Decomposing leaves –
Fertilize; enrich the soil
Spring germination
– Written for Haiku Horizons Week 121. Prompt was “time.” Photo from Wikimedia.
Hard Work Doesn’t Always Pay
Her slacker coworker got a promotion.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #37. Prompt was “insult.” WC 6.
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Photo Challenge: Pure
The moment just as the sun goes down, everything seems to slow and become quiet. That quiet moment is simple, pure, and majestic. This photo was taken in Gulf Shores, AL.
– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Pure. Photo ©Leara Morris-Clark 2016.
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Commanding The Elements
Waxing, waning moon –
Gravity commands the sea
Oceans’ tides rising
– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #46. Prompt was to choose one of the four elements. I chose water. Photo from Pexels.com.
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1969
Once upon a time, you could get a lot for a dime;
Two Hershey bars, a copy of The New York Times,
Or your favorite soft drink. I also hear love was free.
What an interesting time to be. I wasn’t born yet, unfortunately.
The year was 1969.
– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 24. Prompt was “Once upon a time…”. Photo by SNOOPYnWOODSTOCK on DeviantArt.
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Barbaric
Please don’t make me go outside.
– Written as a response to “Kids who lost their internet.” WC 6. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
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The Archer, story by Leara Morris-Clark (MY IMAGINARY SKILL Poetry and Prose Series)
Thanks to Silver Birch Press for publishing my story today!
The Archer
by Leara Morris-Clark
I saw the path my arrow would take. Ricocheting off the large pan hanging in front of me, it would curve to the left, slide over the large boulder and angle upward into the tree. The shaft hitting a small branch would slant the arrow’s trajectory back toward where he stood. It would finish its journey by slicing through the apple atop his head and embedding itself into the tree behind him, a split second before my second arrow cut it in half.
Like Robin Hood, I tore my first arrow from the quiver, pulled back the string of my longbow, released, and just as quickly fired my second arrow.
The birds became silent.
I stayed my position with eyes closed and listened to the sounds as the arrow followed its predetermined route, pierced the apple, and lodged into the tree before it was also…
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