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Streaks across the sky

ahead of the crimson tide

a race against time

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Twittering tale #48

Excuse me, I’ve been here ten minutes now, any chance of dropping what you’re doing and serving me,what sort of coffee-shop is this?

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Ronovan writes #165 #Haiku

The late Mister Jones

missed his summer holiday

now it’s permanent 

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Sight #Write photo

Bran threw the scraper to one side. It had been fourteen earth-turns since he had begun his quest. Now it was complete, without help and equipped only with determination and sense of purpose he had made a hole large enough to pass Aena’s daughter’s son through the greystone. He would be protected from all ills by the power of Freyin, controller of the winds, bringer of light, governor of the storm. Bran had heard the tales of other such holy stones, far to the West and over the dark sea. Each one had rained glory upon the head of it’s creator and power to the clan. Now he would be able to enjoy the rewards of his labours. The greystone would become a sacred site of reverence, offerings would be made and wealth would fall upon his and his son’s heads. Bran was pleased. He looked through the stone and in a state of reverie imagined his future as overseer of all the land in his sight.

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Storm in the East

Echoes of thunder

following the silver darts

high above the clouds 

Upturned faces, some with smiles,

the frowns stem from memory

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Sinking # Sonya #Three line tales 82, #100 words

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We continued our descent and within fifteen minutes the only light was from our headlight beaming through the cold, deep-space-black water.

Dr. Anders suddenly cried, “Stop, stop a minute, look at that in the main camera, isn’t it so beautiful!”

We gazed in awe at the magnificent skeleton flowing, turning in a slow-motion ballet in the stark, artificial light, even shorn of flesh we could see it was a species never previously observed or classified by any other person, but in the knowledge that possibly our photos would help by adding it to the long list of deep underwater wonders.

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Thursday photo prompt #Write photo -Cracked

 

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We looked down  to the floor and saw the remains of an egg, but what an egg, it had to be the size of a football. We didn’t know what species of bird or reptile laid this but two things were instantly obvious. Whatever had broken out of the shell would have been hungry but had left the greenery alone around it. That could only mean it was carnivorous and judging by the cracks in the surrounding soil, very, very heavy. You wouldn’t want this newborn biting at your ankles. Time to start the hunt.

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Flash fiction #writephoto

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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

Haibun

 

“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

Tanka

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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