The trees frame the steeple of a church in Harvard Yard.

– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Frame. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
The trees frame the steeple of a church in Harvard Yard.

– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Frame. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
Poked and prodded, blood taken and shots given…I resemble a pincushion these days. Surely, it is for my benefit…
– Written for Day 25 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.
The challenge will end next Thursday night, September 1, at midnight.
This micro fiction was written in response to a challenge by Jane Dougherty using the painting below and the prompt “Far far away.”
I had several inquiries about furthering the story, so I thought I would open it up as a writing challenge for other writers.
Read the following story and write your own ending. Post it on your blog, create a pingback, and add your link to the collection below by clicking on the blue frog button.
Be sure to read the other entries as well. We all enjoy feedback.
I am not going to give a specific word count but just try not to write an entire novel 🙂 The challenge will end next Thursday night, September 1, at midnight.
This is my first time hosting a challenge, so if I forgot anything please let me know!
I am excited to see where this will go. Have fun!

The Golden City shone in the distance like the sun lighting my way. The clouds attempted to close in on it but to no avail. Even in the night, it glowed and it was like day.
The radiant structures guided me like a northern star. I kept my eyes fixed on the marvel resting on the horizon. I felt its power within me. Sometimes I thought that perhaps it was a dream.
The legend foretold of a city of gold where miracles were common, and heavenly beings resided. There was also a prophecy of a chosen child who would rise up to lead them all.
My birth came two years after the ship landed and my ancestors built The Golden City to make their home on this planet.
I was born in the city, the first conceived of human and celestial beings. My existence began as a sign.
The ruling elite became corrupt with power over humans and began a campaign to eliminate what they saw as a threat. A caring elderly couple took me from the city to protect my life. They raised me as their own in a farming village.
My time has come. The Golden City calls.
– Original micro fiction challenge written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #10: Far far away. Painting prompt by Theodor Kittelsen. WC 200.
This was taken on a visit to London in 2006. I have a horrible memory and I cannot recall where this was. If any of my UK folks recognize it, please comment with the name of the location. Thank you!

– Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors – August 25, 2016. Photo ©2006 Leara Morris-Clark.

– Musin’ With Susan’s Macro Moments Challenge: Week 10. Highlighting macro photography. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.


– Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 34. Photos ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.