All Hallow’s Eve

Lilith felt the blood moon calling her. She stretched, breaking the sixth seal and the chains binding her to the underworld.

The earth quaked and great men trembled in fear as she rose. She flung her head backward, her wild hair flying, it lassoed the blood-red satellite. Thrusting her hands behind her, she captured the orb and secured it on her back.

The prophecies of men held little sway with her, and she delighted in thwarting their oppressive desires. Lilith tugged and pulled the glowing ember from the sky, and smiled, knowing she had won once more.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Lunch Box – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Plastic containers remind me of school. Mom insisted on packing healthy food, and ample quantities. She always included a sandwich of homemade bread and last night’s leftovers. No one else brought salmon filet BLTs, or tomato, eggplant, and mozzarella on focaccia, neatly sliced and arranged next to weird snacks.

I was self-conscious, and embarrassed, as the kids gathered to investigate mom’s latest concoction. Most days they sneered, but sometimes, someone asked for a bite.

Years later, they said I was lucky to have a mom that loved me. Amid protests, I continue the tradition and pack my kid’s lunch box.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Running into the Sun – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Running into the Sun
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #129 – Twilight
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 44 words

asphalt way under cloudy sky during golden hour

Photo by VanveenJF on Unsplash

My train rushes the setting sun, intent on outrunning the impending twilight. Sorbet clouds swirl across the sky. Blood-orange and tangerine confections engaged in a futile battle with eternal night’s black velvet fist.

Icy tendrils clutch my heart and I swear to keep running.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Gales of November – 3 Line Tales

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

three line tales, week 195: hands coming out of the ocean

Photo by Daniel Jensen on Unsplash

November’s Northwind witch is harsh as she blows across the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.

With sixteen-foot waves crashing the wheelhouse and freezing rain slashing the decks, the fate of the lake mariners seems certain.

Superior, they say, never gives up her dead, but one sailor has vowed to defy her.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

 

 

Never Enough – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Never Enough
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

We tread the fine line between having everything and coming up short. We prioritized Claire’s education, a private school, to challenge her and kept her out of trouble resulting from too much idle time.

Claire wanted to be Daenerys Targaryen, for her Halloween party. I choked on the price of a store-bought outfit. Opening my sewing cabinet, I pulled lengths of fabric, pinned and sewed and created costume fit for the Mother of Dragons. She twirled before the mirror, ecstatic with her one-of-a-kind creation.

Then she dealt my death blow.

“Where are my babies, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion?” she asked.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Tricks for Treats – Thursday Threads

The black iron caldron exploded when Jared tossed saltpeter onto the roiling ingredients. The piercing light gouged my eye sockets, the concussion split my eardrums, and my heart stopped beating. I felt myself falling.

I don’t know if I lost consciousness, but when I opened my eyes everything was dark. Every bone in my body ached, and they creaked and clattered as I struggled to sit. My head spun, thoughts swirled, the wind whistled in my ears, evoking the weird sensation of being in a deep murky carven. It overwhelmed me.

“Jared?” My voice croaked. It barely sounded like me.

“Dude.” Jared sang the word, which calmed me, and creeped me out at the same time.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t think it would work,” his laughter teetered on the verge of hysteria, and I began to tremble.

“I’m just happy we’re still alive.”

“Technically, I am not sure we are. We are skeletons, man.”

I turned my hands in front of my face and wiggled my fingers. The disembodied bones waved at me.

“Jared, what the hell did you do to us?”

“We need to do something about this.”

“We Kemosabe? What’s this ‘we’ shit? You’re the one who created this insane mess, and you’ve got to fix it. Now. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life as a skeleton.”

“Aw, come on. These are killer costumes. I bet we get tons of candy.”

“If we don’t scare everyone.”

“It’s Halloween. Isn’t that the point?”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Castle Urartian – 3 Line Tales

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

a cathedral ruin

Photo by Watari via Unsplash

Countless legends told fantastical tales of a great castle, the king who build it, and the jealous wizard who hid it from humanity.

Finding it became Warwick’s mission and led him to hunt through ancient archives and pour over maps.

Funding many futile expeditions reduced him to a pauper, but today he felt as rich as any king, as he stood in the center of the long-lost Castle Urartian.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

A Day to Remember – Thursday Threads

Jake and I had a standing appointment. It was a college ritual, established to catch up and brag about our weekend escapades. Fate had a way of pulling us apart as we explored parties, women, and adventure. On Monday, we always met at our favorite coffee shop.

I was excited this morning. My latest exploit marked a huge event, one we had discussed at length. While I planned, Jake told me every reason he thought I was crazy. I wouldn’t listen. Sophie, the love of my life, and I were going to Lion’s Bay for a once in a lifetime trip. I prepared a romantic picnic, a proposal, and a celebratory cliff jump when she agreed.  I left nothing to chance.

Jake looked like he arrived hours ago. Sitting in his usual spot, he seemed tired and somehow older than I had ever seen him before.

He glanced up at me and turned deathly pale.

“Jake don’t look so worried. It was fabulous. She said ‘yes.’ We’re getting married.”

His eyes widened, and he rubbed his hand across his face before he stared at me again.

“I see she didn’t overstate the issue,” he muttered then took a big swig from his cup.

“What issue? Didn’t you hear me? I’m the happiest man on the planet. It was the greatest day of my life.”

“It was the last too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Will you listen to me? We were best friends.”

“Were?”

“Buddy, we buried you years ago.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

An Unobstructed View – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Holiday lights hung low over the familiar street. They made Phoebe happy and sad. She loved their historical significance, the celebrations they commemorated, and the cheery twinkling they attempted to imitate.

Tonight, she searched in vain. A lifeless void hovered above the light’s glare. Phoebe longed for the Dark Sky Reserve and the miracle of an unobstructed view of the night sky.  There, millions of stars, planets, the entire milky, way was visible to the naked eye. It was the last place on earth to observe animated blackness and understand why the festival lights were so revered by her ancestors.

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Jo Hawk The Writer