A tale to be told?
Once brothers in law but now
eternal neighbors.
Thanks to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge (neighbor) and to Fandango’s FOWC (instead) for the inspiration for this tale as old as time.
This Instead of That (a haiku tale)
Tag: FOWC
defying destiny (a tanka)
seeking to avoid
an unchosen destiny
she slips through the gap
like a whisper in the night
a bounded servant no more
I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader to decide.
But, here’s hoping that 2021 offers some respite from 2020.
Thanks also to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge word (servant) and to Fandango’s FOWC word (avoid) for giving me added fuel for my vague thoughts.
quixotic musings
Am I a dreamer?
Still full of hope as I yearn.
Or am I a clown?
Yes, says the face in the glass
with your destiny foretold.
Image courtesy of Forgottenx at DeviantArt
I’m not sure that this piece fits perfectly into any of the challenges that inspired me today. So apologies if I’ve miscategorized things!
All I can say, is that the combination of Fandango’s FOWC (body, which I loosely subbed in “face in the mirror”), Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge photo, and Sammi’s Challenge (to use the word quixotic, which I took as the entire theme) DID inspire me and, thus, this 26-word call and response story / tanka was born. (Side note: I love to throw in a good THUS or THEREFORE or NEVERTHELESS ….)
grace denied (a haiku)
putrid memories
slip into my mind like rot
as grace is denied
As the kids would say … #mood
Thanks to Fandango’s FOWC and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for providing words that could be used to fit my current state of mind: PUTRID, SLIP, & GRACE.
2020 Strikes Again
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I had imagined this moment so many times.
Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture.
And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed in light. Me!
CHOSEN. Because I believed. Because I never lost the faith.
Instead, I’m watching from the sidelines as this drab gray lump tonelessly utters the most banal phrase possible: “Take me to your leader.”
Ha! Joke’s on it.
2020 really is the worst!
Photo courtesy of https://sarahpotterwrites.com/
This photo instantly reminded me of The Day the Earth Stood Still. Add in the constant disappointments of 2020 and Fandango’s FOWC (TRITE) for which I subbed in banal because I liked the way it sounds 😉 and you get this 100 word story for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Please enjoy.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 