Sunday Photo Fiction: A Gory Death Becomes #amwriting #fiction #SPF


Thanks to Susan for hosting SPF.


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Dust rose thick in the air, and the August sun scorched. The foreman and his workmen dripped sweat, and Natasha Roberts supervised her redesign.

The home’s white-washed stucco matched an aqua-tiled and white kitchen with ice-blue tones carrying into the great room. Glints of multi-colored metal, and a 1920’s inspired bar created a unique entertaining space.

The master-bedroom’s giant windows combined with simplified Art-Decl luxury. In contrast, original barn-doors with glass panes to the balcony, matched the ones downstairs that opened to an outdoor living space.

Natasha admired her creation; she was excited to make the house stylish, and to skim extra profit unbeknown to her clients.

The foreman yelled to her and she scoffed. “I’m coming.” What a hick.

She turned in red stilettos, her ruby dress swirling with its bell-sleeves. She teetered, and her heel caught on the sand-stone patio. Natasha screeched and her body lunged; her ankle and heel snapped. She crushed into white-washed walls, raven hair fanning as she fell.

The foreman witnessed Natasha’s death. He swore as her blood gushed, and crossed himself when he perceived she had no pulse.

Years later, he dreamed of Natasha’s mouth in a daily spitting-rage towards his skilled-workers. He remembered her scream as her ankle twisted at the same awkward angle as her neck. Nightmares haunted him; he believed Natasha deserved her gory end.


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Notable Quotes: May 2018 Part Two #amwriting #quotes #pinterest #notablequotes


Welcome to this month’s second edition of Notable Quotes. I hope everyone is enjoying nice weather in whatever part of the world you’re from. Here’s some inspiration for today.


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#NaPoWriMo Day 21/Sunday Writing: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (1) – “The Unmaking of A Dream” #amwriting #poetry #mythology #MLMM


For Day 21 of NaPoWriMo the prompt is: “based on the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way.”

Combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on the title The Unmaking of A Dream.


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Narcissist so loved himself first,

Blond hair, chiseled jaw, self-love burst.

Down by the pool, his special place —

He dreams of his attractive face.

He can’t find one person with grace–

Enough to see, they’re not on par.

He’s been granted magnificence; his looks they compel,

Admiration from men and women; he loves but himself.

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Liriope his mother so gorgeous,

Son of river god, Cephisesus.

Brave hunter disdainful of love,

To proud to care for anyone.

Such was his vainness, he upset —

Nemesis; doesn’t regret —

His reflection, his greatest lust; adrift selfish and vain,

He resents sweet Echo’s presence, her heart aching, her pain.

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Some say the nymph she dwindled,

Echo Narcisse’s swindled.

“Leave me alone,” his haughty —

Tone made her stomach squirm, distraught.

She begged, she blathered, she touched him;

But he threw off her hands, voice grim,

She echoed his words; he was entranced in his visage;

No mirror, but a pool’s reflection made Echo livid.

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No, the rude hunter did not fade,

Nor waste away with longing gaze.

Echo did not wander until her —

Melodic voice was gone — unheard.

Stomping her foot in anger’s blaze,

She clutched Narcisse’s Hair enraged;

Drowning him in love-lorn grief; a pool of dreams his final grave,

Nemesis concurred, the hunter was best dead; self-love decayed.


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100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Lunes – “Sugar Plum Dreamer” #100WordWednesdays #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.


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Tiny princess laughs,

Toes bloodied;

Sweet Ballerina —


You mustn’t eat much,

You’re soft feet,

Will not be pretty.


But you’re talent it —

Enfolds, shocks;

Tears, sweat, soar legs ache —


Shaking; muscled sleek,

No black swan,

Sugar plum waking.


Fair dancer bending,

Lifted high,

Bowing to her dreams.


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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer/Music Challenge: An Ordinary Girl #amwriting #flashfiction #musicchallenge


Last week’s FFftAW is hosted by Priceless Joy. Also, this is not the recent music challenge but the previous one, Music Challenge #19, with the song “Ordinary World” by Green Day Featuring Miranda Lambert.


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Ordinary World” by Green Day Ft. Miranda Lambert


Gemma was furious, she strode to the back yard, grabbing her keys from her purse, sputtering off in her old Toyota. She heard her parents both yelling as she squealed away. She exited onto a highway, then into New York, the city of shining lights.

At sixteen she desired her own apartment downtown, near the train and whichever university fit her design passion. A place where her mom didn’t search through her stuff. She had collected a great deal of buried treasure for her future apartment. Gemma was extraordinarily intelligent and had the marks to attend any university, with a full scholarship, even at age sixteen.

The sunrise blinded her as she drove past the downtown core. At dawn, she got out at her favorite park with the tree with twisted roots. Here she had met Ethan. Together they existed in an Ordinary World of small dreams and endless moments. He supported her but convinced her time and again to return home only for another two years.

When she came home after her advanced high school classes, she was besieged by her mom and dad. She gazed apologetically at their worried faces, trying to find the right words. She knew they had big plans for her. They didn’t want her to be ordinary like them, but it was what she wanted most.


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#NovemberNotes Day 30/Three Line Tales: Nonfiction – Breaking the Shell #flashfiction #3LineTales #amwriting


For November Notes Day 30, the final prompt song is “Break the Shell” by India Arie. I’m combining with the #3LineTale prompt by Sonya of Only 100 Words.


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Break the Shell” by India Arie


Hard decisions are frustrating, such as spray painting a mural and wanting it to be perfect, then watching it painted over in white the next day; but we can’t let indecision and fear hold us back as shadows too make a person whole. We want to live a life without pain but that life doesn’t exist because life hurts no matter what and is meant to be felt; if we stay inside ourselves, then we’ll never accomplish our potential. I am certain that flying free means breaking out of our shells to thrive and take chances; and if we don’t decide to try we’ll remain trapped on the ground, always wondering, what if?


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#OctPoWriMo – Day 12/ Tale Weavers: Poem – Sestina – “The Reluctant Princess” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


OctPoWriMo Day 12 is a poem on theme of imagination. It also has a special poetry form called a Sestina. I’m combining this prompt with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt of a reluctant princess. 

“A sestina is 39 lines, 6 stanzas with 6 lines each plus a tag. Begin with 6 words of your choice.Take those words and rotate them at the ends of your stanzas. They rotate in a round with the last word of the last line being the last word of the first line in the next stanza. Your lines can be any length, though it just looks nicer if they’re quite regular.” 

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Princess wishing for saving but her mind

Changes thought after awhile left waiting. 

Time goes by and the princess, she contrives —

Better plans to be herself, to fulfill dreams

Caring not if Prince Charming’s attractive, 

She drugs the dragon, starts ever-after. 

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In boy’s clothes, leaves for her ever-after, 

Princess shunning a dusty castle mind —

Focused on the path past the moat, awaits, 

Challenges, aspirations, contriving —

And listing, all she desires to do, dreams —

A life that is hers, no dull prince, unattractive

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She swims easily through water not attracting

Guard who had watched her forever-after.

She climbs past the moat, into sunshine, mind —

Reeling at the brightness of dawn; she’s waiting

To slip into the forest contriving

Survival though sheltered, planning her dreams. 

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Who should come to ruin her heartfelt, desired dreams? 

But a mean grumpy prince so unattractive —

Manners, pretty, not her ever-after —

She kicks fragile parts; she has a sharp mind —

Laughing, runs to whatever in life awaits, 

Inexperienced but smart, she contrives —

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Her new life, with hidden coins she contrives

To buy a home, train for job of dreams.

Country home and teaching school, sounds attractive

Her imagination’s wild ever-after, 

It’s the person she is, needs no prince, minds —

Respecting him — an awful fate waiting, 

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Though the dumb prince chases her, she’s waiting —

When he’s down she escapes and contrives

New methods for hopeful life, while dreaming —

Plans to go where she’ll not attention attract. 

Off to the Americas ever-after. 

Away from being controlled, at peace in mind

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 10/ Sunday Writing Prompt: Free Verse – “Equisite Possibilities” #amwriting #poetry 


OctPoWriMo Day 10 has a theme Prompt about control and power in a positive sense, more like empowerment. I’m combining this prompt with the Sunday Writing Prompt of September 24, 2017 by Scribblersdip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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It’s wonderment, 

This feeling, racing through, 

My veins, 

Blood pulsing back to limbs;

An exquisite kind of power, 

Empowerment

With pain. 

I’m all the better —

For it; 

Fighting, struggling,

Achieving aspirations

We soon recognize, 

Key differences, 

Between fantasy,

And reality. 

Which dreams are reasonable, 

Or will never be;

We can find strength, 

When failing;

Learning always occurs. 

What hurts the most,

Makes us humble, 

And those who stumble, 

In clouds need —

Realize their talents.

For we can succeed,

Beyond the pain,

Discovering our capabilities

A feeling that’s exquisite

Addictive endorphins; 

In knowing your rare talents. 

To change your life, 

In a moment’s 

glimmer; 

Tracing the lines, 

Destiny’s gifted. 
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Writing Prompt: Poem – Quadrille – “Sounds of Sleep” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for Writing Prompt #218 on night sounds. 

Also, I’m combining the prompt with #dVerse WhimsyGhizmo Poet’s Pub Quadrille Prompt on freefalling. 

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Plush, toasty, 

Huddled mass, 

Bedsheets cotton crumpled, 

Furnace’s ember glows. 

Sky clouds, 

Dreamy veil. 

Screeching cars,
Transposed. 

Train whistles,

Downy soft knit throws,

Tangled knots. 

Nightmares, quandaries, 

Thunder roars,

Rain lashes out, 

Dishes clinked,

Crickets laughing. 

Duck tapped silence, 

Drifting — no wings, 

Lethargic before, 

Free-falling awake. 

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Notable Quotes Part One September 2017 #pinterest #quotes 


Happy mid- September! I hope life is treating everyone well. I have always loved the fall although I also always miss the summer,the festivals, outdoor markets, the sun high in the sky at 11:00 p.m. I miss sipping sangria, cosmopolitans, bellinies, and Caesars on the patio at various bars and restaraunts. My favorite thing where I live is when bars and restaurants make their patio larger in the summer months. It’s a temporary thing but it’s fun.   

Autumn has its own remarkable beauty and hopefully nice weather until at least mid- November. But we’re not always that lucky here. Anyways, today’s quotes are Harry Potter themed, them returning to school in Fall as most kids and University students do.  J.K. Rowling was/is a wise lady. 

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