Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
walk me to the door
the end of the beginning
light repels the dark
the dark absorbs the twilight
the beginning of the end
Time passes so quickly. I find myself reflecting on beginnings and endings and the lights and darks of the middle. Thanks to FOWC (WALK) and Tanka Tuesday (REPEL/ABSORB) for the inspiration.
donning my own unique style
BUT
why so sad
you’d be pretty if you smiled
throw a punch
shake a hand
your smile is the spark
rough words
polite talk
your smile is the spark
amusing tale
grim reaping
your smile is the spark
Don’t blame the prompts for my 44-word dark take. I’m just feeling cynical today. Check out both MLMM and dVerse for the rules and some great writing.
YOUR SERVE.
The umpire’s ruling rang in my ears as it triggers an endless overlapping loop in my mind: I am in control, this is why I practice, treasure this moment, unless you blow it, I won’t, you might, I can’t, gratitude, I need to channel gratitude, this is my chance, someday I’ll tell stories about this moment, I’ve got to shoot my shot, I won’t blow it, I will not blow it.
The whistle blows time and I swallow my last chug of Gatorade.
It tastes slightly medicinal or maybe that’s just the bitter edge of my nerves as I step onto the court and take my shot.
Boy oh boy, that serve had some extra spice on it folks, but was it in or out?
YOUR SERVE.
Thanks to FOWC (RANG), Sunday’ Six Sentence Story (SPICE), and the Sunday Whirl (SEE BELOW) for some great words that inspired me to show off my lack of tennis (or pickle ball?) knowledge.
crazy love consumes
undone by your sublime text
heart eclipses mind
the moment permeates all
and the center cannot hold
Thanks to Reena and RDP for their inspiration. The words nutty, sublime text, and eclipse led to me this ode to crazy modern love, with a shout out to William Butler Yeats (and Joan Didion).
What’s that splotch on your forehead?
I won. That’s what matters.
You won? What?
Cash money!
NO! How? What did you do?
So Jimmy and me was in the park by the river.
Were.
Were what?
You and Jimmy WERE in the park.
I know. I just said.
Forget it. Go on.
Well… there’s this tree.
Yes?
And it’s got these knobs and a big bendy branch.
And?
Jimmy dared me to climb to the top and shimmy down the bendy part. Bet me ten bucks.
You didn’t.
Did. Head first. WINNER!
Except for your head.
Totally worth it!
(100 words)
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
The joy of childhood splotches! Thanks for the inspiration to Friday Fictioners’ photo, RDP’s word (SPLOTCH, and Esther’s Weekly Writing Prompt (MONEY). Twas fun!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 