Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:
Timeless fragments stand
As stationary sentries
They mark history
Ritu 2018
Timeless – #WritePhoto
21 Feb 2019 30 Comments
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New #writephoto
14 Feb 2019 43 Comments
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Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:
“It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling good.” The Nina Simone lyrics played in Sophie’s head as she stared out over the cliff.
Peter looked over at her, smiled, and placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
Sophie returned the smile, snuggling into his body.
It had been a fraught two years, from the severe heart attack, through the treatment and discovery that a simple bypass wouldn’t be enough to now.
The heart they thought wouldn’t be strong enough to beat for her had finally been replaced via transplant, and she had been given a very positive prognosis for the future.
Her rock, Peter, had arranged for this recuperation break away and the idyllic setting was perfect. She had been given a new chance at life and she wasn’t going to waste it on regrets, false friends or regrets, but her mind wandered to the one person she would have loved to share her new start with.
Jill.
Her best friend since childhood. They had done everything together and would have done anything for each other.
And Jill had given the ultimate sacrifice.
A tragic car accident claimed her life, and yet, even after her death, she had thought of her friend, gifting her own heart to her.
Sophie raised an imaginary glass up to the sky, tipped it heavenwards, and whispered, “Cheers Jill. I love you.”
She squeezed Peter’s arm. “It’s getting cold. I think we should head back,” and they turned slowly, making their way back towards their lodge.
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 123 #SynonymsOnly #Senryu
12 Feb 2019 37 Comments
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It’s Tuesday, and that means Colleen’s Tanka Challenge! Of course, just providing a couple of words would be far too simple, so we have two words, yes, but we can’t use them! Only synonyms allowed!
A little senryu which is apt for Valentine’s Day!
Much more than a hint
Showing my feelings for you
Will you marry me?
Ritu 2019
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #240 Do&Say
11 Feb 2019 29 Comments
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Ronovan’s Weekly challenge!
I often wonder
What do the winds say to me
In their hastiness?
Ritu 2019
Kick-Ass Kreators Create!
03 Feb 2019 37 Comments
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As you may, or may not, know, I set up an online accountability group on Facebook.
The intention is to give a little motivation each day and have opportunities to share our ups and downs with each other.
A suggestion was made that we could do something like a collective creation within the group, and so Just One Line was born!
The first challenge went out on Friday, and here is the little story that came out of it!
An incessant tongue licking my cheek was what woke me from my slumber.
I had already warned him a million times not to do that!
But dogs don’t always speak human, do they?
I guess I only had myself to blame for weakening and agreeing to look after my sister’s Saint Bernard’s.
I have to admit I was disappointed when they didn’t have that cute little liquor barrel around their necks.
But, to be honest, after the night I’d had, liquor was the last thing on my mind…
I had been up three times to see what the racket in the street was, and the dog had not even stirred!
But when the furious knocking on the back door started, at last, he was stirred to action.
As I padded down the stairs to investigate, the house suddenly became quiet; was I sleepwalking again?
What did I just step in on the stairs?
Was it my imagination, or was it a pool of blood?
A dark silhouette loomed at the front door.
I was rooted to the spot, what should I do, I hesitated my hand on the doorknob.
With the poker poised to strike, I twisted the knob, screwed my eyes tight and dropped the hand as hard as I could.
There on the floor lay my husband, looking stunned.
He wasn’t meant to be back till Tuesday.
At least he got a decent welcome from the dog, as I stood there, frozen in shock.
That’s when I poured my own liquor.
Darn flea-bitten mutt, I muttered under my breath, trying to control my anger.
From the floor, my husband produced a bottle, “To celebrate my early return, ” he muttered.
Well, that was fun!
If you want to be a part of it all, make sure you join, then you can add your own slants to the Just One Line story of the week!
