In Response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Mudlark and the limit, just 52 words.
Of course he would appear just now on his gilded steed, she immersed in river mud up to her waist, her long hair caked with muck.
“Do you need a hand?” he asked.
“Yes please,” she said with a smile, reaching for his hand. She had found what she was looking for.
Response to Keith Ramblings – A Quick Half-Dozen … for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is LOST.
I just had them only a second ago when I was searching for my smart-phone, which I had of course, misplaced not lost, a few minutes before that so, it stood to reason that they would be near to or at least, in the same vicinity of my smart-phone.
Not only have I misplaced, not lost, my smart-phone that is not very smart at all since it can not tell me where it is and I refuse to get one of those locator clapper things advertised for old people on television because I’m not old, even though I can not find my new spectacles which I need to find said smart-phone, so I surmise they have apparently run off together to some unknown and as yet undiscovered recess within my home.
Upon this arduous quest to find my spectacles and my smart-phone, I was thrilled to find the book I was reading, and misplaced last week, tucked beneath the legs of my nightstand where either I had accidentally knocked it off or my huge lapdog may have pulled it from my sleeping hands, after I fell into slumber reading the riveting words of Memory, Never Lose Anything Again.
Skipping to the last page of Memory, Never Lose Anything Again, not because the book is terminally bromidic but, in the interest of time and space I was looking for suggestions as to how I can locate these things I have misplaced, not lost, perhaps the tome is not working for me not because it’s bromidic but, it just may be the last line on the last page of the book that I take issue with, Remember where you had the lost item the last time you used it and you will find it.
I placed the noxious book back beneath my nightstand where I hoped to lose it again for good, reminding myself to forget this was the last place I had ever seen it and continued on my now frantic endeavor to locate my spectacles in order to see, which would finally enable the big reveal of the last place I had used them, because if I knew where I had used them last, they wouldn’t be lost at all.
So it was that only one room was left to submit to this awful scourge I have put my home through this night and one for which I’d pay dearly for straightening up later, but as this was the last place to look, look I did in each corner and crevice and even within the confines of my over-large bathtub until exasperated with myself, I put my hands on my hips and turned to find my reflection looking back at me perplexed, my spectacles sitting quite securely atop my head and wonder of wonders, my smart-phone in my hand – which I had been using as a flashlight the entire time.
Response to Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge to photo prompt Genre: Realistic Faction
Lampposts stood dead in the night unlit yet there was light. Someone had cleaned up all the trash from the street and and alleyways and, yes – where was old Flynn’s rusted out ‘57 Cadillac? The one old Flynn still got into first thing in the morning and crawled out of every night after a day working on his alcohol intake.
It was eerie, the streets being so empty, the city so quiet. He’d never seen or heard of such a thing happening in all of his short, but hard-lived twelve years.
His t-shirt stuck to his chest. Blood?
2nd Response to Barthlomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt: GRATITUDE
It is with gratitude this day
that I write this to say
to express to all those
mentioned here in this prose
Without them you see
I would have ceased to be
My life they have saved
in their own sacred way
The first to my daughter
whose love did not falter
when doctors in white
predicted the end of my life
A lady swathed in riches all purple
was next to produce a loving miracle
Dance she did a pure happy spirit
called me back wanting to be near it
Of all the legged beasts in this land
there’s no other like my Tala so grand
Where I go she will always follow
where she goes I strive not to dawdle
Within the dark fog of sudden illness
a battle fought within comas stillness
A figure emerged my soul he claimed
renewed my heart set my body aflame
To these loved ones and many more
no way to keep count no way to score
My love, my thanks to you I do give
Gratitude you allowed me to live
A response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt – GRATITUDE
It’s not only this time of the year that I’m wishing you near Wanting things to be as they used to be between you and me. Mother, Father, sisters all
It’s not only this day filled with turkey delight, cornbread stuffing sweet pies baked in the night when I find how thankful I am you were in my life
Memories slip in tinged with the vintage of time masking the trials of teenagers coming of age in a world filled with war, heartache and rage A world your children never knew
How hard it had been as each of your kin passed into the night relinquished the fight to diseases unknown while raising a house full of girls with their silver combs
Unaware thanks to you that our world was a zoo Filled with dangers and frights we as kids had no clue as we were ever protected by you
Cuba’s missiles we found could’ve leveled our ground Yet we continued to play in our yard in the sun no cares but our own thanks to you
A blissful time a child without worry a child without crime I am thankful for each day since you’ve both gone away to rest in the peaceful arms of time you still live in my heart
Happy Thanksgiving it is and with great thanks that I give to two parents now gone that allowed a kid to be a kid – Thank you with love ‘til we meet again
Confucius say only the confused aren’t!
By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #236 BLUE 38 Word Challenge
Colors all around
swirl without a sound
Upon the deep blue sea
azure water calls to me
Enter here and wish no more
magic found upon my shores
Leave your woeful cares behind
Sirens call made you mine
by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
The couch is your home
and there you both sit
or lay close together
here in our small home
Once dinner is done
a big stretch
and some yawns – it’s back
to your cushiony throne
A noise from outside
gets you up with a start
off to the door you run
hoping for romp and for fun
It’s that nice delivery man
with a nod and a smile
he’s delivering the box full of food
toys and new chewy socks
So true what I’m saying today
these two beasts once playing
are now curled up here at my feet the two loves
of my life make my life pure delight
Two days late!
Silver moonlight penetrated thick branches throwing into relief the silhouette of sleeping angels.
Photograph by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Friday Fictioneers 11 – 19 – 2021 photo prompt micro-story 100 words or less
The axe came first, it was our only warning. Split logs, whole logs, branches too rose, rolled and shot through the air, impaling anything or anyone in their way.
Quiet for a moment, we huddled terror stricken in the cabin. A jarring sound and the chainsaw lifted, it’s blade sharp and spinning madly. It hovered over the roof of the little cabin before it too, devoured the old timber’s of the roof full force.
There was a shudder, a thud. Then another thud. Then such a cacophony of thuds, we covered our ears against it.
The trees had had enough!
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