Spot the old woman
with painted delicate blush
shy at Aunt Sally
Category Archives: Whimsical
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #186 Body & Close
Finding a body
buried close to the surface
may suggest foul play
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #185 Sing & Peace
If a lovely day
encourages me to sing
Peace will be shattered
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
First Line Friday – January 19th, 2018
I found myself in the ruins again. I have been playing Sonic the Hedgehog for two years. I enjoy the silly little tune, the sight and sound of a cloud of rings bursting over my little blue friend’s head as yet another obstacle is not overcome and my tally reverts to zero. But whenever I get to the dizzy heights of stage 4, that’s it, I don my breathing head and under the water I feel my way around the ruins, bubbles surrounding me as I hunt down those elusive rings. It’s no good though, my mind feels pre-destined to lose, those evil little creatures always seem to gain the upper hand and suck those remaining lives out of me. Oh no! there I go again, arms outstretched I rise to the surface and plan my next attack on the evil doctor’s realm.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical
Thursday photo prompt – Distant #writephoto
Nobody had seen anything like this before. For two days the thermometer had been steadily falling. The temperature in our valley was more the kind found in the frozen wastes of Siberia. The hills, which would normally be green and purple with heather in the Autumn sunshine were now covered with a thick coating of snow. So deep was it that there had been reports that a steady stream of our local deer had been seen streaming down the lower slopes in long brown lines in their search for food. We drove up to the shores of the loch and instead of a flat sea of ice we were astonished to find that it had almost completely either evaporated or simply vanished into the earth. Only a few marshy pools surrounded the mass of weed that would normally act as food for the fish, visiting Northern geese and our own dabbling ducks. Surveying the area with my binoculars I started to laugh almost uncontrollably. I pointed out the reason for my moment of madness. A long line of what must have been ancient standing stones strectched out in a line across the dry bed. After all these years and sadly for our tourist industry I now had the secret of The Loch Ness Monster.
Filed under Flash fiction, Whimsical
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #184 Press&Touch
It says do not touch
so you know you have to press
that’s human nature
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
December 28 – Flash Fiction – Wishing Star
She stepped out of the long white limousine onto the spotless red carpet. wearing her famous smile but little else she elegantly turned and striking a pose, first to the left and then to the right allowing her long elegant legs to peep out from the thigh-slit silk dress. Flashbulbs popped as they clamoured to take her photo, to be the first to get a risque shot of a slight wardrobe malfunction. Taking the arm of her tuxedo-clad companion the young star of many films entered the hall wishing for the ultimate accolade. To be given her first Oscar.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical
Photo Challenge #192 → Twittering Tale #62 – 12 December 2017
“Look mummy the note says to make a wish, it’s signed Jeanie.” “Make a wish then dear.” “Ok mummy done.”
High above their heads the cliff started to crumble and a rock fell, knocking the woman, head bleeding, to the ground.
The girl smiled. 137 ch.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Uncategorized, Whimsical
Ronovan writes #175 #haiku
If you keep it short
it will always be sexy
stylish mini-skirt
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Uncategorized, Whimsical
Ronovan writes #174 a tanka extension
heavy in my hand
the oil slick smooth, round surface
of the billiard ball
added a new dimension
to my improvised weapon
Filed under Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized, Whimsical
When the pen takes control. 