High Seas Adventure – Flash Fiction Challenge – Rodeo #1

Title: High Seas Adventure
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge 2019 Rodeo
Prompt: Write a modern tall tale.
Word count:  99 words

“The ship’s bow rose as we climbed the Mount Everest size wave. We dangled atop the precipice while all around, rolling water raged.

Gray storm clouds billowed overhead, dousing the deck with bucket loads of rainwater as our vessel groaned. Sensing her fate, she threatened to crack, and we didn’t dare to breathe.

Over the edge, I glimpsed a multitude of creatures staring at me, before we tipped, sliding into the abyss. A deluge rushed into the void and collided with the rushing flood, pelting spray engulfed us.”

“Daddy, it was only a puddle.”

“A puddle to you, maybe.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Enduring Hope – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Enduring Hope
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #133 – Longevity
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 76 words

She arrived in a world consumed by strife, hardships, and conflict. They anointed her in struggles, endless toil, and heartache. Deliverance from the sin that created her would be an early grave.

A faint whisper, her angel of mercy, touched her heart, telling her castles crumble, and stones turn into sands that wash into the sea. Her guardian urged her to seek sunny hours and imagine unimaginable possibilities.

Despair forged a stony resolve, ensuring her longevity.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

A Common Thread – 3 Line Tales

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

three line tales, week 197: vinyl albums in a record shop, bowie, the cure, fleetwood mac, joy division

Photo by Yanko Peyankov via Unsplash

Selling the old vinyl albums, collected from garage sales, thrift shops and trash bins had never been about the money.

At first, it was his love of the music, pure and simple, but as the years passed, he witnessed something spectacular happening.

His customers, boomers and hipsters, artists and corporate executives, made connections, foraged friendships, and found common ground as they flipped through the albums, sharing their memories and their favorite music.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

A Skeptical View – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: A Skeptical View
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story using storm windows.
Word count:  99 words

cloud formation

Photo by Chris Bair on Unsplash

I know it exists to protect me, that invisible, visible layer. Glass over glass, engineered to exacting standards, safeguards designed to stand between me and… I pause. From what does it save me? Certain death? Or the thrill of living on the edge?

Engineers have created car airbags, helmets for a bicycle ride, handrails, guardrails, safety instructions, protective eyewear, ear protection, and countless other safety buffers. I experience my life as a boy in a bubble. Germ-free. Sterile.

I long to defy their rules, stretch past the double pane, storm window, touch the beautiful chaos and dare to live.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

True North – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: True North
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #132 – Draconian
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 103 words

Josiah’s heavy heart pounded, consuming his senses, as they lowered the ornate casket. Heated arguments regarding the family business, scarred their relationship. Now every decision rested on his shoulders.

No one would stop him from testing his postulate that self-restraint and a strong moral compass would produce more profitable results than his father’s strictly enforced, draconian laws.

His instinct told him he was right, but he risked everything. He touched the golden compass in his pocket. It was both a gift and a burden, that whispered years of quiet wisdom. Clutching it in his fist, he would let it guide his way forward.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Promises – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

It had been years. Almost forty to be exact. Daniel left on his eighteenth birthday and swore he would never return. He kept his promise until today.

In the beginning, life was difficult, but he couldn’t afford to fail. He wouldn’t crawl back and admit defeat. He crashed with friends, took odd jobs, worked from dawn until past midnight most days. Through sheer will, his situation improved. He started his own business, found a girl, and started a family. He had made something of himself.

The call came yesterday, and now he stood outside, wondering if it was too late.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Beaver Moon – 3 Line Tales

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

three line tales, week 196: blood moon rising over a dark meadow for Halloween

Photo by Never Krcmarek via Unsplash

November calls and the Beaver Full Moon answers, lighting the frosty air for last-minute preparations, as we stockpile, and store the items which will carry us through the lean times.

Mars races across the sun, while Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn guard the evening constellations and Orion battles with the Taurid meteor shower, who flings its final Halloween fireballs across the sky.

The cosmos is alive, telling us to hurry, don’t waste a moment, our fate lies in our hands.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Last Laugh – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: The Last Laugh
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes Water Walkers.
Word count:  99 words

They laughed and said I was off my rocker.

I smiled, content to bide my time. I would win the bet, earn the last laugh and gain some cold, hard cash. Summer turned to fall, and autumn succumbed to frigid winter. I set the date to prove them wrong.

“It’s the coldest day in a century,” they complained. I remained steadfast.

The polar vortex froze Lake Michigan’s shoreline, her beaches transformed from a liquid to a solid, firm enough to hold my weight. Warm vapor rose from her waves, and for a moment, I dared to walk on water.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Moving Day – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Stacy leaned against the kitchen sink as memories washed over her. This place had been her sanctuary, her safe space, her hideout from the traumatic events which threatened to kill her. The small, cozy apartment granted her precious healing time.  Today, she could remember what happened, without fear, anxiety, or self-deprecating thoughts. It was, what it was.  She survived the ordeal to emerge stronger and more capable than she imagined might be possible.

The movers arrived to pack what remained, the lessons she would take with her. With a final farewell, Stacy stepped forward, prepared to embrace her limitless life.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Homecomings – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Homecomings
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #131 – Liminal
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 57 words

As the golden hour approached, Dillan rushed towards the shore. He breathed easier when he spied the familiar liminal creatures as they slipped between the cosmos, the sea, and the isthmus. Selkies, mermaids, and undine greeted him.

“Hi, Mom,” he called.

Perched on jagged rocks, amid crashing waves, one mermaid turned. Seeing him, she smiled and waved.

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Jo Hawk The Writer