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Flash fiction #writephoto


We stood open-mouthed, tears in the corners of our eyes, some openly weeping in disbelief. Just ten minutes before we had been watching one of the most amazing sights to be witnessed by man in the twentieth century. For no human could have witnessed this spectacle before the later half of the century. We had managed to find a little known viewpoint from which we could watch the launch of the space shuttle for departure to the International Space Station, a marvel of scientific engineering. All had seemed fine as we watched in what appeared to be slow motion as the giant rocket slowly lifted but seemed to rapidly accelerate and  the rocket stretched to the heavens but our elation and cheers had turned to stunned amazement as we saw a trickle of flame creep up the side of the craft causing it to perform a flaming somersault, startlingly bright against the pale blue, at the beginning, cloudless sky. An explosion ensued resulting in a highly visible shower of crimson heated metal fanning out into a parasol of vapour trails like upstretched arms bowing in protection of a defenseless scalp. Within a few minutes even these had dispersed leaving a few innocent, tell-tale wisps in the sky.

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Colleen’s #weekly poetry #47



“It will soon be time,” I whisper, licking my lips expectantly. “Three fools have come in to shelter for the night, have they not heard the tales told of Coulan’s cave? Shall I torment them or will I play a game first. Keep their heads turning this way and that. With a tickle and a tap. Make them shake and shiver.  Pick out the brave one for added sport. Hmm, let me see”.

The light is fading

soon the shadows start to fall.

My awakening.


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Colleen’s #weekly poetry challenge #47


Her dark eye shadow

applied with the lghtest touch

enhanced her beauty.

Beauty that ensnared many

and would lead them to their doom




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Twittering Tales #46 – 22 August 2017


Everyone was waiting for this once in a generation experience, the rebirth of the Phoenix, 89 characters

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Ronovan writes #Haiku #163

Shells burst all around,

as we approach the French coast

we come as saviours

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Power of the pen



voices in

the words, shall

plead that they be heard 

they will be uplifted from the paper,

for them to remain in silence would only serve as an empty gesture

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Ronovan writes#162

One last hope remains,

a stay of execution 

deadline approaching 

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Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto Sue’s prompt this week is ‘Alone’.

se-ilkley-2015-saturday-142As had now become customary for the young Uddala, he was seated cross-legged on the dry ground in his favourite spot, to observe the daily miracle of Sunrise. Forty feet below, carved on the steep, sandstone bluff, the face of the “Buddha,” stared serenely over the plain to the East, his delicately carved hands clasped and intertwined in supplication far below.

“Older than time itself,” the villagers had told Uddala to cover their lack of knowledge of the mysterious sculptors responsible for the striking images, with some believing and others sceptical that they could be a natural phenomenon carved over millennia by the action of the winds and ancient rains.

All Uddala knew was that seated here on his lofty perch he was able to contemplate, meditate and continue in his search for Nirvana. He closed his eyes and with his mouth forming an, “O,” started his chant of, “Om”. A continuous monotone that would sometimes last for only two minutes but often more than one hour before, breaking from his trance-like state Uddala would excuse himself to the Buddha and the elements and depart.


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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 45 Hate & Pride


Their banners unfurled

chanting lines of marching men

defending their homes

No hate lies within my chest

but admiring of their pride


Hate spills from thin mouths 

as marchers proclaim their pride.

Tension all around.

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Ronovan writes #161 #Haiku

painted eyes and nails

mask the lady’s true beauty

purity of soul

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