Hosted by CBialczak @ Stein Writing

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

(100 words)
It was there, she could see it. The magic spinning wheel. Only the queen had been allowed to touch it and before that, the queen mother and so on. Since the queens death, no one had dared touch it, not even to put it away for safe-keeping.

The lovely young maid, longed to place her slender hands on the rich, dark mahogany surface, it called to her mournfully. She could hear how badly it wanted to sing. She could make it sing, she knew it.

Gingerly, timidly she sat upon the stool and placed her hand on the wheel.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

I can’t believe it, I found it! I actually found it!

I reread the first line I’d written in my diary. Was that only a few days ago? How long had I been here?

I couldn’t tell. I was deep, very deep underground. My cell was small but not inhumanely so, thank goodness. Especially considering how very small these people are.

My backpack had been searched, my utility knife confiscated as well as my lighter and camp utensils, but they let me keep everything else. Well, almost everything. They got very excited when they found my cell phone, which they also took.

So, I have my diary, my pen and pencil and my clothes. I’m locked in a cell, fed four times a day and let out twice to relieve myself, always under guard. I can see no way to escape, yet.

It wasn’t until a group of young Gnome men started viewing me in my cell at regular intervals, that I realized; I was up for sale.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Not this way
turn yourself around
the way to my heart
is closed permanently now

No more heart aches
no more pain
I don’t want this to ever
happen again

Pay heed to the sign
it’s dangerous up there
much safer to play
down here without care

Let broken hearts suffer
alone no more
keep moving and shuffling
right on out of the door

Leave my sign hanging
untouched and unmarred
lest tomorrow I’m forced
to seal it shut with metal bars

Hosted by photos by jez

All photographs taken and owned by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to
RDP Monday Prompt: Sail
Posted by sgeoil for RagTag Community Daily Prompt

Waiting at the shore
for a ship with no name
to carry me away
from the pain and the games

Where people do not leave
or fill your heart with lies
Where no one ever grieves
and only love abides

Hoist the main sail
stir the night wind
Take me far away
away to live to mend

Waves catch the rudder
take her straight and true
Away from this dry land
to where it’s always blue

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Our rights drifting away
Like so many colorful balloons
Gone

Hosted by Tina @ Lens Artist Challenge #205

All photography by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Flippant as a high school cheerleader blowing off the new girl and not in a good way at all. Flippant as the rain deciding to fall or to stay above, keeping safe and dry. Flippant as the tiny chickadee, flitting around from tree to tree.

Flippant is the rainbow, teasing and taunting us to find rainbows end. Flippant is the parent, never knowing what to do. Flippant are the feelings between me and you.

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

June 27: Story Challenge in 99-words

Hosted by Charli Mills

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about swarms. What could swarm? How does the swarm impact the people or place in your story? Is there something unusual about the swarm? Go where the prompt leads!

It was hot. Bone dry with a southwesterly wind merging rainbow colored grains of sand to form rivers of hot dunes threatening everything in its path.

I lay on the ground out in the 100° sun repairing my camper. My old Class C was fading, but I kept tinkering to keep her going since she was not only my transportation but my permanent home.

A slight o ontttttyyo tickle on my cheek, I brushed it away without looking. More light touching, I brushed at it and felt resistance.

Looking up I see I’m surrounded by a sea of black. Tarantula swarm!