Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! Click on Rochelle’s name and you’ll find the details there.
We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another FriFic writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s short story is 99-words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight
It wasn’t quite a heart. It was warped. And so was their love.
Suzanne stepped away from the counter. She needed no more signs; no more pleading calls from her sister, no more tight smiles from her boss, no more sighs from her friend Janice. Suzanne didn’t mean to do it quietly but she did. She left dinner undone, put on her jean jacket, picked up her brown leather purse and stepped out the back door. The door didn’t squeak as it usually did. It was as if even the house knew it was time for her to leave.
Hey everyone, I managed to get inspired last night and I wrote some new poetry. You can check out my short poems on Twitter by going through the widget. This is the first time that I’ve been able to sit down and write a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers in a while. Let me know what you think! I was not feeling well this weekend (or today) but somehow felt like writing.
PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman
As the mishmash of beings deplaned, they complained about being relocated to a desert planet. Ashley squinted and said nothing. She thought she saw flowering cacti in front of her. She cupped her long green fingers over her black eyes to see better. A blue female bemoaned her luck, “Just because I can tolerate the heat doesn’t mean I like it!”
Ashley started walking toward the plateau. The top of it would make a fine home. She was called Ashley because by the time she had been born her planet was nothing but ash. But from the ashes, she would rise.
white horse on white snow
hard to tell the two apart
mixture of feelings
Still in limbo. I’m trying to get to where I need to be, but it isn’t easy. I am really wanting to post more, but life happened. Please stick with me as I am still writing and will be posting poetry for years to come.
a day so heavy
not even old glory stirs
heat from the orange sun
I said I wanted to write more political poetry a couple of years ago. I think I’ve written 3 since then. By the way, this looks like a cloudy day, but it was very sunny and hot.
homework, clothes, and toys
all in the living room
School is back in session. Is your house all cleaned up? Are your organizational boards all filled in, or is everything everywhere? At our house we use the computer desk and the kitchen table as a command center.
This haiku was written for a #dimpleverse prompt on Twitter.
My mind is like the flowers in the ditch
beautiful and trying to grow
but impeded by the dust covering it
trucks drive by spewing gravel and dust
leaving before you see the dust settle
before you see the aftermath clobber me
the haze of dust chokes me, makes it hard to take in the sun
you don’t even know you’ve stunted my growth
here I am standing, yet swaying under the weight
I look green and in my prime however
I can’t exchange air or sunlight for life
I need rain to pour down and wash away
the breadcrumbs of being rushed and angry
the marks of your leaving for paved road
coats every leaf of my existence
every petal questions the energy being used to untwist
if I’ll be smothered by indifference
forgotten by a line of trucks able to roam
why give you my colors, my display of brilliance
ignoring the pattern of my dress left me
feeling like unwanted blades of grass
If a coyote would only brush past
and knock some of the dirt off of me
so that I could breathe and shine and grow again
blooming down in the ditch is troublesome
you think I’m a weed to be forgotten
when really I was a seed spilled at the wrong moment
I was meant for a garden, I was meant to be loved
by a grandmother, herself forgotten by a husband
but I never got where I was going
I got left in the wrong dirt and now I bloom for strangers
I hope you’ve all enjoyed your week and your summer. I hope you’ve managed to shake off the dust and bloom where you are. This is the long poem I promised you. It is my newest poem.
a quick lesson
chasing the bunny before
the school day starts
he still needs my help with them
shoe strings keep coming untied
I wrote this last year for a #WrittenRiver prompt. Today was my son’s first day in 2nd Grade. He can tie his shoes, and do lots of other things, but there is still so much for him to learn. He picked out his first-day outfit, which was all blue, and he picked out a backpack that lights up. The Pokeball is his lunch box.
trying to find
my dreams and aspirations
I think I left my muse in the woods when I went for a walk this spring. I wrote a couple of haiku, so I know she was nearby, but then I haven’t been able to write anything since. Maybe her wings got stuck in a tree branch or a rose bush. I hope she gets free soon. I have been blogging for 6 years and I still have a lot of poetry from last year to show you. Stay tuned by following me on your favorite social media platform.
taking a walk on the trail
my son chases him
Today is my blogging anniversary. I’ve been chasing this lifestyle for 6 years now. I have enjoyed it and I plan to continue. Life has not gone where I wanted it to, and I’ve been hit with quite a few sad surprises that have affected my writing this last year. Depression wants to creep in and take over, but I am finding ways to combat that. Surprisingly this time around, writing has not been my main outlet. Prayer and meditation have been. Prayer has always been a part of my life, but rarely the main part. For the last year, daily prayer (as in Quiet Time that lasts for an hour or more) and reading Christian self-help inspirational books, and caring for my son (of course!) has been my main focus. But I am writing here and there.
The haiku above is one of my newest. I hope to start writing more regularly soon. I plan to blog more than once a week from here on out. Thanks for reading, and leaving me such great comments! I hope you all are writing regularly and are brave enough to share it.
half a V of geese
half the day’s work done
deep in summer
We are deep in summer. I’ve enjoyed mine, I hope that you have enjoyed yours. My family had some fun, and now we’re preparing to go back to school. School is fun and holds many adventures, but summer is better.
found irises while
looking for daylilies
Yesterday I saw something that made me really happy! One of my surprise lilies finally bloomed! I barely watered my flowerbed this year, usually, I soak it 4 times a week. Maybe I have been overwatering some of my flowers?? The pink “naked lady” or “surprise lily” is not pictured. I thought they bloomed at the start of summer, but I guess I got a late bloomer! Also, daylilies and irises are two different flowers.
paper cuts at desk
or pricks from thorn bushes
in life you get cut
No matter where you are, where you work or live, you will face pain of some sort.