Sunday Photo Fiction: A Perfect Wife


I never thought I would be one to travel a great deal but I had been all around Europe this past year. Now, I was staying at a hotel in Amsterdam. On my way to get coffee, I noticed a man following me. He was dressed well and reminded me  of a how the Italian`s dressed, very sharp and expensive.

I remained in the crowds trying to lose my tail and I worked my way back to my hotel room. I thought I was safe in my hotel but my hands were grabbed and tied behind me as  I opened my suitcase. I was pulled over my stalkers shoulder and eventually placed in the back seat of a car.

” Sit back, Natasha, relax. I would never hurt you,”  my kidnapper reasoned.

” Then why would you kidnap me?” I yelled at the stranger.

” Mama says I need a wife and I want a pretty Canadian wife. I have lots of money. Plus, look at me? I’m hot you are lucky to have me for a husband.”

I tried the locks on the doors.” I want to go back to my hotel now. I have a fiance, I don’t need a husband.” I lied.

The man laughed at me and reached back to pat my arm. “I will make you forget about him.”

” I don’t want to be your wife!” I scream.

The man shrugged. ” My Mama and I picked you out in Florence. You helped a little boy find his lost parents and Mama said ‘She’s your wife.’ Mama is never wrong.”

I shuddered.

Dutch House

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Two Sentence Horror Challenge: The Hunt.


Her clawed hands ran over her face and body as she touched the textures of fur, sinew, and teeth. Sensitive hearing caught the echoes of humans hiking near by and she salivated, while razor sharp fangs and her muscled wolf body prepared to gorge on throats.

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Six Word Stories – November 21, 2015. 


1. Christmas has become gaudy; sparkles glitter. 

2. Stress turns on the nervous system. 

3. Running on endorphins only lasts awhile.

4. I miss dogs; Santa please provide. 

5. Dogs are bestfriends, die before you.

6 Cancer consumes my friend; tumours shrinking.

7. The beast never saw; beauty’s beastiness.

8. I began Christmas shopping; already overwhelmed. 

9. Memories last awhile, music brings songs. 

10. Smell triggers memory; sometimes horrid scents.

11. The backyard is dark; cats play.

12. There is a questioning, in silence.

13. We look at each other, silently.

14. The best words come from silence.

15. Sleep disturbed by so many words.

16. Poetry is gut wrenching; it hurts.

17. Pain is apart of everything; feel.

18. If you hurt, your not dead.

19. Hiking hills takes perseverence; I’ve none.

20. If magic is real; believe truth. 

21. Sickness can stop life; turn pages.

22. Lovely leather books made hand bound.

23. Air is shallow here, water inhaled. 

24. The cost of freedom is war.

25. Unnamed soldier; death makes us nameless. 

Poem: Intimacy


I am an old fashioned girl in many ways, my conservative values are being uprooted. I like to be free but —

I think that a few dates to get to know a guy is pertinent to understanding he and you.

But all these guys don’t want to put in the effort. They want you in bed, before you’ve said your name and basic details.  

They want sex,  primarily, you’re just a pretty face. Where are the guys who put effort into making a girl feel special and valued?

I’m a feminist, and I want  to be equal to men; it seems we’re not. We’re still objectified. 

But impressing a girl, and having fun together it’s important. I’m for slow beginnings, to build roots. I’m for midnight laughter and sharing parts of yourself in your head first. 

Where are the men who care about you as a person and like to talk to you? Where are the guys who don’t want to only hook up, but actually go on a few dates first.

I think if you think, I’m going to sleep with you; I should like you a lot and know you enough that I’m comfortable with you. Sex changes everything.

Why should I sleep with some random guy? I want him to be invested in our relationship. I want more then a night. One night stands never go well. 

But I’m old fashioned and girls almost half my age just give sex away; never thinking that they’ve lost intimacy somewhere along the way; that the owed a guy nothing.