50 Word Thursday #80

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

Justification

“Darlin…”, the devil said, with a drawl so pronounced, you could smell mama’s chicken and okra on the stove, “…if we are not permitted on occasion, to bathe in the pools of self pity, lathering ourselves with the soothing essence of misery, while washing our hair in the effervescent pearls of despair, then what pray

Place Your Bets

Only an observation, likely something suggested in folly. We can keep on wishing darlin’. Or we can embrace opportunity. Rolling with the punches as they say, has come so natural. If indeed that, something better, presents itself, manifesting our truest desire, perhaps we will see it more easily if we engage in the mundane earnestly.

50 Word Thursday #13

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #13 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic (featured image) or the following phrase or both. “Holly found it quite impossible to suppress his permanent smirk. ” I changed it up this week, using only the pic. Thanks

Longing in Reality

He catches a glimpse of it often. Though it never manifests straight on. Only revealing itself, in his peripheral. The sight is enough to chill his soul. He accepts that it serves to torment him. To render his punishment for the failings inherent with mortality. Disturbing his slumber, bringing terror to the cold darkness of

Laugh

Does she still laugh at silly things. I haven’t heard it for so long. There was a time back before our lives took separate paths, when we would finish one another’s sentences. Her laugh would hold me spellbound, it was like an addiction I craved. That kind of connection in my experience is rare. I

5 Words Prompt 7/25/2018

This is my attempt at the 5 Words Prompt The words are: Connote, Pilot, Mirror, Echo, Reduce Thank you Tyler Deal     The mirror reflects the loss As an echo, fades from the canyon Reduced in stature and stead Like a pilot without wings Crying eyes, connote the depth of pain