Inquiry

Inspector Rose examines the blood painted wall in the old Patterson place. Feeling the footsteps and cold dead stare behind him, he simply asks “Who killed you Victor?”.

My attempt at 50 Word Thursday #80

The rules and references are laid out in detail in the previous post. Thanks Deb Whittam. Behold, the escape nearcalling out ferventlyGo now, embrace the freedomleaving behind doubt Feet set upon the questwhich leads to fulfillmentSweeter wine flows, knowinga fresh palate, renewed zest Without familiar shackles, alasa fugitive runs in fearLife ever fleeting, fadinga fugitive

50 Word Thursday #80

They Discover Love Together

they discover love togetherin the wellspring of youthful hopenever straying from their devotionpassion being its own reward the storms of life, raging onwardthey discover love togethergiving support to each othernot succumbing to the struggle watching their garden grow strongerthe lesson they taught taking shapethey discover love togetherthe tilling and tending in bloom dusk approaches, sun

American Cinquain 11/9/2019

All in No more waiting It is now or never The heart is looking for a pair I call Healing What a feeling Almost, like I’m stealing Someone else’s joy and meaning Renewed The owl Wise, observing Looking before leaping The prey, laughing before it’s caught Feasting Grinning Knowing after All of the options, now

Spirited Visions

Fall 1978, Near an Appalachian mining town Driving up a narrow and curvy country road she is apprehensive. Her fiance had proposed only a month ago, in a few more months they’ll be wed. She has the same questions that most young women have before making the big plunge. Maybe a few doubts. The fact

50 Word Thursday #24

It has been awhile since I have had time to participate.  I have missed it.  The rules for 50 Word Thursday are simple.  You can base your story or poem, or whatever you choose to write, on either the pic above or the following phrase or both:  the fishing boats had returned from their morning runs;

Self Crafted Hell

The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image.  An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,

Lace and Honey

Their eyes met in the realm of possibility. That scape where interests often collide. Sharing a curiosity, engaging in a little myth making. Together they forge nothing into machinations constructed to delight the imagination. Her beauty is evident, he also caught a glimpse of her strength. Her words soft and sweet, to him like lace

I Lost

The way your eyes danced when I made you laugh. The shyness, you still had, when I kissed you deeply. The fact your face was the first thought my mind found, when a familiar song started. Honestly, that still happens. When you whispered those words, that you later admitted couldn’t be true. Those words, that…