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Friday Fictioneers 9/7 – via Madison Woods

-Freedom is Not Free-

Just a few miles from the Canadian border, the stone house was their last stop on the road to freedom.  A family of six huddled in the candlelight eating hot broth and freshly baked bread, exhausted from the day’s journey.  Escape from slavery had once seemed impossible but with the help of many brave, caring people they were only a day away from the freedom they dreamed of. Leaving a life of servitude behind, they knew that no matter what happened their future would be better.  They lay down on the cold dirt floor and slept in peace.

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This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is most welcome.

Photo by Piya Singh (Bittercharm)

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’ssite to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 8/31 – via Madison Woods

Turbulence

When the “FASTEN SEAT BELT” sign lit up Gramps helped him tighten the buckle.

“Are we almost there Gramps”?

“Yes, we’ll be landing soon.  Sit here and keep your seat belt on. I’m going to use the bathroom.”

As soon as Gramps disappeared from sight the plane flew into a wall of clouds.  The plane shook and rocked violently. Suddenly it dropped like it was falling out of the sky.

He was terrified but when Gramps returned he laughed at the bewildered look on his face.

“Are you OK Gramps?”

“Tommy don’t ever try to pee in turbulence!”

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(word count 100)

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is most welcome.

Photo by Stacy Plowright – “Clouds in Toronto”

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’ssite to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 7/20 – via Madison Woods

She was a woman torn between love and logic. In the aftermath of breaking her engagement, doubts and regrets plagued her. What seemed to be such a well-thought out decision at the time had become a torturous emotional crisis.  She missed him more than she ever imagined she would.

She felt like the woman in Robert Frost’s poem Wild Grapes. Intellectualizing a future without him was easy, but she wasn’t sure if she was emotionally prepared to leave him behind.  If she had known how much pain leaving him would cause she would have been wiser and followed her heart.

(word count 101)

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is welcome.

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Wild Grapes by Robert Frost

“I had not learned to let go with the hands,

As still I have not learned to with the heart,

And have no wish to with the heart-nor need,

That I can see. The mind-is not the heart.

I may yet live, as I know others live,

To wish in vain to let go with the mind-

Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me

That I need learn to let go with the heart.”



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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 7/13 – via Madison Woods

The Vulture Ruler

Guardian of knowledge

Fitful masked imposter

Master of generous insistence

Initiator of a frustrated mind

Urgently and beyond reason

Manifest the poison of doubt

Fill the inner monster’s cup

Prey on stumbling indecision

Trust the villain’s beastly vision

Praise the tortured serpent’s plight

Feed an aimless panicked ego

Claim the skeptic’s empty shadow

Haunt a withered broken heart

Blur all truth as heresy

Until belief cannot be seen

Buzzards nested on barren limbs

Swoop to feast on cold remains

Fallen soldiers bloody, maimed

Hunger for truth to explain

The final crush of a devil’s reign

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This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome. I’m still working on it so share your ideas if you like.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 7/6 – via Madison Woods

“Outside Pecos” Photo by Amanda Gray

He had walked for miles since dawn to clear his mind, or perhaps not to clear it as much as to focus on his latest blunder and what had to be done to correct the situation he was in with his best friends’ wife.

Rosa, a devoted wife with tempting lips and rhythmic hips, suffered years of brutal beatings until one night when she came to him seeking comfort.

As he neared Rosa’s house with handgun loaded, safety released, he was certain of his profound love for his Latin Rose and knew he could and would kill the bastard for her.

(word count 101)

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Friday Fictioneers 6/29 – via Madison Woods

Liz patiently watered the raspberry bushes that she lovingly nurtured each summer.  They had grown to five feet tall and were bearing fruit that had to be picked daily.

Raspberry season was one of Liz’s favorite times as a child.  Her grandfather’s trellised vines were twice her height.  Each morning she and her grandmother filled a bucket with ripe berries. It was her job to pick from the bottom.

After blessing the harvest they would eat a bowl of raspberries covered in thick cream.  Today Liz wanted to prepare her grandmother’s favorite dessert for her granddaughter, raspberries and pound cake.

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Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

Friday Fictioneers 6/15 – via Madison Woods

Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge.  Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture.  Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

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The two women walked along the trail to the lake in silence. They were both dwelling on the strange turn of events last night.  Neither had ever spent a weekend away without their husband, but they knew they’d be safe at the cabin by themselves.  This weekend was planned as an innocuous escape from the burnout they were feeling.  Surrounded by the serene beauty of nature they sought freedom from a chaotic life.

“Should we tell them Meg?”

-“No, I don’t think so.”

They giggled and walked hand in hand as lovers do, along their chosen path.

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Friday Fictioneers 6/8 – via Madison Woods

Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge.  Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture.  Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

This is my post for this week…BLIMP. Your feedback and comments are welcome.

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H-“We’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”

W-“Yes, I can see the ocean ahead. I’m so nervous.”

H-“Me too honey. The rescue team should be there by now.”

W-“It’s a clear day. They should have good visibility.”

H-“Oh look! The Coast Guard is using boats and helicopters to search for them.”

The captain announced, “They found the boat. Three crew members are dead on board. The fourth man is alive but seriously injured.”

H-“That’s terrible news but I’m glad they were found.”

W-“How sad! I was hoping they’d be found alive.”

They hugged tightly, grateful they were together in the clouds.

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Friday Fictioneers 6/1 – via Madison Woods

Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge.  Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture.  Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

I’ve been reading entries for a few weeks and am always impressed by the variety of responses. I’m going to give it a try so this is my first entry.  Your comments and critiques are welcome.

He never experienced such overwhelming loneliness until the day he realized she was never coming back.  For years he missed her day and night. The tiny cottage where they lived together hadn’t changed since she left.  Alone and broken, he had become isolated from the world.

As he climbed higher he knew today was different.  In isolation he found freedom, peace and strength. Looking at the skyline of the town she loved so much, he knew it was time to let her go. He opened the urn and watched her ashes dance away in the wind.  Smiling, he waved goodbye.