You Can
“I can’t, I can’t” chanting in her head
made her trip and fall,
stop, and stall.
All it needed were baby steps
but the thought of moving forward
scared her so badly
she could only tip and fall,
stop, and stall.
Mountains could be reduced to mole hills
one step at a time,
if she would just stop
tripping and falling
stopping and stalling.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 Lyics
I could swear this is what they sang, but I guess not.
1.
ET by Katy Perry
I could swear: “Treacherous-trial”
What they say: “Extra terrestrial”
Suzie’s House 273 : Meanwhile Lisa Was….
Bundled up in scarf and gloves with her coat buttoned all the way to the top, Lisa couldn’t get warm. She walked fast as much to keep up with Ben as to stay warm.
“How much further?”
“Not far,” Ben said, but he’d been saying that since Tenney Park. “Maybe a couple blocks. Seems shorter in the Summer.”
The Serialists of Aug 15
Sheilagh Lee just finished her Child of the Cuckoo’s Nest. I’m sorry to see it end, and hope she starts up the next serial soon. Thanks for the free read, Sheilagh.
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Camp NaNo
I’m
Writing
right now.
Summer
version
of
National Novel Writing Month.
they say 50,000. Shooting for 75,000.
Doing well so far.
Been 10
days.
21 to go.
And I’m on schedule.
Random Thought
Jack: Why’d you stop so fast?
Jill: My train of thought wrecked.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Pantings
For more posts with planes & trains go to Keyhole Pictures
Hearts Trump Shadows
Bring your heart to the table.
The world has become dark and mean because so many
chose to leave theirs on the nightstand.
Don’t put it on your sleeve. No one wants to see it there.
Just bring it to your face when you’re out and about,
and have it handy when we meet.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Suzie’s House 272 : Before They Hatch
“O.M.G. What is this?” Katy stared at the line in open disbelief.
Kate bit her lower lip, and tried not to feel uneasy. Could she really do this? Would she really get a chance to audition for Tracy and Gene’s band? So many people had shown up.
Probably they were all drawn by the same things she was; the chance to be in the limelight, the chance to talk to people like Tracy and Gene who were both so cool, the chance to prove you were more than a stupid little gossip sitting in the back row of the classroom.
She wanted to hurry up and do this before her courage crumbled.
The Serialists of August 08
I’ve been working my way through Alice Rozen’s serial The Looking Glass a little ahead of schedule. The writing is smooth and entertaining. I highly recommend it.
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Hair Color
Now she’s done it. The Girl turned her hair green. Green, I tell you! And not just a little. I know it looks blue in the picture, but that’s because I took it before the last hair washing. It’s supposed to be “semi-permanent” according to the bottle. We’re guessing it’ll look one kind of strange or another until school starts. And maybe beyond.
I like to think I’m the kind of mother who doesn’t get stressed out over little things. But I also like to think I’m not too lenient. So what’s the big deal about a little hair color?
It’s created a morbid fascination for me. I find myself staring at her. I suspect the expression on my face might be horrified, as she keeps shrugging and saying “What?! What?!” I catch myself reaching out to touch it and muttering “seaweed” under my breath.
So far as she’s concerned, the bad part is that she was shooting for sky blue.
Into the Breach Once More
I don’t always want for you to jump into the breach
just because I pointed it out.
Sometimes, I want to think out loud.
Maybe, together, we can find a bridge
or some other way around.
But always, you must take action.
My love, please reconsider.
Before you risk your life for me, lets talk.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
