Revelations – Friday Fictioneers

October 16, 2013freyathewriter 25 Comments

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!

Copyrigth - Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

– Revelations –

The water has receded without warning. The word ‘magic’ is whispered behind hands of the believers.

For me, such flights of fancy these days are for fools. I believe that the seas have turned to inflict their damage on a far-flung country. I shudder for the people in the tidal path.

We have made up stories for the very little ones of the delightful things to be found under the brackish waves – it extends their childish wonder for a while.

Nobody has thought that mundane items such as supermarket trolleys would be the order of the day.

Still, the kids seem delighted at the chance to play dodgems.

Let them enjoy it, while it lasts.

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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Anacronym – VisDare 37

September 17, 2013freyathewriter 2 Comments

I’m late to the party this week, but here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Trajectory’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows. Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Anacronym –

“What do you call it again?”

“It’s the Trajectory Impulse Management Engine.”

“T.I.M.E. – this is time, right?”

“That’s what the uninitiated call it.”

“But you said ‘the T.I.M.E.’ – surely it should be a T.I.M.E.?”

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Well, there are others out there, I’ve seen them! Oh for goodness sake, it’s a damned clock! And look, I’m wearing a watch on my wrist – a tiny, little, clock. Look!”

“Now, now, sir, there’s no need to be so rude. Please, remove your wrist and that, er, thing from my face.”

“But, but -!”

“The T.I.M.E. turns back, er, time.”

“Oh. Right. Really. OK, so if that’s what it does – and I seriously doubt it – what are the stairs for, then? I presume so the T.I.M.E. L.O.R.D. can oversee the process?”

“T.I.M.E. L.O.R.D., sir?”

“Trajectory Impulse Management Engine, Lead Overseer and Ruler of Dimensions?”

“Now, sir, you’re just being ridiculous.”

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Exoskeleton – Līgo Haibun Challenge

September 8, 2013freyathewriter 10 Comments

I have really enjoyed the past two weeks of writing a haibun – a piece of prose followed by a haiku poem. The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Penny, Ye Pirate and Nightlake – why not take a trip to their blogs to find out more and check the InLinkz linky to read other offerings?

This week’s two alternative prompts are the quotes below:

“Not only the thirsty seek the water,

the water as well seeks the thirsty.”

Rumi

“If your heart is a volcano,

how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”

Khalil Gilbran

I have chosen Khalil Gilbran as my inspiration this week. Let me know what you think!

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– Exoskeleton –

My heart is a desert. I have dragged and hauled my body through the past days and months, every cell and sinew focused on survival, on existence, on staying alive.

My first thoughts on waking turn to food; where to find it, is it safe, how will I cook it, will it keep the hunger pangs at bay?

Next; staying away from dark alleys, empty buildings, yawning mouths of doorways, shattered windows. Shadows threaten. Instincts rule where logic has abandoned us.

Finally; a roof for the night. Crowds hide the worst of all predators, sheltering under tents of sweat-stained blankets tide-marked with mud. I have learned to be solitary. I need nothing except my wits.

Muscles atrophy through lack of use. Our jaws have slackened as chatter recedes. Talking is superfluous. Walking is necessary.

My heart is deserted, shrunken by turbulence, assailed by violence, scarred with misuse. Have I lost you?

carapace keeps safe

but hides my starving heart from

love, for which it yearns