Title: Abandoned
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 153 – Obsolete
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 24 words
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I considered myself young, but my mirror and capricious consensus disagreed. Without compunction, they relegated me to the pasture with the other obsolete workhorses.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Operation: Recover Home
Source: Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that declares, shield your face.
Word count: 99 words
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Heavy metal blared, drowning the crackling and buzzing, as sparks flew. The fiery shower bounced on the cement floor.
“Jason.”
Switching off the torch, he pushed his heavily gloved hand against his forehead, lifting the face shield. Except for the music in his helmet, the garage was silent. Hot wind blasted through the open door.
He was alone.
Desperation clutched his heart. Glancing at his watch he assessed his chances of completing the needed repairs. He couldn’t stay. He had to find the passage home.
“Shield your face. Return to me.”
“I’m coming.”
Or I’ll die trying, he vowed.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Spring’s Advent
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 152 – Nomad
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 68 words
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Dismal clouds shrouded winter mountaintops. Cloaks of despair, they wept, their sorrow drenching the landscape. Parched souls, clinging to life, found solace in the mother’s healing tears.
Breathless, I waited.
Brown became gold as nomad tinkers arrived. Singing children frolicked. Their laughter summoned sunshine, and magical colors transformed the valley. Continually moving, they were always at home. Their work complete, they disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving hope behind.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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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.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
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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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Feeding the Soul
Source: Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes pizza.
Word count: 99 words
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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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Jo Hawk The Writer
Title: Home Sweet Souvenir
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 151 – Keepsake
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 49 words
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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
Title: Family Tradition
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 150 – Continuity
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 35 words
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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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Jo Hawk The Writer
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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Jo Hawk The Writer
From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
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“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
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