Perspective – Weekend Writing Prompt

Title:  Perspective

Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 195 — Gargantuan

Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 96 words


“It’s too much.” My words floated between us and wrenched the remaining oxygen from my lungs. The acrid taste of anger lingered on my tongue, and I sunk deeper into grandpa’s wooden kitchen chair.

He patted my knee, crooked his finger, and I followed. He led me to a magical land where massive tree trunks, 100 feet in circumference, supported treetops that played among the clouds.

“Sequoiadendron giganteum,” he whispered. “They have lived here since prehistoric time, and these are three thousand years old.”

I contemplated everything the trees had seen, and my gargantuan problems disappeared.


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The Lay of the Land – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title:  The Lay of the Land

Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 166 – Hinterland

Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 87 words


The story repeats in predictable fashion. A hopeful soul blazes through the pristine wilderness, searching for his breakthrough discovery. With luck, his reward is exotic birds, diverse species of rare orchids, and unique animals. Excited, he shares the wonder.

Tiny frontier towns sprout in the hinterland to provide the curious with accommodations while they conduct their research. A steady stream marks the beginning of an erosion that culminates in a deluge. In time, they conserve the endangered and priceless treasures in an isolated park of utopian hell.


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Bosco Verticale – Flash Fiction Challenge

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Title: Bosco Verticale

Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge

Prompt: Write a story to show what it is to protect nature around us.

Word count:  99 words


Stefano lifted the heavy portfolio in his hand and swiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. A city bus whooshing past momentarily offered a welcome breeze followed by the acrid aftertaste of hot exhaust. Concrete, glass, and steel, absorbed, intensified, and reflected the summer heat.

As a child, Nonna told him tales of long-ago country summers. Tree leaves danced in gentle breezes, birds sang, and the earth cradled soft blue skies.

He featured urban forestation and nature in his architectural designs. Trees, shrubs, and perennials festooned every design, and he proudly wore the title of The Baron in the Trees.


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

A Losing Battle – Friday Fictioneers

watercolor pallett
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Title: A Losing Battle

Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Word count: 100 words


Be wary, my dear creative friend, when you say you wish to explore the seductive call of the arts. If your conviction is not solid, if your resolve is not resolute, if your ethics are not steadfast, clear, and true, then my advice to you is to run. Run, before it is too late.

Once you dip your brush, your pen, your sword, your soul is forever colored, consumed, altered.

Oblivion lurks at the bottom of a paint can, time becomes malleable, and insignificant thoughts recede.

Art has left me desperate and my car keys have been missing for weeks.


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Mining for Gold – Friday Fictioneers

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


“What are you doing?” Hannah surveyed the discarded canvas in the alley.

“I’m taking the frame,” Kurt said, brushing off the accumulated dust.


“It’s nice.”

“And the painting?”

“Utter crap. Unsigned.”

Kurt scorned artists who were not proud enough to sign their creations.


Kurt ambled away, the frame swinging from the crook of his elbow.

Hannah’s lips puckered, and her eyes narrowed. Kurt’s obsession with “artistic sensibilities” blinded him to the beauty inherent in everyday life’s casual clutter.

An idea flickered, wheels turned, and new collage formed. She snatched the picture, realizing who had scored garbage gold.


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

The New Morning Ritual — Flash Fiction

teacup filled with liquid placed on saucer

Photo by Jen P. on Unsplash

I never thought I would be here, really living the dream. Released from Corporate America’s draining demands, I no longer wake before the crack of a sparrow’s fart, to fight rush hour traffic, to log long stressful hours.

My day begins with a gentle stretch, a hot cup of coffee, and a healthy dose of gratitude. Characters whisper in my ear, my desk beckons, and my muse smiles as I set to work. Ephemeral emotions coalesce, transformed into epic tales. My desire to create links me to the past and ties me to the future, as I write about today.


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.


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.”


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.”


Keep on writing.

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?”


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer