Held my hand; smiled at her.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #39. Prompt was “discontent.” WC 6. Photo from I HD Images.
Dreamscape
She wanted the dream to end but had no control.
She dreamed in black and white, always wondering what it meant. This time, the dream was so vivid and immersive, that she had a difficult time waking up.
She felt droplets of water from the fog settling on her face, smelled the dank alley and took in the rough brick wall as she ran her fingers across it while she walked.
She heard distant voices, cats rummaging through trash, and noticed she was entering the less lit area of the city. She was not afraid taking the shortcut, it was a routine beginning to her nights.
She exited the alley and made her way further down the unlit street. Then she noticed a tall figure standing in a doorway, hidden by the shadows.
“Time to get to work,” she said to herself. Then adjusted her corset, fixed a smile on her face and fell into a swagger.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” she approached the stranger. “You looking for me?” She asked with a seductive tone.
He stayed, propped against the door of a shop, and said nothing.
“Come on now, don’t be shy,” she encouraged, moving closer.
Something seemed off about him. She shivered.
She wanted the dream to end but had no control.
He shifted his feet and stood up straight.
“There we go, I knew you wanted a good time,” her last word trailing off as she noticed moonlight glinting on something shiny in his hand.
Before she could react, in one smooth motion he held her tightly against his chest with the knife at her neck.
“They call me Jack,” He said, as he slit her from ear to ear.
She finally awoke by her own screams and remembered the only color she saw in this dream was the red of her own blood as it pooled.
– Written for Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 47, First sentence prompt was “She dreamed in black and white.” WC 299. Photo from VisitLondon.com. “Dreamscape” was named runner-up in this competition.
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Fabrication
Her words dug at me,
Scraping across my skin like a
Chisel on stone.
I thought I was as
Hard as marble,
But, it seems in her hands, I am as
Soft as clay.
After she completed her work,
I did not recognize the
Face in the mirror.
Chipped away,
I have been
Broken down,
Defeated and
Molded into a pleasing
Compliant form.
Suitable,
Agreeable and lovely on her arm, a
Painted on smile
On display in a
Traveling exhibit of unknown
Duration.
– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “sculpting a poem.” Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
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Photo Challenge: Partners
These two partners work in sync to pull a buggy carrying tourists around downtown Savannah, GA. They were quite friendly and it was a lovely day.
– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Partners. Photo ©2011 Leara Morris-Clark .
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Manic Depression
Burning bright in the light of the morning sun
Manic with panic, I can’t get everything done
So many things that used to be fun
Now I’m always on the run
Without a doubt, burned out by the end of the night
This is the last line, cause I’m out of time and I’m out of fight
– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #48. Prompt was “Burning Out.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
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Rinse And Repeat
Still, couldn’t cleanse his black heart.
– Written for Voices @ Authors Publish. Photo prompt. WC 6.
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Sinking Sand
Daily routine is
Quicksand to the creative
Soul of an artist
– My first attempt at a Senryu. Photo from Instructables.com.
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