The Glorious Aftermath – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Deckhands danced in organized chaos. Our seasoned captain barked orders above the storm’s incessant din. My stomach lurched in opposition to the bow’s rise and fall. Misty Gale surmounted rough waters as we ran from the storm, seeking safe harbor.

The ship’s hull slammed against unyielding water, her mizzenmast popped and groaned as her wind engorged sail dragged us towards home. Lightning crackled, and gumball sized hail descended from the heavens.

The gods answered my prayers. Misty Gale found her slip.

The captain winked, and a devilish grin fractured his wrinkled face.

“Ah, these are the days you live for.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Feeding the Soul – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Feeding the Soul
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes pizza.
Word count:  99 words

person standing and making dough

Photo by Theme Photos on Unsplash

Saffron sunk the measuring cup into the container. The flour poofed, and billowing white clouds dusted the counter. The scent of yeast permeated the kitchen, as she worked the tacky, gloppy mess until it formed a loose ball.

The heel of her hand pushed into the dough and rolled it to its starting point. She kneaded the dough to a silky smoothness. After a quick rise, she created a rough circle and added simple toppings. The hot oven melted the mozzarella and browned the crust on her classic Margherita Pizza.

Accolades were nice, but baking was its own reward.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Home Sweet Souvenir – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Home Sweet Souvenir
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 151 – Keepsake
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 49 words

woman sitting on window inside room

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

Every penny went to pay the mortgage on my first house. Cash for furnishings was in short supply.

The family dubbed me the Keepsake Klepto when they discovered their sentimental items decorating my home.

Laughing, they let me keep their kitsch, saying it was cheaper than a garage sale.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Mornings with Tweety – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Morning Tweety Bird.”

“Good morning, Tweety Bird,” I lifted the cage’s covering and peeked at my tiny companion.

Tweety ruffled his feathers and hopped towards me.  I opened the wire door, and he flew into the kitchen.

“Tweety Bird want toast.” He cocked his head, waiting for me. “Tweety Bird want coffee.”

He pecked his empty saucer.

I placed a crumbled cracker on his plate, and he chirped his approval. I sipped my coffee while he danced and fluttered after crumbs until they disappeared. When he finished, he rewarded me with his morning song. Today would be a marvelous day.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Family Tradition – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title: Family Tradition
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 150 – Continuity
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 35 words

green grass under white sky at daytime

Photo by Quaid Lagan on Unsplash

Past generations whisper reassurances. Embroiled in uncertainty, consumed by today, legacy bolsters my future.

The continuity comforts me through trials and tribulations.  Loved ones walked this land, they struggled, persevered, survived.

I am never alone.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

First Draft – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

The retreat center advertised a magical, bucolic setting guaranteed to unplug the writer from an overconnected world.  For hours, Catherine stared at the typewriter, her fingers mindlessly caressing the black keys. She sighed, rising, she stepped outside to tread the marshy moor.

The door clicked shut, and the stapler clacked his jaws.

“Is it good?”

Paper wiggled from under paperweights, wedged themselves into the roller, while the typewriter’s keys pounded words into existence.

“Any plot issues?” the hole punch asked as she perused the first paragraphs.

The ends of the space bar curled into a smile.

“It’s a best seller.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Too Hot – 3 Line Tales

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

three line tales, week 216: two zebras on the plains

photo by Geran de Klerk via Unsplash

“Zizzi, do these stripes make my butt look big?”

He trod quietly next to Zelda, contemplating a diplomatic answer to what must be a trick question.

“Zelda, if we keep, walking by the time we get home, your butt will be hotter than I can handle.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Animal Instinct – Dee | Grammy’s Grid Writing Prompt

Title: Animal Instinct
Source:  Dee | Grammy’s Grid Writing Prompt
Word count: 75 words

tiger photograph

Photo by Prashant Saini on Unsplash

Hunger burns the pit of my stomach. My focus narrows and all I see is you. Imagination fuels my senses. I smell the sweat of your body and taste sweet flesh with my lips. My muscles twitch and yet I wait.

I know the moment you see me, our eyes lock in undeniable attraction.

You come willingly, eagerly, sinking your claws deep into my heart before you leave.

And I wonder, “Who is the animal?”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Rabbit Moon – Flash Fiction Challenge

Title: Rabbit Moon
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story about a rabbit on the roof.
Word count:  99 words

white and brown rabbit on grey fence

Photo by Andreas Schantl on Unsplash

On full moon nights, Vivian lit candles, rained rice onto the altar cloth, and prayed to the moon goddess. She had never forsaken Vivian. Gossamer clouds slid like silk across the sky, obscuring the moon’s rabbit image. Tonight, her entire heart filled her plea, as she begged for her townsfolk’s safety.

Cinnabun whispered to his mistress. She nodded. Armed with life’s elixir, Cinnabon descended to earth. Hopping to every village rooftop, he spread the remedy to each family.

At dawn, Vivian spied Cinnabun perched atop her garden fence. He gave her a wink, before the goddess spirited him home.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

Time in A Bottle – Dee | Grammy’s Grid Writing Prompt

Title: Time In A Bottle
Source:  Dee | Grammy’s Grid Writing Prompt
Word count: 65 words

assorted-color glass bottles

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

“She calls them, what?”

I picked up an empty red-tinted bottle. Raised letters spelled “Poison.”

“She called them ‘time bottles,’” Jared corrected as he reached for my specimen and replaced it on the shelf.

“I don’t understand.”

“Each of them holds a story that starts with, ‘Remember the time?’ Now she is gone, and it’s my job to pass the stories to the next generation.”

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer