the silent keep waits
and as the moon exploded
the sacred stood free

Thanks to the following for the inspiration.
Scott Daily Prompt (keep) and FOWC (free) and One Daily Prompt (sacred) and Putting My Feet in the Dirt (as the moon…)
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
the silent keep waits
and as the moon exploded
the sacred stood free

Thanks to the following for the inspiration.
Scott Daily Prompt (keep) and FOWC (free) and One Daily Prompt (sacred) and Putting My Feet in the Dirt (as the moon…)
Cassie’s brain was spinning as she gazed at the Loch. Liam! An asshole and a coward. Starts this and then takes a powder. That headline also pissed her off. “Woman”! We’re NOT interchangeable. But it was those damn marks around ‘proves’ that really did it. She was not some kind of random wacko going on and about Big Foot or some other nonsense! She was bona fide PhD and an expert on deep water life forms. Her thoughts circled back to Liam. He was such an idiot. The paper was still in its draft stages. Not ready for publication. What possessed him to sell the story to that rag! Twitter was having a field day. She’d never be taken seriously now. Years of work. The data. All for nothing. She’d be another footnote in the line of nutcases obsessed with “Nessie.” All anyone would remember was that stupid photo. She knew it wasn’t real but it had inspired her life’s work. Now it was all over. Fitting she was at the place it all started. The Loch. As she stared, its surface stirred. And her brain spun.
Liam stared at Cassie and wondered. Was being in a coma like dreaming?

Visit the greats sites that inspired this piece of Flash Fiction:
Fandango’s FOWC (coma) and Scotts Daily Prompt (powder) and Sunday’s Photo Fictioner’s 200 word photo challenge
Cover Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr
to save the future
our genuine connection
must enlighten hope

This haiku was written for and inspired by the word and photo prompts of
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The Haunted Wordsmith (featured photo and word prompts of enlighten/connection)
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Scott’s Daily Prompt (genuine)
commemoration?
or hidden treasure buried?
the harvest lays bare
This week’s Friday Fictioners photo prompt (courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff) brought to mind all sorts of dark thoughts, which made me wonder–why are my thoughts so darn dark? It doesn’t have to be a murdered girl’s gravesite. It could something completely innocent. Even something fun! So after battling with my inner demons, this haiku emerged. It’s not exactly following the rules, so if you need to dump it I understand Rochelle!
And thanks to Scotts Daily Prompt (harvest) It fit my mood perfectly.
Dropping to My Knees
To Sow Seeds of Solitude
The Dry Earth Makes Way

Writing Inspired By FOWC and Scotts Daily Prompt and Putting My Feet in the Dirt