The party boat, a tall red cruiser, shudders in its own wake, loosely tethered to dock’s end by a thin rope dipping in and out of the slowly rolling waves; behind it, dark clouds gather with increasing speed and the winds pick up.
“C’mon,” he hollered over the southern-fried blare and bass from the boat’s own speakers, adding “It’ll be fine and I’ll protect you like I always have!” Continue reading
Source: T. Kittelsen, huldra
Feeling both drained and blocked
Creative flow not happening
Just need to scrape a few key people off
Step out into the rain
Lose the shoes
And go to ground for awhile
Recharge. Continue reading
© Ayr/Gray
Stopped on the stair
Halfway here and partway there
Nature’s tunnel narrows the path
Limits the options, like algorithm’s math Continue reading
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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
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The woods are not normally so still: birds whistling, squirrels crashing through piles of autumnal brush, foxes barking and screaming, the peel and crunch of deer stripping tree bark, their gyrating jaws masticating what food they can find in these sere times; all has been silenced. Continue reading
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…Bows and trembles still,
But wind punishes, more likely to cut
Than caress and quicken the hopeful green of early months.
Pulsing chlorophyll sparking, breathing deep
The sinewy length of sultry Midsommer. Continue reading
Honestly, she could sit here all day and watch the water, the gulls, and the waves wink their private jokes to one another, the sun heating her pale, white shoulders as she leaned over the steel railing that bordered the sharp drop to the river below. Continue reading
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