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Wordless Wednesday
Crumb of Dignity
“Is there not one crumb of dignity within you?” Her hectic voice screeching.
He barely lifts his head.
Which just enrages her more.
“Nothing to say, huh?” She snaps
Her left hand suddenly rummage within her purse.
Two shots ring out.
A figure covered in cloth falls
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Ghost in the Condo – FFAW
“Mr Allen, we have your complaint about strange noises.” A dead voice of a bored man spills out of the phone.
“I’m one of twelve people with the same noises, the same lights! It’s hard to sleep with all this going on! Do you happen to live here?!” Martin yells into his cell phone.
“Mr Allen, we have your complaint about strange noises.” A dead voice of a bored man spills out of the phone.
“I’m one of twelve people with the same noises, the same lights! It’s hard to sleep with all this going on! Do you happen to live here?!” Martin yells into his cell phone.
“Well, sir. Your complaint is important to us..” the voice drones
“No! It’s not important to anyone not living here!” Martin spits venom”Listen, you idiot! I hear loud noises that go wa-WA-wa-WA-wa-WA then a popping sound. Then more rapid noises for ten seconds. Multicolored ghosts run across my windows! ”
“Sir! It’s just a Pacman game. The promotion goes on for three more days. How old are you? Don’t you know the damn game!” The voice stops
185 words (using few extra unused from previous challenges)
Wordle – Haunts of You
1. monkey wrench
2. dust bunny
3. jejune [naive, simplistic, and superficial|(of ideas or writings) dry and uninteresting]
4. rowboat
5. goose-neck lamp
6. dementia
7. angst
8. vexatious [causing or tending to cause annoyance, frustration, or worry|denoting an action or the bringer of an action that is brought without sufficient grounds for winning, purely to cause annoyance to the defendant]
9. pernicious [having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way]
10. mollycoddle
11. milk bottle
12. vermilion lipstick [vermilion:a brilliant red pigment made from mercury sulfide (cinnabar)]
My vexatious glances lock on that vermilion lipstick stained milk bottle. The effect of dementia or angst… i know not. I’m drunk on pernicious ideals life is fair.
“Mollycoddle, your word to label me” I yell at shadows cast from the gooseneck lamp.
I see monkey wrenches you laid into my plans. Row boats beached on distant shores. They mix in their darkness with the dim light. A dust bunny becomes a dragon. More jejune debris from brief in humans.
Writing in Blanks
Plagued by a tub of words! I imagine spry swings of alliteration. But thumps of forgetable lines suck. No tap of the pencil changes things.
Recreate
I long for simple times
I remember when it was perfect
Being as one without boundaries
Magic lived between what was us
Just to bring that back for a moment
To grasp the raw emotions
No plague of worry or thought
When the mist clears my eyes
A lone thought cries out
How do you recreate
What never was
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Do You Have Halloween Stories
This is from Spillwords.com… They have been gracious enough to accept my works. Give them a try.
Fill out the form below to submit your literary work for consideration to be published as a part of a series called ‘13 Days of Halloween‘.
The series will run from October 18th through October 31st, and we will be featuring a different literary work everyday for 13 days.
All literary pieces should embrace Halloween, and the spirit of this holiday. It should make reference of Trick or Treating, ghosts and goblins, black cats, superstitions, or any appropriate iconic Halloween character.
We look forward to your literary treats!
Gone
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” Abigail looks at her mom.
“The guy across the street. You know sits by the flower pots and waves to everyone.” Mom points with her right hand. “He’s gone”
“He told Sheila he was going to find peace very soon. He was weird” Abigail grows tired of this conversation
“Find peace? What kind of freak did we talk to all this time?” Mom furrows her brow
“Mom, maybe he was a psychopath or bank robber! How cool he lived right there.” Abigail taps on her phone “Im gonna be so cool. I lived never a real life criminal!”
“We don’t know that! You can’t tell people that Abby!” Mom looks concerned and stops to look at back across the street. “What if he was?”
(132 words)
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer
Farewell – Photo Challenge #180
Dear People,
My time has come. You’ve spent eons trying to understand me. I have wrote my messages in blood, white chalk, paint and tried digital for awhile. The whole was “the End is near”. With humanity it always was. Every sense of fear created conquest, war, famine and death. My saddlecloth changes and your names do, as well. In my bid adieu, I cast the last light upon the end of your path.
My nature is much that of your languages. The ability to redefine what it is the I may be. In a final attempt to reveal the truth, I appear as I should to your modern words. You may not look upon my face, lest you may remember my true name. Your time for heroics past. Like your history and adherse to the myths of belief, you will rise into the air as dust.
Farewell. My efforts to teach you the importance of tomorrow and banding together have failed. Tomorrow, finally will come. Remember how you wanted to live your last day. It’s close.
