Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
Derek hurried to pull out my chair.
“Have a drink,” He purred through his elongated canines.
“I hope you don’t mind if I have a drink as well,” Derek’s voice snaked through my mind, entangling itself with my consciousness.
He leaned in.
I hadn’t realized I was to be the main course.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #56. Photo prompt. WC 52. Photo from BoredPanda.com. “Death by Consumption” was awarded 1st place in this contest.
In the mirror, she saw nobody.
– 6 Word Story response to “Invisible Woman.” Photo from Wikipedia.
She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.
Thunder rumbled like marching giants and a lightning bolt set the sky ablaze. She leaned in, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply smelling the aroma of roses mixed with dirt and imminent rain. She loved the scent of raw earth and admired the power of nature.
The rose bushes on Martin’s unmarked grave had grown immensely in a relatively short time. They helped to hide the sadness of loss with their thriving spirit.
It was two years passed, on another stormy night, when the Goddess decided Martin was not meant for this world. Alone, she screamed with the raging storm as his lifeless body emerged. Far from town and with no friends or family to speak of, she mourned unaccompanied and processed her grief as her tears fell with the pouring rain.
Martin’s father had gone off to sea before he knew she was with child and had not returned, so alone she buried his little body and planted roses to give him life after death.
She reconciled with the earth and accepted the necessary balance within the universe. Though she could not fully understand the plans of the Goddess, she recognized that there was an order to it all, beyond her comprehension.
The rain finally began to fall. She sat by the rose bushes on the damp ground with legs crossed. She hummed a tune and ran her hands through the soil as she turned her face toward the sky and let the cool liquid wash over her. Alone she praised the Goddess and felt her heart at peace.
– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Fiction|Poetry Writing Challenge #268 Inspired by Prompt up sentence “She closed her eyes to smell the phlox.” WC 260. Photo by Geoff Livingston. “The Nature of Things” won 3rd place by popular vote in this contest.
Purple petals abound.
Some were even on the ground.
These flowers that bloom in summer
Are welcome sights to a newcomer.
They make a visitor want to stick around.
– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 22. Prompt was Color. Photo from Pixabay.com.
In the wind and rain
Branches wave like rugged flags
Mourning fallen leaves
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #99. Word prompts were “Flag” & “Fallen” or synonyms of those. Photo ©2010 Leara Morris-Clark.
Their exploits inspired future generations…
My mind went blank as I stared at the page, pen hovering an inch above.
I watched the ink slowly crawl down the nib and pool at the tip threatening to spill over.
I sighed and felt frustrated with the cobwebs in my head tangling up the adventures I knew were waiting there for me to write.
The ink finally dripped and splattered abstractly on the unlined paper meant to be the backdrop for my next masterpiece, or first, depending on your perspective.
The puddle ran out in all directions forming shapes and scenes, still obscured by my foggy awareness.
Little dark figures birthed suspenseful journeys on cross-country trains, in twin-engine planes above The Alps, and sailed the high seas until forced to walk the plank. Black holes swallowed them up as a sword point persuaded them to make the leap through time and space among the stars. They landed on a station inhabited by races from across galaxies and were enhanced with robotics to make living in any atmosphere possible.
Their exploits inspired future generations to take risks to inhabit the Earth once more. They built primitive tree houses, in which to raise their young, and learned to thrive off the land.
Suddenly the families, animals, and land once again merged into a lifeless, muddy lake in the center of my sheet. I was sad to see them go.
My head fell forward, and I dropped my pen. I caught myself before landing my face in the inkblot.
I couldn’t remember what I dreamt. What a mess of wasted ink!
Curse this writer’s block!
– Written for The Daily Post. Daily word prompt was “blank.” Photo from Pixabay.com.
The face appeared as light dissipated.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #35. Prompt was “dark.” WC 6. Photo from Pixabay.com.
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