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Animal Instinct – Dee | Grammy’s Grid Writing Prompt

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

tiger photograph

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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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Jo Hawk The Writer

Rabbit Moon – Flash Fiction Challenge

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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

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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

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

assorted-color glass bottles

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“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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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Time Machine – Friday Fictioneers

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

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Time travel’s first rule was validating your arrival date. I stepped through the portal and groaned.

A 1950s era diner? Was Josh joking?

Diners were ubiquitous on the timelines. I could cite countless examples over the last 200 years. This establishment offered no clues I was in the correct year before the portal slammed shut.

This place was quiet, too quiet. A shiver raced down my spine, and my stomach heaved.

We told the initiates fantastical tales, our attempt to scare first-time travelers. I had never seen one and doubted they existed. Until today.

I turned and faced The Watcher.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Mind Swept – 3 Line Tales

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

dock on sea

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The squall scoured the breakwater and churned lake water into white-capped meringue.

Constance leaned into the wind, inhaled, and willed herself the courage to release irrational constraints.

Purged, she lifted her head, squared her shoulders, and stepped into her future.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Mommy Time – Flash Fiction Challenge

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Title: Mommy Time
Source:  Flash Fiction Challenge
Prompt: Write a story that includes tapping.
Word count:  99 words

white bathtub filled with water

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Steam rose from Audrey’s 1950s “First Lady Pink” bathtub as she shut the door, and locked out her hectic 21st Century life. Past midnight, she was long overdue to relax, unwind, and unplug. She twisted the knobs, stopping the flow of water from the faucet and tested the temperature with her toe. Just right.

She sank into the tub and sensed stress leaching from her tense muscles. The second she closed her eyes, she heard a soft tapping. Wide-eyed, her body stiffened.

“Mommy, I can’t sleep,” a muffled voice called.

Audrey’s shoulder slumped, and she regretfully pulled the plug.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

 

An Imperceptible Loss – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: An Imperceptible Loss
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 145 – Abysmal
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 93 words

woman standing on cliff

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You suspected a thunderbolt, exposing a grand drama. The truth wasn’t glamourous.  Dull, daily life was peppered with subtle thoughts, vague feelings, and easy decisions.  A tiny rival of water snaked across flat ground, growing, gaining strength and power until it became a raging river cutting into the landscape and eroding rock-solid canyon walls.

An unbridgeable distance cleaved what once was inseparable. I outgrew my placid past and soon discovered my desire for freedom. There was nothing left to say. We stood staring across an abysmal chasm that echoed the sound of silence.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Averting Annihilation – Weekend Writing Prompt

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Title: Averting Annihilation
Source:  Weekend Writing Prompt # 148 – Somnambulist
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 78 words

closeup photo of castle with mist

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In the far future, Roya foresaw horrible suffering, chaos, and terror. Her lips moved, but she was unaware if she spoke the words aloud. Her hands stretched before her, grasping thin air, she fought unseen daemons, yet still searching for something beyond her grasp.

Duncan trembled as he studies her eyes, dark with bewilderment and as blank as those of a somnambulist.

Roya gasped. Present again.

“We can prevent it all. But first we must take the castle.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Love’s Enduring Bond – Friday Fictioneers

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Title: Love’s Enduring Bond
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

The garden was the perfect spot for their rendezvous. Quiet, secluded, and bathed in gardenia’s fragrant scent. It was their calling card, a message without words.

Songbirds flocked to the eternal bubbling of the fountain, unconcerned with her presence. She twirled the red blossom between her thumb and forefinger, and closed her eyes, overcome with memories. Heavy footfalls crunched on gravel. Her heart leaped, and her skin tingled. Lips brushed her neck, her pulse quickened, and she reveled in her lover’s ardent embrace.

The air grew cold. The songbirds took flight and scarlet petals floated on the fountain’s still water.

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Jo Hawk The Writer