Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
forest snow ignites
starlight and frolicking flakes
exhilaration
This haiku was inspired by the fine folk at
Your Daily Word Prompt (exhilaration)
and
The Haunted Wordsmith (took a few liberties with these prompts: snowy forest and starlight)
Visit their sites for more fun prompts and lots of great writing.
This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing.
Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that last clue?
I won’t be foiled again. Mighty he may be but today the laughs on me.
I tried to calmly scan the basement. Foiled? Aluminum, maybe. No.
Then it hit me. A rare happy memory. Oil Can Harry!
“Coises!” I’m gonna be rich.
This fun flash fiction (100 words exactly) was inspired by the PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners.
With a little extra boost from FOWC (trail)
And a special assist from Mighty Mouse’s chief bad guy Oil Can Harry.
When all fear is lost
And your passion reigns as queen
The desired heart wins
This little piece was inspired by the fabulous photo provided by The Haunted Wordsmith
It made me think: What was she thinking as she looked over her shoulder? Was she considering what her life could be or could have been IF only she had been (or still was) brave enough to make a change?
And that idea connected with notions of winning and losing, courtesy of Ronovan Writes
Thanks to both. Check out their pages. Good stuff!!
darkness floods my mind
then the moon fills the night sky
and calms the fury
Thanks to the following for the word prompt /photo inspiration. Visit their sites for details and other great posts.
She sat at the edge of the stream and stared at the house. Their home.
The tumbling water reminded her of a song. She could hear the melody in her head. But the words just wouldn’t come. It’s not fair. Songs are not her department. TV shows and historical facts. But not songs. That’s his lane.
He’s supposed to be here. He would know.
But he’s no longer here. Or there. In that house that was their home.
For just a moment she was overwhelmed by anger. Then frustration. But that stupid song would have to wait.
It was time.
Photo Credit to Brian Brakebill (who thankfully is still very much with me and continues to inspire me with his photos)
Inspired by and written for Friday Fictioners and the PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson with some further inspiration from Reena’s Exploration Challenge (home) and Fandango’s FOWC (melody) and Your Daily Word Prompt (overwhelm)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 