Silently he stares
defying his tormentors
endless symphony,
wind and ocean in concert
to orchestrate his downfall.
Category Archives: As you read it
Sue Vincent’s ever popular Thursday photo prompt: Decomposition, #writephoto #tanka
Filed under As you read it, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #48
Ratty loved to sit on the grassy bank of the winding river. Relaxing in the warmth of the sun it was hard to stop his little eyes from closing and he could lean back and just lie with his head resting on a grassy hillock. It was not to be for he only came here with one thought in mind. He would stare into the mouth of the tunnel eagerly awaiting the next rush of foam coming out into the light of the day. His nostrils and whiskers would twitch and quiver in anticipation as he heard the iron grill rising and the rush of evil-smelling sewage would come pouring out once more as another mass of rubbish was discharged into the sparkling stream. Every time he would dive into the water and with a merry smile sift through for any delicacies to take home to his little burrow.
Filed under As you read it, nature inspired, Self compositions, Short story
Ronovan writes weekly #Haiku prompt #274
Rising from the ground
the roaring, giant lantern
lifts into the air.
Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge . #Tanka ~Dreamland
One thousand fireflies
cast shadows in the meadow,
all to no avail,
darkness calls for silence though
crickets chirrup on the breeze.
COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #146 Synonyms only ~Fall & Give ~Fading light
In the beginning
actions at first thought funny
then a little odd,
descent into psychosis
served to provide the answer
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, No offence intended, Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 #Limerick ~A walk in the woods
A spirited girl called Louise
with a friend went home through the trees
but on some stone steps she tripped,
she fell ass over tip,
a good excuse for her grazed knees.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #272 Empty&Whole
Get the whole picture,
when you just empty your mind,
no preconceptions.
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #124 – Barter
Faustian bargain
will be redeemed on demise
pact with the Devil.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45 ~Life on the marsh #Limerick
A young girl from Norfolk called Jill
with her parents lived in a mill,
she would sneak into their bed
even though her mother was dead
while dad gave thanks for the pill.
Filed under Adult themes, As you read it, Comic verse, Humorous, Inspired by fable, Limerick, Rural life, Self compositions, Whimsical
First line Friday September 13th. 2019
The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor with a lurch. Sarah’s heart leapt into her mouth. The doors opened. She stepped through and immediately looked from left to right hoping that there would be a sign for a bathroom. She was in luck, an arrow pointed down the corridor to her left. Nervously she tripped down the uncarpeted passageway, conscious of the unfamiliar click of her recently purchased high-heeled shoes on the polished tiles.
She checked her wristwatch, breathing a sigh of relief, finding that she was still fifteen minutes early. She had plenty of time to make final adjustments to her hair and lip gloss. Despite meticulous preparations a girl could never be sure could she. She swung the door open and found it empty. Only then did she realise that there had been no-one in the corridor either. Resting her clutch bag on the side, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, pleasantly surprised that no adjustments were necessary. In fact she was thinking that she had seldom taken this much trouble over her appearance and she hoped that it would pay off.
She heard the door open and, turning, saw a young girl enter. Smiling she stepped toward the door, which the girl was holding for her. Exiting she turned to the right and once more saw an empty corridor. She counted the doors till she found the number she required and steeling herself gave a firm double knock. From inside she heard a deep voice, “Please come in, the door is unlocked.”
Setting her face into what she imagined was a confident expression she gently pushed against the door. It swung inwards easily. Trying to look self-assured she took a step through and was astonished at the sight that greeted her.
What was Sarah doing, why was she there, what so surprised her, answers in the comments box please, just to see if anyone comes close.
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 