Freedom Writer

It has been 14,235 days since my captivity began, since the day I was born.

The illusion of freedom calms anxious minds and gives one something to believe in, something to fight for.

Rules and laws and expectations confirm freedom is imagined. The universe will right itself when something tries to defy the rules.

Understanding limitations is the only way to experience a sense of freedom. Freedom exists in the mind.

I remove myself from the flow of the world and step outside the limitations to experience true freedom.

I rest my fingers on the keyboard then begin to type.

Backlit keyboard– Written for Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge. Prompt was “freedom.” I used a quote by Albert Camus for inspiration. WC 100. Photo from Wikipedia.

Puppet On A String

The old man looked at me with a snaggletooth grin.


Our train pulled into the station. I saw the old man and his raggedy clown puppet. There were a few people nearby watching his show. I liked marionettes. It was amazing how with just strings, he could make it move so life-like. It danced, walked, and entertained as more people crowded around.

Mum made some comment about keeping homeless off the subway platforms, but I didn’t see any harm in it. I watched intently.

I saw a constable and worried he would make the man leave. “About time,” Mum said and went back to her book.

The old man looked at me with a snaggletooth grin. With his free hand, he made a strange motion toward the policeman. Suddenly, the officer began to move in step with the clown. No one else noticed, as the old man and the puppet captivated them.

The officer had a sightless look in his eyes and moved in a jerky motion, arms and legs swinging unnaturally.

The old man still smiled and then he winked at me.

I watched the officer dance his way toward the opposite tracks and off the platform as the other train entered the station. I stifled a scream with my hand over my mouth as it came to a screeching halt, while the body flew through the air.

Our train started to move. I stared, wide-eyed as the crowd became frantic. I searched the platform, but I could not see the old man or his clown anywhere.

– Written for Microcosms 21 weekly contest. Related to clowns with prompts Puppeteer/Subway/Horror. WC 249. Photo from Pixabay.com.

Campus Crusade

She really read me the riot act this time.

“Mom, come on, it’s not that bad,” I grumbled.

“YOU. WERE. ARRESTED!” She shouted, emphasizing each word.

“We are not paying your tuition so you can run naked across campus!”

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– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #55. Word prompt was “riot.” WC 39. Photo from searchengineland.com. “Campus Crusade” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.
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Roman God Of The Sea

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Neptune raises his trident; the waves obey the command.

They reach toward the sky and then bow down toward the sand.

He rules over the ocean and all life teeming within.

He holds back intruders and aids the plight of men.

His strength is unparalleled, his power unwavering.

Known also as the Earth-shaker he leaves, not only the sea but the land, quavering.

His temper should not be underestimated nor the devotion of his followers.

Typhoons, thunder, and lightning, and all manner of sea creatures do his bidding, yielding many sorrowers.

– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #44. Prompt was “Symbols.” Photo from Wikimedia.

Spring’s Resolution

Spring’s quest resolved when
Daffodils raised sleepy heads
Ending winter’s rein

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– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #98. Word prompts were “Rein” & “Quest” or synonyms of those. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.

Rest Haiku

Shady palms swaying
Casting shadows in the breeze
Summertime respite

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– Written from Haiku Horizons Week 118. Prompt was “rest.” Photo ©2009 LearaMorris-Clark

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A Sinking Feeling

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“Pickles? With peanut butter? Seriously?” Jimmy was appalled.

“I may have been drinking when I packed our lunches.” He said, shielding his eyes from the sun. “In fact, I may still be intoxicated.”

“Uncle Frank, that’s gross! Does mom know you are drinking again?” Jimmy inquired.

A loud scraping sound followed by violent shaking interrupted their conversation.

“Uncle Frank!” Jimmy exclaimed, trying to keep his balance when the boat lifted and vibrated as it crashed onto the rocks.

“I have a feeling she will know soon enough.” He replied, noticing the boat beginning to take on water. “Aww, crap!”

“We didn’t even get out of the channel!” whined Jimmy.

Jimmy was an athletic 10-year-old and a strong swimmer. He sighed and jumped overboard as the boat turned up and began to sink. The dock was still in sight, so he made for it while Frank plopped down on the sinking vessel and popped open a can of beer.

“No appreciation!” He shouted at Jimmy. “That’s okay, more pickle and peanut butter sandwiches for me.”

– Written for The Blog Propellant Picture Prompt #54. Sentence prompt was “Pickles? With peanut butter? Seriously?” and photo prompt. WC 175

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