Month July 2013

Kriah – Trifecta Week 85

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Below is my offering for week 85′s challenge word, which is ‘fly’. As you will see from the relevant blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary.  This week the 3rd definition of ‘fly’ is:

3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly
b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion
c : to seem to pass quickly

Here’s my offering below – I hope you like it! Please check here for the other entries!

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– Kriah –

I will give wings to my rage and let it fly.

I will shout, scream and vent my pain –

in silence.

The sounds in my head will deafen me,

drowning out the joy of you.

 

This is not what you want

for me.

 

Trifecta

Ghost – Trifextra Week 75

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This week, the Trifecta team have taken pity on us, after last week’s prescriptive challenge. This time round, just 33 words, on any theme we like. Ah, freedom (of sorts)!

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

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– Ghost –

This is where my heart splintered.

There – is where healing began.

When I thought I saw you – distance fracturing my certainty –

I understood my wishful thinking.

And the tear rent wide.

Once more.

Unreachable – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

– Unreachable –

I can’t reach you any more. You’re distant, your eyes aren’t with me. You look the same, but you’re no longer you.

I think about when we were small, and the world seemed so big. Even though it was just our back yard, the brambles and creepers were our jungle, our wilderness, our desert, our uncharted territories. We were mercenaries, vagabonds and pirates. We climbed the mainsail to the crow’s nest, shouted out ‘Land Ahoy!’ and hoisted a Jolly Roger high, so achingly, heart-stoppingly high, from the old oak tree above our heads.

I can’t reach you now. You just see a ladder, where I still see adventure. You’ve let the world crush you.

You’re gone.

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