March

An Imperceptible Loss – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: An Imperceptible Loss
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 145 – Abysmal
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 93 words

woman standing on cliff

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You suspected a thunderbolt, exposing a grand drama. The truth wasn’t glamourous.  Dull, daily life was peppered with subtle thoughts, vague feelings, and easy decisions.  A tiny rival of water snaked across flat ground, growing, gaining strength and power until it became a raging river cutting into the landscape and eroding rock-solid canyon walls.

An unbridgeable distance cleaved what once was inseparable. I outgrew my placid past and soon discovered my desire for freedom. There was nothing left to say. We stood staring across an abysmal chasm that echoed the sound of silence.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Averting Annihilation – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Averting Annihilation
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 148 – Somnambulist
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 78 words

closeup photo of castle with mist

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In the far future, Roya foresaw horrible suffering, chaos, and terror. Her lips moved, but she was unaware if she spoke the words aloud. Her hands stretched before her, grasping thin air, she fought unseen daemons, yet still searching for something beyond her grasp.

Duncan trembled as he studies her eyes, dark with bewilderment and as blank as those of a somnambulist.

Roya gasped. Present again.

“We can prevent it all. But first we must take the castle.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Love’s Enduring Bond – Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Love’s Enduring Bond
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

The garden was the perfect spot for their rendezvous. Quiet, secluded, and bathed in gardenia’s fragrant scent. It was their calling card, a message without words.

Songbirds flocked to the eternal bubbling of the fountain, unconcerned with her presence. She twirled the red blossom between her thumb and forefinger, and closed her eyes, overcome with memories. Heavy footfalls crunched on gravel. Her heart leaped, and her skin tingled. Lips brushed her neck, her pulse quickened, and she reveled in her lover’s ardent embrace.

The air grew cold. The songbirds took flight and scarlet petals floated on the fountain’s still water.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Summons – 100 Word Writing Dare

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Title: The Summons
Source:  100-Word Writing Dare
Prompt: (5 random words): Extra, Waterfall, Heel, Near, Power
Word count:  100 words

person in front of waterfalls during nighttime

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I am not a hero, just a nerdy book worm, who discovers a message hidden in a dusty tome. Once I decipher the phrase “Suspended power,” the code breaks easily.

The prophecy brings me to Skógafoss and the 200-foot tall frozen waterfall on my planet’s darkest night. As I draw near, the humming grows louder.

Flipping on the 100,000 lumens flashlight. I heel the light into the frozen ground, and face the pulsating wall. Five steps and I lay my hands on the ice. I push extra hard. The door opens, and the revolution to save my cherished world begins.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Ode to Clarice – Flash Fiction Challenge

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Title: Ode to Clarice
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story about Clarice.
Word count:  99 words

grayscale photography of woman sitting on chair

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Her obituary shocked me. The journalist revealed a woman I had never known. Who was this glamorous enchantress, this caster of spells and literary legend?

I caught her scribbling in her notebook either early in the morning, or sometimes late at night. She would look at me, smile, unceremoniously fold her pen within the pages, and conceal her secrets. By day she was nothing more than a middle-class wife and mother.

I discovered what she had shared with the world, unbeknownst to me. Ghost-haunted words portrayed silent and silenced women. I wept for Clarice. And I wept for me.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Life Signs – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Life Signs
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 147 – Perplex
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 90 words

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He was an odd sort, friendly, mischievous, intriguing. I assumed he had forgotten me when my phone buzzed. His text served to perplex me further. Hyperlinked numbers connected to a map with a destination in the middle of nowhere. Answers to my questions lay in the palm of my hand.

A desolate road ended at a ghost town. Dilapidated buildings clustered together, lending each other the courage to stand.

Except one. Unbroken glass in freshly painted casings spoke of arrested neglect. I climbed the stairs and knocked on his door.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Creative Marketing – Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Creative Marketing
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Mateo checked at his watch. Running his hand through his thinning hair, he surveyed his produce stall.

Minutes crept by, but still no Luca. Without the delivery, he couldn’t make money. His customers wanted choices, baskets overflowing with the freshest items.

It was time to get creative. Repackaging crates to make them look full, he piled the contents into smaller containers. He squished his offerings together and eliminated empty racks. He worked to finish before the daily rush started. His loyal customers arrived and began bickering and fighting. Faced with scarcity, they bid against one another.

Mateo sighed with relief.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Restoration Project – Weekend Writing Prompt

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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