26 Dec 2017 19 Comments
in #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #MicroPoetry, #ronovansweeklyhaikuchallenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Challenge, Haiku, Horror & Nightmare
Lovely Ron with his not particularly festive Haiku Challenge prompt words this week:
Pixabay Image
Dark eerie forest
A recipe for bad dreams –
Horror –film perfectRitu 2017
Pixabay Image
But I had to festive it up somehow!
A scene from nightmares
A tree stood with no presents
Beneath – What horror!Ritu 2017
24 Dec 2017 75 Comments
in My Writing, Poems Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Children, Christmas, Christmas Poem, Family, The Twelve Days Of Christmas
My take on a classic!
A Poem from my book, Poetic Rituals, available on Amazon here – myBook.to/PoeticRITUals
Merry Christmas!
22 Dec 2017 42 Comments
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Flash Fiction, funeral, White Flowers
Charli’s prompt this week:
After reading Charli’s post, I felt the need to write something with a little sensitivity…
Ghajra
Arranging the ghajra in her hair, Hari allowed his eyes to drift over her form.
Meena looked as beautiful as she had, years before, on their wedding day.
As tradition states, she was dressed as a bride, ready to leave the house for the final time.
Hari had always bought her a fresh ghajra on his morning walk, and gently placed the fragrant white jasmine flowers around her hair bun.
The gesture made her smile, and she’d tease him about being an old romantic.
So, even today, on that journey to her funeral pyre, she lay, adored and adorned.
https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/21/dec-21-flash-fiction-contest/
21 Dec 2017 42 Comments
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fiction, Photo Prompt, Thaw
She stood at the bar window, looking out over the snow dusted landscape, wishing it wasn’t melting so fast.
“Babe, it’s a shame you couldn’t sort the snow out… I really wanted a white Christmas this year!” Barbie turned to her long-suffering boyfriend Ken.
“Did you see on Instagram, how much snow the others had in Scotland? And this…sludge… is what we get.” She pouted like a 3-year-old.
Finally sensing a thaw in her icy treatment of him, after the episode last week, when he’d not been waiting for her at the sports bar, rather, he’d left her waiting whislt dreaming of other women, Ken grasped the chance to get back into her good books.
“I’ll just check the weather app on my phone, Babe… Let’s see what we can do.” Ken wandered over to the bar to get himself a pint, and a Prosecco for the lady, and to figure out what to do.
Seriously? She wanted snow now? In the middle of Essex? That idea of the undemanding Sindy as his girlfriend was seriously appealing…
As if the cosmos had been listening, the door to the bar opened and in walked Sindy and her friends. They piled in, bringing a gust of cold wind with them.
Sindy spotted Ken and came rushing over, kissing him on both cheeks. “Hiya Ken darling! How are you? Been let off your leash then, have you?” She winked at him.
He looked over at where Barbie was standing, no longer looking out of the window, but in his direction, the ice forming in her eyes once more, as she surveyed the scene; her man surrounded by ‘bimbos’ and one with her arms slung over his shoulders.
“Er, ha ha, yeah, funny Sind. Listen got to go, drinks are getting warm. See you round!” Ken grabbed his pint and the bubble filled flute and rushed back to his very own Ice Queen…
Sindy watched him retreat, and noticed the look on Barbie’s face… Hmm. Trouble in paradise?
To be continued…
21 Dec 2017 18 Comments
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Sonu Singh, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, All Night, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Cemetery, Flash Fiction, Sacha Black, Sacha De Black, Sherry
Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:
That’s the last time I take a bottle with me when going to visit Gran!
She always liked a tipple, so, I brought her favourite drink to the cemetery, where she was buried.
One bottle of sherry plus only one (alive) person drinking = passed out and locked in for the night!
http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/12/20/writespiration-146-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-51/
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