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Double Crossed – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Double Crossed
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 127
Word count: 100 words

I was a man on fire. I drew you, attracted you with promises of sweet protection from demons haunting the night. Flirting with danger, I wondered why you wanted to cross the line, but those thoughts are fleeting when the world isn’t real. Super slow motion we crafted an illusion. Young and naïve, I tried to warn you, protect you from the peril I didn’t see until it was too late.

Your love lingers, a desperate memory on my heart, you left me broken pieces, fading glimpses.  My flame released to the wind.  I am a man burnt by yearning.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Sharing Secrets – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Sharing Secrets
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #114 – Grimace
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 33 words.

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He didn’t answer my question. Instead, his face erupted into a toothless, syrupy, centenarian, grimace which accentuated every crease and wrinkle. There was a twinkle in his eye, and I swear he winked.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Pulling the Plug – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The strap dug into her shoulder. Iola tried to shift it to a more comfortable position, but only yanked her hair. As she walked, the bag banged her hip and her high heels clicked on the pavement.

She was late. Her heel caught, and she tumbled to the ground. Scratched and bleeding, hot tears streamed down her face. It confirmed what she already knew.

“You, ok?” a voice asked.

“Lies, it’s all lies,” Iola sobbed.

“Sorry?”

“They said, ‘follow the rules,’ and I’d be happy.”

“You’re not?”

Iola brushed the gravel from her hands.

“No, but I will be now.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Living with the Lady – 3 Line Tales

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

photo by Richard Clark via Unsplash

The Lady lifted the veil, revealing what could not be seen by mortal eyes.

She took pity on the plight of a poor orphaned boy, son of King Ban of Benwick who was slain by his enemy.

“I foresee a great destiny, one that will endure for all time, dear Lancelot du Lac.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Independence Day – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Lottie watched her father methodically shovel forkfuls of biscuits slathered with sausage gravy into his mouth. She never understood how he breathed, chew and swallow without choking on his food.

“Not, hungry?” he gestured towards Lottie’s plate with his loaded fork.

Her nose wrinkled and she tried to ignore the spittle and half-chewed food, as his fork found its mark.

“I’m not going to college,” Lottie blurted.

His face reddened as he choked, coughed and sputtered, swigging water he regained his normal coloring.

“Best eat your breakfast. It’ll be the last meal I’ll pay for.”

“I know,” she said.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Treasured Moments – Flash Fiction Challenge

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Title: Treasured Moments
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that makes a big splash.
Word count:  99 words

My daughter stood at the lake’s edge, trying to skim stones across its surface. As they plunged into the water, I remembered standing on this shore, throwing pebbles to master the skill. My father showed me the proper wrist flick to send a stone bouncing over the glassy expanse. Those rocks inspired my love of geology and my assemblage of semi-precious gems.

As I reached the shoreline, she stooped, selecting another rock from the bowl holding my collection. I gasped. Then I cradled her hand, positioned her wrist to the proper angle, and together we let the beauty fly.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Defying Disapproval – 3 Line Tales

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

photo by Samuel Taylor via Unsplash

Feeling liked I didn’t belong, I strengthened my defenses, embraced my differences and flaunted them before my critics.

I owned my label of the Black Sheep of the family.

But a black sheep is never alone, we gathered together and found unity, acceptance and our new relatives.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Memory Lane – 100 Word Wednesday

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Title: Memory Lane
Source:  100 Word Wednesday: Week 123
Word count: 100 words

Image by Bikurgurl

I hadn’t been here in years. Mom said it was parked behind the barn, and I walked the path I had taken countless times as a kid. It felt strange to be home, and my past seemed surreal.

The band bus held fuzzy memories of endless road trips as we traveled from one gig to another. If we were lucky, they paid enough for gas to the next town, eating was optional. I wouldn’t change the hard times that honed our band’s unique sound and created a family. Music shaped my whole life and forged the musician standing here today.
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Jo Hawk The Writer

Drawing Inspiration – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Drawing Inspiration
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt #109 – Idyll
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 84 words.

Jason grew up in the city. His parents shuttled him from school to soccer practice, music lessons and extracurricular activities. He sat in the backseat and drew. Crayons, markers and pencil stubs littered his backpack. They chalked his drawings up to childish pursuits, but his third-grade art teacher had a different opinion.

As a professional artist, he moved to a rural idyll. He painted his surroundings, lush landscapes infused his work with an exuberance that propelled his career to heights he had never imagined.
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Jo Hawk The Writer