“Stop joor. I can hear you and I wasn’t sleeping.”
Chuckling “You were not sleeping, just shielding your eyes from the piercing darkness abi?”
“I have had a hectic night shift, I don’t think my brain has the capacity for these your riddles yet.”
“You’re the one with all the riddles oh, lying there screaming at grandma in your sleep. It was really creep.”
“I wasn’t dreaming, just admit you woke me up for a cuddle.” with a grin he stretched to make room on the couch.
With the flick of a switch, she retreated to his heart.
Written for Friday fictioneers are writing group/challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It has been a while I have written a story and I loved writing this one hope you love it too. Please click on this link to read other stories and on this one to join the fun. (Have a go!)
I know what you’re, evil shrink ray that destroyed my cow.
Beautiful Bessie … all because she jumped over your stupid brother moon.
It wasn’t her fault.. it was that flaming old man
the one who played knick-knack up in heaven.
Said he was going to ask God
to grant his grandson sleep
Stupid kid who wouldn’t hush
even after they bought him a goat, a cow.
But I hushed him all right.
Twinkle twinkle little star
I’ll douse your flames one day.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our lovely host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
Mugs; making universal gestures,
Of warmth, comfort, love and solidarity through decades,
Hot or cold, we deliver.
No more sippy cups,or
twisty straws for me, I’m two years old
I need my own mug.
Written in response to TJ Paris haiku challenge – mug.
For the month of April I will be participating in the A- Z blogging challenge 2016.
I have decided to go with a theme during this challenge, which means that for the month of April all my posts will revolve around that theme. This includes my writing prompts and haiku challenges as well.
My theme: Adjectives that describe home (referring to both a building and my birth country).
I will also ensure that my posts stay within a hundred and fifty words (+/- 25 words).
So no long posts in the month of April.
The challenge doesn’t include Sundays, which means I will not be posting anything on Sundays (hopefully).
Aranis landed on the mountain his heart tenebrous as the clouds around him.
There had to be something worth saving. Spinning the dial Aranis steeled himself for the unknown.
This time he landed beside a man observing a lady.
Her silhouette the spitting image of Chloris. Standing in the shadows he watched as she gently creamed her skin, he imagined it felt silky like his daffodils as he watered them each night. She was the perfect guardian for his daffodils. He would bid his time gently.
Aranis smiled, a lover watching over his desired. A glimpse of his soul had Aranis shrinking back in revulsion.
This was no lover.
Hi everyone, I have written this with the hopes of making it better.
So this was an attempt to carry on last weeks story, but the picture also invoked a character whose intro can be found here. I won’t be continuing either stories here, but I hope I have slightly cleared up last weeks confusion. Please let me know your thoughts.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.