From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
photo by Jordan Gellie via Unsplash
Nani and I spent the day baking, creating our baskets of tricks, making sure every detail was perfect.
When the doorbell rang we opened our baskets to reveal our bread snakes to the children.
When they screamed and ran away, we smiled at our clever Trick or Treat surprise.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Honestly, I never feel lonely. I am often alone in a crowded room, but I never consider myself lonely. Me, myself, and I have great conversations.
This quote might better suggest writing allows us to share connections. It connects us to others with similar feelings and experiences. We are not alone. For those lonely hearts try writing, it might work.
What feelings can you write today?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: In Time of Need
Source: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018 WEEK #38
Word count: 175 words
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It was a recurring dream, a nightmare really. She walked through fog barely able to see, her next steps uncertain and precarious. Searching. Pursuing and pursued. The dark specter, a constant force, pushing her forward, denying her rest, threatening to overtake her. And then she screamed.
This time she did not wake. The dream was real. Her heart pounded, echoed in her ears, drowned rational thought. Her stomach tightened, choked her throat, cut off her air supply. She gasped and lurched forward, not ready to die. Salvation lay hidden in the fog.
Running now, adrenaline coursing through her body pushing her past her limits, and beyond the edge. Her next step did not hit the ground, she tumbled, falling, reaching, grasping nothing. A hand caught her, suspended in time, she searched the hooded face and saw only darkness.
“I can grant more than Salvation.”
The words filled her head, and she closed her eyes.
“Where is Salvation in your time of need?”
Despair consumed her.
“You only need to say the word.”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
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Jo Hawk The Writer
A curious thing has happened.
I started with a new purpose in mid-June, with a goal of writing something every day. As with any new habit making it happen was a struggle. Some days life interferes, and I struggle. I fight back carving out time to write, even if I start at 11:00 at night to make it under the wire.
One day the writing happened with ease. The word count I achieved amazed me. I assumed it was a fluke and forgot it. Until a few weeks later. That was novel. Then it happened again. Now I am intrigued.
I now show up to write with a sense of anticipation… Will today be the day when the writing, writes itself?
Have you experienced these moments?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: B&B Breakfast
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Priorhouse
“Bacon, woman! I want bacon.”
“The sign said, ‘Canadian Bacon’, dear.”
He stabbed his fork into the meat disc and lifted it into the air. Grease and meat juices sprayed across the table as he shook the fork at her.
“Does this look like bacon?” His face turned red as he spoke, and the woman shrank in her seat.
“It said…”
“I know ‘Canadian Bacon’. They advertised American Breakfast. I expect American bacon.”
“I’d expect you’d have better luck in America than in Yorkshire, sir,” the waitress said as she plucked the fork from his hand and exited the room.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Everyone reading this blog has a certain command of the English language. If we were face to face, English would take on a new dimension. There would surely be an Irish brogue, a Texas twang, a broad Australian variation, a mile-a-minute New Yawker, a Southern drawl, a proper British articulation and a few dozen more.
I love listening to the way people from India speak English. There is a lovely musical quality with a lift at the end of each sentence. It is as if the world is full of questions for which there are no answers. And that is okay.
Those differences represent the individuals’ roots. Others who speak in the same manner have an instant bond, they are almost family.
Writing is a poor substitute for the richness inherent in speech. Encumbered and restricted we must strive harder to reach in, to speak in his language and touch his heart.
How can you write today to speak to your reader’s heart?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Almost Friends
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 90
Word count: 100 words
Image by Tereza Hošková
I saw the big brute and froze. Too late, big red ears flapped, slapping his jowls as he lumbered toward me, stopping a few feet away.
My heart was a jackhammer trying to crack a concrete chest. He heard it, advanced, then collapsed, his pointy, sniffing nose buried in fallen leaves. Eye to eye we stared. Stalemate.
My nose betrayed me, twitching twice. His eyebrow leaped skyward, his ears followed, he lunged, and a long, pink tongue licked my head leaving a slobbery streak between my ears.
The spell broken, I jackrabbited through the leaves. He barked but didn’t follow.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
I find inspiration in everyday things. A movie I am watching, something someone says, the words I read. Inspiration is everywhere.
So today I have something a little different. Can you find something in your daily life today to inspire you?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
I love writing but the last two weeks were bumpy. A loved one spent fourteen days in the hospital. I was there every day. His discharge happened late Monday night, and he is much improved. However, it was a challenge getting my planned writing done.
Those short stories… out the window. The piece I needed to edit and rewrite… not done. Something had to give. I don’t buckle at the first roadblock, (besides the drugs let him sleep).
In two weeks, I normally publish thirty posts. I missed five. Straight scale grading gives a “B” grade. Tough to swallow, but that wasn’t the lesson.
What lessons have the bumpy road taught you?
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Tap and Stitch
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count: 175 words
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr. Thank you Yarnspinnerr!
“Are they asleep yet?” Tap whispered from the inky shadows of the rain barrel.
“The light is out, but we should wait, make sure they’re fast asleep.”
“Stitch, you’re too cautious. They’ll never hear us.”
“Shh. You mean they’ll never hear me.”
Tap scooped up a pebble and lobbed it in Stitch’s direction. The stone skidded to a stop inches from his feet. Even in the darkness Tap saw the smile spreading across his face. She loved Stitch and his sense of humor. They had been together forever, on a joyous adventure. She smiled, remembering while they waited.
“Tap, come on,” Stitch hissed as he walked through the brick wall. Tap snapped back to reality and followed.
Inside the workshop Tap and Stitch stared at the pile of shoe leather.
“Ooh,” Tap rubbed her hands over the leather before jumping into the center of the pile.
Stitch giggled and landed in the pile next to her.
“Ready to make shoes?” Stitch asked.
Tap rubbed the supple leather against her cheek and nodded.
“Ready,” she said.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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