Saturday 30 June 2012

Fiction in a Flash # 95

This photograph was taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
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 Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )

Thursday 28 June 2012

Vanity of vanities...




"...saith the Preacher, all is vanity and vexation of spirit."

Except when they are vanity plates.

Check out these New York State license plates, taken in my daily commutes to and from work.

Hehe!

Borrowed from Facebook...just to have a laugh!  

Saturday 23 June 2012

K's FIAF #94

SYMBOL

He lives for the symbols.  They are the way he reads the world, understands it, interacts with it.  His gaze never leaves the broken bloom at his feet, and even as the emergency worker approaches him, a bitterly resigned smile tilts the corners of his mouth.

Here lie their hearts...beautiful and broken beyond repair.

Love Story

A friend has this in the right rail on his page, and as I watched "Love Story", I remembered it.  In the movie, Jenny dies, and the pain is as bad as the one described at the end of this little reflection.  

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.  It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.  You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you.  They didn't ask for it.  They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.  Love takes hostages.  It gets inside you.  It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.  It hurts. Not just in the imagination.  Not just in the mind.  It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  But, "Don't hate love.”

I'm all shook up!  I know...I'm a sappy sod!  Here's the instrumental version...


And the song (that I can't sing now for crying)...

Fiction in a Flash # 94

These photographs were taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
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CRC #85

Photos of Dragon’s Nest © Jesse

STORM

Roaring high above,
the dragon's breath rings lightning
from the thunderclouds.

CRC #84

FATHER'S DAY

Watching him watch the baby sleep, I wonder what he'll say when I tell him.  We've not really spoken since he came by today, and once he saw the baby, he forgot about why he had come.  He forgot about me.  I hadn't the heart to tell him when he took him away from me, and cooed and cuddled and smiled at him.  Or when he fed and burped and cleaned him. Or when he rocked and sang and put him to bed. How could I?  I had never seen him so...so thrilled, so enamored...so happy.

How can I tell him now?

Sunday 17 June 2012

K's FIAF #93

CINDERELLA, AGAIN

Had it only been a couple of hours ago since I had masqueraded with the best of them?  Since my world had fallen apart before my horrified eyes?  

Now I'm alone, again.    

The waves hiss in sympathy over the sand, I think fancifully.  The mysterious seductress in red is Cinderella...again.  

Same tale, different day...

Saturday 16 June 2012

LOLOLOL!! Have a look and a laugh! http://screen.yahoo.com/goodbye-csi-miami-29616463.html?pb_list=23dce613-c500-43f0-9134-70e58b73187a The wooden Indian is dead! Long live CSI!!

Fiction in a Flash #93

This week, a choice.  Or, if you're feeling especially brave, a combination.  Still only 55 words, of course!  Have fun!
These photographs were taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
*
 Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )

Sunday 10 June 2012

From the Heart...

Just posted some sappy love songs over on Kittigory...and here I am doing it again over here.  Different songs here...





Saturday 9 June 2012

There's a hero...

...in everybody's heart!  Beautiful sentiment, beautifully sung by a beautiful child!

K's FIAF #92

LAUGHTER IN THE RAIN

She ran ahead with the umbrella and his heart soared.  He felt so free, so alive.  She was the beauty in his heart, the reason he laughed, the way he met the world.  She was his soul.  He stood still, drenched, watching her running barefoot, giggling.

Arms wide, face raised heavenward, he shouted his joy...



"Justice is not only the progress of the mind, but also the progress of the heart." ~ Stephen Hawking

Fiction in a Flash #92

This photograph was taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
*
 Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )

Wednesday 6 June 2012

RWC #108


APPEARANCES

"You can't always believe what you think you've seen," he'd said.  She hadn't believed him.  The budding relationship had died, plucked before time from the vine and crushed beneath the trampling feet of outrage.  She had spoken furious words full of jealousy and bitter hurt. 


Now that she knew the truth, all she felt was shame...

Moving Images Challenge #56



STORM

The rose bush, his birthday gift to me three years ago, was decked in glorious red that glimmered in the rain.  I watched the raindrops sparkle on the passion-colored petals; I watched the rain drop ceaselessly from a cool grey sky.  It struck me then how great a contrast there was between the fire blazing in the blooms outside my window and the deluge that could not douse it.


I lay in bed, alone, and let myself recall another kind of fire.  It had burned up more than just the sheets...it had burned us both alive.  And we had kept returning to its crucible, to be tried, and proved, and made pure in its furious heat.  I could not lie still.  I had to record the emotions sweeping through my mind, my heart, my soul.  I had to get the fire out before it consumed me yet again.  Because I knew a single consummation was never to be borne.  I needed to expunge it with pen and ink.

And as I wrote it out, my tears fell, like the rain...


CRC #82

"There were only six words left." ~ Gregory Maguire

The whole point of the experiment had been to see whether or not mankind could still function at the same high levels of evolution with fewer and fewer words.  It had been decided, after the evidence that had accumulated over the centuries, that words were the bane of mankind, and that to rid the world of them would be the best way to preserve peace.  The Fourth World War, which had decimated whole continents, had left the remainder reeling in shock.  It was time to staunch the flow of blood, and that meant stanching the flow of words.  It had begin slowly at first, with adverbs being made illegal, followed more rapidly by adjectives.  Before long all conjunctions other than "and", "or" and "because" were eliminated. 

By the time the Word Exchange Committee had decided to replace words with  symbols and signs, there were only six words left.  Even the favored conjunctions had been banned.  Any word deemed unnecessary for conducting face-to-face business between people had been eliminated from the list.  As you can imagine, those whose trade was words became the new outcasts, the great unwashed in the world, the lowest of the low.  And it was with them that the last six words remained.  They broadcast them clandestinely, were imprisoned for refusing to give up the location of their headquarters, where the typewriters, untraceable by any modern technology, kept all words alive.

The Wordies, as they came to be known, managed to get their six words into every official anti-word meeting, in restrooms, in lunchrooms, on billboards hastily hoisted overnight.  They worked tirelessly "to get the word out" -- their motto and life's work.  What were the six words that they used to keep the word alive, you may wonder.

"THE WORD WILL SET YOU FREE!"

Saturday 2 June 2012

K's FIAF #91

ILLUSION

Keeping the illusion of serene nonchalance was proving more difficult than she had anticipated.  Her heart thundered madly, her pulse raced wildly, her head pounded furiously.  The beach was supposed to be deserted except for her and the camera crew.  Where had they come from?  What did they want?  Why wouldn't they leave her alone?



Fiction in a Flash #91

This photograph was taken from the Internet.

The "rules" are few and very simple:
* Your entry will come due each Saturday, when a new picture will be posted.
* You may only write 55 words.
* Your entry must be fiction.
* You may not alter the picture in any way.
* Post your entry as a blog on your page, and drop off the link in the comments section on this page.
*
 Have fun!  (Yes, it's a rule!  )