A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading
time
Time
After a decade of attempted stops,
Dangerous actions to hasten the end,
I need you to dial it back from ten to three.
Because this time, it’s real. Continue reading
Dark Light
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LIGHT. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES
High atop the mountain, trees look more like shrubs, demarcating flat plats of land,
Spreading toward an as yet to be determined line
When land drops away and sky begins. Continue reading
Gated Community
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (08/05/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
There was a glitch in my time-story machine. The dumpsters behind the brick wall overflowed with things abandoned and unvalued. Clear that brick wall, I thought, and…
I’d dropped down the wrong rabbit hole. Continue reading
Homecoming
They’d passed through the portal just after moonrise. Their ship navigated left, then right, and left again, pulling up to the dock with a scrape and a sigh. Continue reading
The Wild, Wild West
In TUFF Love, Carrot Ranch’s Charli Mills asked participants to revise an original western romance through a 99-59-9-99 word process with each step requiring a different craft twist. This event is an exercise of inspiration thru changing POV and final edit.
Original 99-word Draft: The Wild, Wild West
Anton shrugged out of his jacket, kicking off his boots,and with them, the urban muck of cow shit and cheap whiskey. Padding into the foothills in bare feet, he wrinkled his nose, drawing his lips back from canines that glinted moonlight. Continue reading
Time Lost
Elbows on bent knees,
Hands dangle between, wings on a gentle-breezed bird.
Butt planted, chilly on Autumnal Earth.
Grass spent, golden and crackling
Under a sky sharp as blue porcelain.
Leaves flicker down from balding trees,
The memories still, cut deep.
Valley of the Trolls 