Category Archives: As you read it

Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Pillars #writephoto, Pyroplastic surge


It was frustrating. For two days we had been sitting down in the hot, humid cellar. Our wine was warm, our food was cold. At least we could breathe down here, unlike in the street above. The choking fumes clogged our nostrils, the tiny wind-blown cinders got into our throats. Everyone was coughing and the stench was unbearable.

From what they said it seemed to be getting worse outside. Last night only a few of us had come down but today more and more people started arriving. Most had not brought anything down with them in their panic. They were just concerned with getting away from the ash cloud that sat like a dragon atop the hill. The very ground had started to groan and shudder as if all the denizens of the underworld were on the move.

My father had told us that we need not worry as this had happened many times before.He stayed in the villa thinking that it would soon pass but the Gods appeared to be really angry this time. No-one was sure how to placate them. Even the priests from the temple had decided to join us.

As the daylight, what there was of it, due to the sun having been smothered by the dark cloud, began to fade for the second day we heard a strange noise. It was like a low moaning and it seemed to be getting louder.

I shouted for everyone to be quiet and as our babble subsided we realised that the sound was coming from a great wind that was flowing through the passageways. Some of the women started to wail and before long both men and women started to sob as we realised something terrible was about to happen. Strangely there was no panic and I could hear my companions starting incantations. Before long even the chanting ceased.

Wrapping my cloak around my shoulders \I took my wife and daughter in my arms. We huddled against the wall and the stifling air grew steadily hotter. I can write no more. I will sleep and hopefully return to my beloved Pompeii home in the morning.



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N haiku

True love will ignore

the obstacles encountered

regrets may follow

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Weekend writing prompt 72 #Shell


love is forgotten

when the spider leaves her mate

empty shell remains


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M haiku

Hurricane footage

sympathy follows wonder,

seasonal cycle.

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poverty stricken

but hoping to do their best

for their gifted child,

they sacrifice everything

for a prosperous future.



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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 101, “Plan & Finish,”

Start with an outline

then expand your ideas

end with a flourish

the layman’s guide  to writing

just another fantasy

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#TMAT120 #writing #prompt for September 2018


For twenty years Snoopy was my constant companion, whether out walking or sitting on the couch. When my relationship broke down we had to move out. My new accommodation did not allow pets so I took my dog to stay with a good friend but lived many hours drive away. Snoopy seemed happy. She sent photos of her lying on her new bed in front of the fire and looking happy. I wasn’t able to get back to see her for four weeks and the two of us went for a slow walk before I again left. The next morning my friend called to say Snoopy had died in the night. Perhaps she could not bear me leaving her again.


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RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #217 Poison&Past

The poison bottle

held memories of her past

trying not to smile




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Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Watcher #writephoto


We look upon a mournful scene,

is it mist or just the sheen

of sadness in the eyes downcast.

With folded arms and child at breast

she realises that no more

on lapping wave her paramour,

will reappear on rising tide

but now departs for the last time,

her clifftop vigil will soon end as

arms outstretched she will descend.

No-one will mourn, nothing to keep

her from making this fateful leap.




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#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 111 – Climate & Energy

Sensing the climate

of the office being cool,

we all donned our frowns

the sexual energy

was gone, never to return


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