Many thanks for everyone following here!
I have an alternate site titled Project21words.
It’s time to share the fun. I need guest posts.
Everyone is invited not matter where you are or what you do.
The only constraints here 21 words or fewer. Or two images.
Combos of the two things are good as well. Short and sweet/whatever else.
Poems are easiest. Microfiction, haiku, Tanaka, random blackout…
Email something to firstname.lastname@example.org SD, xZuzana fc 3 om
I return an invite.
You create what you wish and in words it will be waiting for review.
Images need to be sent via email with explanation of use.
I will post without editing. Only thing maybe be an adult warning if it seems necessary to myself or yourself
Longer posts considered for Coloring Outside The Lines as well.
“Turn at the third left just past the old barn.” Her words echo in my mind.
I wearily watch the road only to find a turnabout with multiple left turns. My mind reminds me she’s always been a turncoat. I have cleaned up her messes and hidden the bodies enough to be overworked.
The red and blue lights tell me that am at the right place and turning her in was way too easy.
Beware when you overwork the wrong person.
Part of two challenges
Six Sentence Stories
The cue is TURN
six sentences,any genre, hop around, link yours up too , have fun!
& The daily post ” Overworked ”
The cue fur the week…”Mark Twain or what Mark?”
She looks at me, then through me, finally past me.
“The reports of my death have been grossly exaggerated.” I respond to the question of what has happened to me not asked yet.
The reaction to my surprise return is not as pleasent as I hoped.
She looks away.and let’s the words slip “You are what almost killed me, but it made me stronger.”
“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence.” I have lost the vibe I came here with. “You are well represented.”
The horizon stretches across a green valley neatly kept in place by rugged mountains. The sun light streams into the bowl of evergreens leaving a haziness in the dustance. Rough granite tears up the ground to show rough edges that sparkle.
A solitary figure watches nature’s enlightenment. A quick step and a log gives way careening to the valley.
Star light dances within the head of the hiker as boulders break his fall.
This week’s cue was STAR
SIX SENTENCES…no more, no less
LINK IT UP
Details at https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/10/05/its-the-six-sentence-story/
The cold blackness of space rained down on Prospectors Mountain. The early fall night stilled by the moonless night. The stats burned deep set into the sky. Tall pines reach up to try touching them.
Two stars looked down and reached back. A steady vibration slide through the air as both glowing orbs landed to wake up the night.
Six sentence Story, rules and info here,
The voices don’t agree today, it seems that past practice is no longer acceptable. I look down upon a bound figure whose name got lost in time. In the prefect world in which I dwell, reality visits like a social worker marking up a checklist.
It is said that a crazy person will never understand how crazy they really are.
My matches keep my can of gasoline nervous.
I start to believe that control has left me a widower.