Truth Serum – A Daily Post Sonnet
Truth Serum Liquid revelation in a test tube, just one sip and you’ll spill all your secrets into my waiting ear. Give me the cube, the nuclear launch codes and don’t forget to sing those account numbers too. Made from shiny purple berries concentrated and distilled into my secret serum. One sip and you are intoxicated. No conditioning can stop you talking. No torture needed to glean your secrets. A sip or two sets you talking, spilling it all. No regrets, in sleep you’ll forget about that purple drink I handed you. Don’t worry, I won’t leave a single clue. ~ ~ … Continue reading Truth Serum – A Daily Post Sonnet
One Word Photo Challenge – Summer
Squash Blossoms Squash blossoms bloom one day, then crumple, fade before morning next comes. He watched it sit amid squash vines, orphaned babe in lap, spade in hand, motionless as the vines. Sun lit its face giving it a feminine cast. The sword slung at his hip hummed with magic and he wondered what a plain man who’s passed his prime ought do with such a tragic crew. It saw him standing there, came to him, babe cradled in its arms, with squash blossoms in its hair, all of them spent, just like him, their life done, their pollen gone, a handsome bit of bright decay … Continue reading One Word Photo Challenge – Summer
Six of One–I Broke your Doomsday Clock – A Daily Post Sonnet
I Broke Your Doomsday Clock. Six of one–oops, I broke your doomsday clock. Half a dozen of another smothered it good. Before the hands struck twelve o’clock, kaboom, into smithereens I hammered it leaving nothing left of your doomsday time device. That metaphor I retired and I did it all via smartphone today while in a shark’s belly I reclined, tired from my world domination bidding spree on eBay of all things. The world’s on sale and I’m not the only one shopping, please someone send me a million dollar pail. Because I have got winnings to collect, and sore losers to … Continue reading Six of One–I Broke your Doomsday Clock – A Daily Post Sonnet
Photo-Fiction Challenge #2 – Sharks and Photo Ops
Sharks and Photo Ops Too easy was our escape; the ship bucked, pitched and rolled from missile attack. That bitch gravity gave it a good slap. I tucked into webs of restraints and had to ditch. Into the sea I fell with alien friends and right into a school of sharks because we just couldn’t catch a break. No bombs to rend these fishy foes. Nothing to make them pause. Blood in the water–the frenzy begins. But I’ve got my smartphone and its flash blinds first one shark, another. I flash and spin. But there’s too many and I’m in a bind. I’m … Continue reading Photo-Fiction Challenge #2 – Sharks and Photo Ops
Dive and Shift
Dive and Shift He leaps, falls, hits mirrored water, shifts– human skin flips to scales. Gills breathe water, exhale oxygen into blood; the shift continues, webs his fingers, toes. Water caresses his sleek new body as he swims. The current tugs him out to sea, its siren call he can’t resist. It carries him out into deep water where old wrecks fallen prey to storms litter the seafloor. Check out their remains, he does, until a shadow’s pass draws him out. The kraken’s come to play. Chitinous claws extend to uphold vows. Tentacles swing, stab, miss–he strikes to slay. He evades its limbs, slashes … Continue reading Dive and Shift
Writing 101 Assignment 5 – Legacy
“All that is gold does not glitter…” — JRR Tolkien Legacy (the Legend of the Curse Breaker) Not all gold glitters while some lies hidden. In caves deep and under waters sweet, bides that which can set all to right. Unbidden it rises from the depths to hand the guide knowledge true to right a wrong God still sees. Cursed since birth this child of a magic ban, to his hand draws kingmaker Legacy– the blade that shattered in the traitor’s hand. There it merges into a gleaming whole– Blade that regicide and fratricide broke– to heal a sundered land and … Continue reading Writing 101 Assignment 5 – Legacy
Leaving on a Space Ship – A Daily Post Sonnet
Leaving on a Space Ship If I leave earth and trade it for the stars, never can I return home. The rocket’s red glare, escape velocity, no bar. past our planet’s dance in our space pocket, I go into outer space to explore, to boldly go where no woman has gone before. To sail the milky way, to soar past alien suns and watch a new dawn bloom on exoplanets while you grow old. Earth spins your years away while mine slow down special relativity, I’m told, works like that with light speed; it makes me frown. I ride the light, push nine-tenths of light speed … Continue reading Leaving on a Space Ship – A Daily Post Sonnet
Flash Fiction Challenge – Zombies vs Healer
The Necromancer vs the Healer The necromancer raised them row by row, ripped from death’s sleep, the zombies sprang from graves. An army shambles bent on overthrow, its mauve-robed leader can’t ever be saved. Drawn by death’s cold touch and stench of decay, a healer comes with life’s power in his veins. His touch turns zombies to dust, and waylays the necromancer’s plans. No innocents slain, no kingdom overthrown–Necromancer faces Healer, but life always prevails. One touch removes un-life, Necromancer falls, his mauve robes puddle, his bargains fail, for power he swapped salvation, enslaved himself to Death, but he can still be saved. ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading Flash Fiction Challenge – Zombies vs Healer
Dawn – Writing 101 Assignment 4
Dawn In quiet he sat, watched the rising light falling through stained glass to illuminate the church. Watched the dark driven out by light, a sun created to eradicate darkness wherever it falls. In the heart, under cloud, in church–wherever shadows linger, light shines and does battle apart from life flowing on the earth. On it glows, its mission never complete. So he sits quiet, and contemplates night’s fade to dawn. God’s free gift to us all, calling to spirits young and old, a bright reminder that dawn makes all things new as it showers blessings, renews all in need, this light offering. Continue reading Dawn – Writing 101 Assignment 4
The Road Calls – Writing 101 Assignment 4
The Road Calls I watched the sylvan world fade away. Through my long watch, cities rose up and fell. Ancient magic no longer holds sway. Now comes the day to bid a fond farewell. My watch is done when this day ends in night. Weep not, my friend, the sun’s last glimmer leads me home. Over hill and dale, through passes tight, over ice-crowned mountains where my road leads. Back to lands that still dream, where magic dwells. The road is now calling, silver streams sing. My feet itch to dance my way in its swells. Say farewell. The road calls. Your blessing sing– I … Continue reading The Road Calls – Writing 101 Assignment 4
Black Hole
Black Hole I write from a black hole, where I riddle. I’m slowly being spaghettified* by tidal forces’ stretch, squeeze to a noodle. Light can’t escape its pull; no last ditch fly by or rescue attempt. What the black hole catches, it keeps. It lets nothing escape save one thing its embrace can’t hold–my soul– its needs no velocity to escape. It travels faster than light to the source, away from its earthen birth, its black hole confinement, to the spark that set its course. Shot out of the black hole, flying fast, still whole, that soul, that spark that once leapt in my flesh, ’til black … Continue reading Black Hole
Poetry 101 Rehab: Father
Blocks Ran sat used Papa as a backrest while he stacked blocks woven from wild reeds. Magic rushed ’round under Papa’s skin; it beguiled the child listening to its rhythmic music. Magic beat with his heart and sometimes in counterpoint. Ran’s hair stood up; Papa’s arm draped across his lap securing him in place. Green sparks raced across his father’s arm, leapt over Ran’s head outlining a loose sphere that winked in and out of view. Ran pushed blocks at the peak-a-boo curtain of power there. The block stopped mid-air within the sphere locked. Ran laughed and pushed on Papa’s magic wall that had become a new … Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Father
One Word to Hold in the Gray Between – Writing 101 Assignment 3
The Gray Between There is a place between, a gray between life and death, a place where all crossroads lead. Darkness hangs there and shadows lay the scene. No light goes there unless kindled by need. Hope, love and faith ignite a soul with fire brightening the Gray Between. As you walk, the darkness stalks, it feeds on emotions. Hold your hope tight, its your torch, and don’t balk. Cling to your love. Sing hymns while in motion, Don’t pause or the Gray Between’ll suck you dry, leave a darkening husk trapped in the woods with no path to follow. Cold you will die, never … Continue reading One Word to Hold in the Gray Between – Writing 101 Assignment 3
The Sky Cries Rain Tears
The Sky Cries “Why’s the sky cry?” asked Ran who walked beside. His question aimed at his somber father. “It’s raining not crying,” said Sarn, who tried not to look back, not to decipher her last words, not to dwell on things now ended. His eyes followed the lake’s curve to her home. But she’d gone back to a life upended— without a freak with a magic syndrome. Ran pipped up suddenly, “I know why it cries.” Sarn regarded his son for the answer, “Because you don’t cry, so for you, it cries.” Ran squeezed his father’s hand, looking wiser than his scant years. “You can cry, it’s okay. ‘Cause when I’m … Continue reading The Sky Cries Rain Tears
Photo-fiction Challenge #6 – Upended
Upended Keysta leaned against the upended couch wondering what to do now that they’d gone. He had turned the house upside down, that grouch, but he’d not found her. Her bro went to pawn a trinket that wouldn’t fetch enough to pay the men off or make a dent in their debt. despair crushed her, ground her down, left no way to recoup or energy to try. Threats still echoed when her bro returned. Coins clink, his boots scrape to a stop at the scene, eyes scan for signs of his elder sis, then blink to take it all in. He moves fast and … Continue reading Photo-fiction Challenge #6 – Upended
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