solitary hope
in the crucible of fire
the world made over
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and to Frank’s haiku challenge for the inspiration.
Tag: photo inspiration
blue dawn
stars shine as they pass
till the sun rises anew
breaking the night’s hold
Assuming I can figure out how to post anything with the block editor WP forced on me …. Thanks to Sue’s Write Photo Challenge for a beautiful photo inspiration.
Nothing
Nothing could have prepared Sue for the surge. She had always known she was different but this …. This was more than different. This was some freak level stuff.
She could feel the agitated hum of the crowd as they realized something wasn’t right.
And then a shift. Subtle at first. Agitation turning into fear. Swelling.
Could they smell it? Or did panic spread like a wave?
No one looked her way. No one knew it was her.
She felt the power surging again. But this time instead of fearing it, she embraced it.
Nothing could stop her now.
Photo prompt courtesy of J Hardy Carroll
Well … my positive writing outlook lasted two days! Maybe later I’ll try to reclaim it. Meanwhile, thanks to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge and Fandango’s WOTD Challenge (nothing) for giving me inspiration to channel my-always-present dark side.
bliss
somewhere far from now
we’ll wake to dance again
blissfully alive
Day Two: Once again, choosing to look for hope in the midst of everything. We’ll see how long this lasts!
Thanks to Fandango’s WOTD Challenge (somewhere) and Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge for the inspiration. Photo credit to Joel Valve- Unsplash.
Who’s Counting
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting.
She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting.
Or 14 days, 21 hours, and 13 minutes since he’d returned. Drunk, sunburned, screaming multiple profanities at her window. But who’s counting.
Maybe he’s dead. Like Benjamin. And Lila. One more makes 213,323. But who’s counting.
Alone. Still. 197 days, three hours, and 23 minutes. But who’s counting.
(99 words. But who’s counting.)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Thanks to Rochelle and her Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Channeling my negative energy into words. At least I’m writing. UGH!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 