Friday Fictioneers/ Three Things: Fiction – “Even the Small” #amwriting #FridayFictioneers #fiction


Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting the Friday FictioneersFlash Fiction of only 100Words. I’ve combined with the 3ThingsChallenge and the words: mattress, golf ball, and green.


Credit: Ted Strutz

We stroll as winds of cooled-heat kiss our skin. The scorch of daylight has faded and twilight means relief, a chance to escape the apartment. Even with a fan, the heat stifles me above my mattress.

I hurry, trying to match the boys’ strides, as mint chocolate chip dribbles down my chin. In the harbor, fishing boats and small yachts reside. To our right is the country club, and an immaculate golf course with greens.

Come dusk, the club turns into the local bar. Sleek design, can’t hide embellished tales, years of laughter and midnights carousing. At night, the patrons care not for decor or social status, but to forget. At night everyone has a story worth telling — even the small.


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Three Line Tales/ Three Things Challenge: Poem – Lunes – “Color Explosion”#amwriting #3LineTales #poetry #3TC


Thanks to Sonya from Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. I’m combining with 3TC (Three Things Challenge), and the words: fan, cool, and summer.


Credit: Ricardo Viana via Unsplash


A storm of sensation overcomes,

Syrupy colors transfix;

Summer shocks with night’s rages.

*****

Flinging primary and secondary colors;

Paint’s acrylic pleasure,

Artistic soul awakes, heats coolness.

*****

Force of heat fuses inspiration,

Sweat trails,

And rivulets of creativity fan.

*****


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Poem: Septolet – ” Before Despair Takes Root” #amwriting #poetry


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——–

They found, 

Him hanging, 

From the, 

Tree.

Swaying.

Not realizing, 

Signs lingered,

Before death.

—-

Despair, shame, 

Die with, 

Splintered hearts.

We —

Cry,

Can’t perceive

What thoughts,

Tortured him.

—–

He, strangers

Found hanging,

Knotted his,

Rope,

Used,

His hands, 

Carryed out,

Tragic Ends.

—–

We’re not, 

Able to,

Comprehend why,

A —

Man, 

Was desperate,

Enough to,

Silence Life.

—–

We sit,

His friends, 

Family asking:

“How–

Could’ve —

We prevented,

Him? So,

He’d be —

——

Yet living,

Among us, 

Received help,

Needed?”

—-

But,

He believed, 

His pain, 

Was misunderstood.

—–

Demons writhing, 

In mind,

Smiling face,
Masking.

Those,

Who appear,

Most humorous, 

Fracture worst.

—-

Cloaked, in

Darkness each,

Jocular day,

Lived.

Suppressing, 

A secret, 

Pandora’s box, 

Wouldn’t seal.

Demons overwhelm,

 Panadamonium, fire,

Further woe,

And —

We,

Left behind,

Never comprehend, 

Such despair.

But if,

You see,

Someone struggling,

Please —

Become, 

A safety, 

Net, let —

Them heal.

—–

Telling them

“Get it–

Together now.”

Cruelty.

Provide, 

Them unlimited,

time needed, 

Inner repairs.

—-

Bind wounds, 

Let fractures, 

Mend strongly,

Support.

Let, 

No person, 

Become that 

Man, swinging.

—–

Let each, 

Hand you,

Have hold, 

Another’s.

So, 

Those in, 

Despair are, 

Lifted up.

——

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