Restoration Project – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Restoration Project
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 52 words.

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Birdie hadn’t visited the homestead in years. Her memory held visions of lush fields and untamed forests teaming with life. The intervening years were unkind, as others used the site for a dumping ground.

She deemed the land’s destruction an anathema, vowing she would not rest until she saw nature’s splendor restored.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Back In Time – 3 Line Tales

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Stijn te Strake via Unsplash

They said it couldn’t be done, an impossibility as time advances, forever moving forward.

The order nodded, content to allow the masses to wallow in their comfort, in their ignorance.

Those Enlighted stood, mesmerized as time’s mirror image fooled them all.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Call – 100 Word Wednesday

Title: The Call
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 114
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

The garage was where everyone found Dad. On frigid winter days, he lit the propane heater and cranked the radio. Elbow-deep in the chassis, oil, and grease covered, he was happier than a pig in—well, you know.

He purchased the dilapidated hunk of junk online, driving three hundred miles to trailer it home. Oddly shaped and sized packages appeared, and Dad’s face beamed. He wore his Christmas day smile as they disappeared into his lair.

One bright spring day, the garage stood empty. Now nobody knows where to find him as he speeds, top down, along the open road.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Logic Bomb – Thursday Threads

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Tonk and I skidded to a stop, taking cover behind an overturned truck. Blaster fire flew above our heads as the drones advanced.

“Christ,” Tonk’s chest heaved as he sucked air into his lungs, and he reloaded. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, and a worried frown spread across his face.

“Jeb?” he said my name slowly. It was a warning.

“They have a weakness, you know,” I said.

“That right? Well, I sure don’t see it. All I see is unstoppable blaster fire. Take out one drone and another appears.”

“You haven’t noticed? They do everything together.”

Tonk’s expression told me a lot.

“Control says turn left, they turn left. Control says neutralize target—“

“Yeah, I get it. They’re doing a damn good job of neutralizing us.”

“That’s just it. One target. They can’t process multiple targets.”

Tonk stared at me.

“Look at them.” I pointed through the busted window. Tonk watched the advancing drones.

“They’re only shooting. They’re not aiming at anything.”

“So?” Tonk shook his head, “How’s that help us?”

“Remember the drone I took apart?”

Tonk nodded.

“There’s a piece of code.” I stopped, realizing Tonk wouldn’t understand what I needed to do.

“If I can get to their programming, I can write a routine and force them to fire on their own command.”

“So, you need me to nab another drone for you?”

“Yep.”

“Next time just ask. Back in a second.”

Tonk smiled and disappeared around the side of the truck.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Battle Preparations – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Battle Preparations
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

Rare and full view of ancient ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru from high above. Cloudless.

Tupoc stopped his family at the top of Huayna Picchu overlooking their destination. They would spend the night and visit the Temple of the Moon before descending to the sacred city.

The midwife had read the signs, consulted the stars and made her proclamation. A great invasion was coming. Tupoc’s wife, Chima, carried their salvation, and their enemy’s destruction. Chima’s battle to deliver the baby would herald the return of their empire.

Chima’s baby must be born on the old mountain, the proper prayers and rituals performed, and the grace of the gods bestowed. Their fate rested with the stars.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Preserving A Legacy – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Preserving A Legacy
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

Marta waited. She adjusted her hat, petted the hairnet covering her braided hair, while white nursing shoes and long white lab coat completed her ensemble. It made her feel sterile, one person in a large room of whirling machines.

The textile factory, built two hundred years ago, had employed generations of her family. Marta treasured the photos of her ancestors working here. New computerized looms automated many functions, but they still required human hands. Her hands were integral to the entire operation.

An alarm sounded, and Marta remedied the issue aware that her knowledge and skill preserved a great legacy.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Scavenger Hunt – #MenageMonday!

Title: Scavenger Hunt
Source:  #MenageMonday! Challenge Week 2×26
Word count: 250 words

malaysia rain on window overlooking the city

Source: Malleni-Stock

I arrived late to the party.

“Jon. You’re here. Let’s pair you with Abby,” Miriam pulled me toward the rain-drenched window and a quiet brunette in a grey trench coat. Miriam introduced us, shoved a paper in my hands and left.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Scavenger hunt,” Abby said indicating her crumpled page.

Rex completed our group, and we began.

“A circus elephant?” Abby read as we reached street level.

“Dude, I’ve got this. Follow me,” Rex smiled and headed south. Abby shrugged, and we followed.

Rain pelted us as we shot photos of the items on the list.  After one photo, Abby pulled me aside and pointed to her list. Where the raindrops wet the page, words appeared.

“Look in the windowbox,” it said.

Abby nodded at the planter affixed to the front of the shop. Searching among the flowers she retrieved a gun. I stared in disbelief as she let her coat sleeve drop, concealing everything except the gun’s silencer.

“Rex. This way,” she said as she stepped into the dark alley.

Rex followed while I hesitated. Halfway along the ally, Abby turned, aimed, and shot Rex in the head.

“Holy shit,” I screamed. “What the hell?”

“Read the next item,” Abby said as if Rex’s corpse had disappeared.

“Kill the King? But that’s a song. Right?”

“And the next one.”

My hands shook as I scanned the list, watching the words appear.

“Meet your new partner,” I read, then looked back at Abby. She smiled.

“Howdy, partner.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Pulled From the Brink – Thursday photo prompt

Title: Pulled From the Brink
Source:  Thursday photo prompt: Rift #writephoto
Word count: 678 words

the image shows a clearing in an autumnal wood, where what appears to be a large crack runs the rock floor.

“Is this where it happened?” I asked.

Greggory nodded, as he scanned the clearing. I sensed his nervousness, and his desire to be anywhere except standing on this fractured rock and holding a lance with a flag tied its handle. I couldn’t blame him, poor thing. Greggory may not have been bright, but he had certain desirable qualities and I understood why Lindor kept him around.

“Greggory?” I caught his attention, compelling him to look at me before I continued. “Where was your master standing?”

Hunching his shoulders, Greggory shivered and jabbed his finger towards the opposite end of the fissure.  I moved to where an area looked as if someone had scrubbed it clean and stepped into the middle of the spot.

“Here?”

“Please, have a care. Don’t stand there,” Greggory said as tears welled.

“We’re almost done, Greggory. One more thing and you can leave,” I smiled as I tried to calm him and myself. “Are you ready?”

He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes.

“Then you promise? I can go?”

“I give you my word.”

Greggory gulped, blinked several times then stood tall and said, “Ready.”

“Can you plant the lance where Ju-long stood when your master disappeared?” I asked and watched as terror threatened to consume him again. “Greggory, I need to know, if we have any chance of locating him.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“You trust me. Right? And I promised I wouldn’t let anything harm you. And nothing will. I ask because it’s important.”

He stood silent and unmoving. I wondered if coming here was a mistake if we had lost Lindor. I tried to stay calm, willing Greggory to cooperate. When I had almost lost hope, he turned and walked to the clearing’s edge. When he stopped, he glanced, adjusted his position then planted his flag in the ground. I waved, and he ran.

Birds chirped in the trees and a gentle gust tugged at Greggory’s colorful banner. The sense of serenity masked the vibrations emanating from the spot where I stood. It was my turn to be apprehensive as I prepared for the or task ahead.

I pulled the ancient words from the depths of my memory. As I spoke the breeze intensified, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed across the sky. I reached forward gathering Ju-long’s residual magic as Greggory’s spear trembled then bent towards my hand. The rock rattled, the rift oozed smoke, and I thought the entire world might crack in two. Still, I chanted and hoped.

Lindor’s voice whispered in my ears and I strained to decipher his words.

With each repetition of the incantation, Lindor’s chant grew stronger, louder. He spoke with me, our voices united. I felt his magic growing, fusing with mine. The strength he wielded was intoxicating, and I grasped it, clinging to it with one wish. I wanted his power. An explosion ripped through my head, a concussion slammed into my chest, throwing me into the air and my perception of reality ended.

When I awoke, Lindor’s face filled my vision. He smiled.

“There you are my greedy little savior,” he chuckled as he tussled my hair. “No time to lie about. Get up, get up,” he commanded and clapped his hands.

“What?” I asked, as Lindor stood and rubbed his palms on his sooty robe. I looked around the clearing where everything appeared the same as when Greggory and I first arrived. Everything except the rock where the great fissure had vanished.

“Come now, we can’t say here. It’s not safe you know,” Lindor picked up his staff and walked towards the trees. “And what have you done with Greggory?” he called.

I smiled and followed.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Our Chosen Road – 3 Line Tales

From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.

photo by Danny G 

We bucked tradition, ignored the gossip, the ridicule and censure.

We predicted difficulties on our chosen road, anticipated storms, expected ostracization, and lonely times without friends.

Boldly we moved forward, confident in our mutual trust, believing in the constant love that shaped our world.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Legend Keeper – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Legend Keeper
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that features a bucket of water.
Word count:  99 words

Photo by Fikri Rasyid on Unsplash

No one remembered the well digging ceremony, the water pump’s installation, or the water bucket’s significance. During the troubles, it was the only county pump to provide clear, pure water.

This was my family’s land. My land and my responsibility. The caretakers ensured we wasted not a drop of precious life-giving fluid. The task grew more difficult with each passing year. Many had forsaken the old ways, and the relic’s existence faded, erased from common memory.

As the keeper, I held the stories, legends, and rituals. With the full moon, the remaining guardians gathered and spoke with the sprites.

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Jo Hawk The Writer