I’d taken to the deepest forest,
Slipping under darknight canopy,
Desperate for a glittering mask,
A gilt-net bag of Turkish Delight,
Strands held tight in concealing ice. Continue reading
I’d taken to the deepest forest,
Slipping under darknight canopy,
Desperate for a glittering mask,
A gilt-net bag of Turkish Delight,
Strands held tight in concealing ice. Continue reading
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/22/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Zeke was a Schmittyboy from the tip-top of his wrangling hat, to the red-dusted toes of his herding boots. Picture twin moons, Phobos and Deimos, shining in rare alignment over Arizon’s desert plain. Continue reading
Humor is very hard to place.//Many thanks to Doug Jacquier and Witcraft.org // For accepting my sense of humor // And my alter-ego, Tessa Kjeldsdottir.
I was giving the Qtip a final twirl when my cousin Jonny hollered up to tell me that Harrison had been released from prison. At first I’d heard “Harry’s song had greased the prism,” which made no sense at all. But then I remembered the Qtip in my one good ear…
Please click here to access the rest of the story: https://witcraft.org/2023/11/22/harrisons-release/
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LINK. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories
Well, what shall I have on this mostly fine morning, to remind myself of how loved and deserving I am, even if don’t always feel it? Continue reading
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (11/17/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Odd had told her the barber shop was three blocks over from the warehouse they were squatting in. It wasn’t that they didn’t have money. They just didn’t want to use it for nonessentials. When he’d seen the ragged job she’d done cutting her hair, he’d decided: a proper clean up was essential. Odd always had the final say, so here she was, ambling down the street in the early hours. Continue reading
Day 2 of FlashNano2023. Prompt word: AMORANSIA
Mary was practically perfect in every way. Men loved her. Women adored her. Young and old were drawn to her like moths to a flame. And each time she entered into a relationship with one or the other, she really tried to love them back with all her heart, and all the fullness of her lissome frame. Continue reading
“You sure about this, Jimmy?” Thora pulled the white forelock rising from her scalp, wishing. Continue reading
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