A Fairy Tale

02/22/202503/07/2025 / Liz H-H / 22 Comments

A glass-enclosed carousel on dry ground on a sunny late afternoon. Scene is deserted. — *© Ayr/Gray*

When the rains passed, and evening was well on its way (though the sun still burned white-hot in the firmament), Little Blue lifted her head from under the scrap of newsprint and sighed.

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Be Kind, Rewind

02/19/202503/07/2025 / Liz H-H / 15 Comments

(freeform and prosy
future’s not lookin’ rosy
I struggle to rhyme)

Be Kind, Rewind

We don’t exactly know when the Great Clock stopped,
But we could’ve had a sense of the pendulum’s swing faltering,
Except that everything went digital and we lost ourselves.

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Little Red Tatterhood

02/15/2025 / Liz H-H / 15 Comments

Empty city street, except for a tree growing up in the middle of a wide red brick sidewalk. Tree has a dark vertical split near its basem with two bright red Amanita Muscaria mushrooms on either side of the split.

Perhaps Rose could have been more wary on her weekly walk to Granny’s apartment, but she knew the way and felt confident in her red cape and hood. How could she go wrong? It had plenty of pockets! And she had her wooden spoon to fend off any attackers. Continue reading →

College Daze

02/11/202502/12/2025 / Liz H-H / 20 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: TIP. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!

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Should she mention, or just keep it to herself? Continue reading →

Frau Holle 2025

02/08/2025 / Liz H-H / 8 Comments

tall broom leaning against a flat white wall, flooring is polished brick.

It’s an inside job for sure.

I gaze out at the fat, fresh snow falling, fairy voices singing with bell-like giggles as winds gust and tumble them into one another. Not yet time for Spring cleaning. It’s only February. Yet an urgent inner tug tells me to create something to meet the pure snowfall half way. Continue reading →

Hyde and Seek

02/05/2025 / Liz H-H / 13 Comments

Suzette knocked cautiously on the closed door of Henry’s laboratory over the garage, which before had been her own writer’s space, calling cheerily, “Dr. Jekyl, where are you Hyding?” Continue reading →

Beware the Ides of Feb

01/30/2025 / Liz H-H / 6 Comments

What is this feeling? Dianne picked at her cuticle, exploring the sharp point of a hangnail that wouldn’t go away, despite her many efforts to clip the skin, moisturize, and even bite. It just kept coming back, capturing more territory as it advanced beyond the thumbnail. She could almost hear the cheers and a tiny bugle as the rolling plains of palm came into view, signs of the hangnail victory. Continue reading →