Response – JSW Prompt 4-1-2019

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Writing prompt

They  had taken everything, more than everything, leaving him with nothing but a bent and broken soul. He hadn’t missed the things at first, not for a long time, and when he had it was too late. From then on, nothing made sense, nothing remained, nothing mattered. His was the reflection of emptiness behind stolen eyes.

He stood on the bridge over the river, staring down at the dark memory of dark water.

Spread his arms and fell forward like a broken bird, remembering flight.

 

 

 

JSW Prompt 4-22-2019

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83 4-18-2019

Reena’s Exploration Challenge by Reena Saxena

Welcome again, and always to this space, which has become sacred to me! You may not see it in the same manner. And why should you? Each of us has our own unique perspective on the world and its interesting contents.

PROMPT

Picture

Perspective

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

LAST WEEK’S ROUND-UP

Amit Agrawal (hecblogger) at

Eugenia at

Deborah at awisewomansjourney

https://awisewomansjourney.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/a-vacated-ache/

Teresa Smeigh at

Michael at

Len at

Jade Li  at

Sadje at

Jen Goldie at

https://jengoldie493473930.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/yes-miss-cross-in-response-to-reena-saxenas-exploration-challenge-82-april-11-2019/

The Dark Netizen at

https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/microfiction-our-black-hole/

VJ Knutson at One Woman’s Quest

Reena Saxena at

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/human-blackholes/

Indira Mukhopadhyay at Sharing Your Thoughts

https://amaltaas.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/reenas-exploration-challenge-82/

Sunday Photo Fiction 4-17-2019

Steampunk
Photo Credit:Susan Spaulding

Sunday Photo Fiction


 

“It don’t think this is right,” Nathan said, leaning so far back, eyes searching the balloon above them, Bridgett thought he might fall out of the basket. “Are you sure this is where they told you to come?”

“Yes,” she replied, the same answer she had been giving for the last two hours. “At 1410 the lattice-work will open and we’ll float up into the atmosphere.”

He straightened. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t some sneaky trick by the enemy to take us out?”

“Really? Are you that paranoid?”

“No.” But he was. “So what happens then?”

“The space ship collects us, mission complete.”

Nathan frowned. “I don’t like it.”

“What could go wrong? Stop being a worry-wart.”

He didn’t say anything, but there were a lot of things which could go wrong and he thought he knew them all.

A moment later, she slipped over the side of the basket. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

He looked at his watch. “But… it’s 1400.”

“I’ll be back.”

At the bottom of the rope ladder, she stood, watching the lattice-work open and the balloon float upwards.

Space ship; really? She laughed.

 

 

JSW Prompt 4-15-2019

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The Ten List: April 8th, 2019
Image from pinterest.

Sunday Photo Fiction 4-8-2019

CE AYR 3
Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Sunday Photo Fiction


He sat on the ledge of the support column, watching the water rushing beneath his dangling feet. He wasn’t sure, now he was here, if he could actually do it, but it had been hard enough climbing down. He would be dead, not because he wanted to die, but because he couldn’t climb back up.

Irony, something his family would never understand. Mike might, but then he understood more things in his world than the real world. And this was definitely not the real world.

He laughed, a strange and hollow sound.  This felt like one of those dreams where you fall forever and never hit ground. Or where something is chasing you, but you can’t run.

What was he trying to escape? Life in this boring town? A drunk mother and an absent father, thing his friends though were cool because he could do whatever he pleased.

He looked up, but the supports seemed to be growing taller and taller and taller, dark against the blue and white dappled sky.

In the dream, he rose, staring down at the swirling water, mesmerized, one foot inching towards the edge.

Sunday Photo Fiction 3-26-2019 on 4-9-2019

SPF 11-11-18 Pensitivity
Photo Courtesy of pensitivity101

Sunday Photo Fiction


 

“Look good,” he said though he hated tomatoes. “Are they supposed to be green or red when you eat them?”

“These? Red though there are green tomatoes.”

“How do you tell the difference?”

“How… they are different varieties.”

“But don’t they all look like tomatoes?”

“Yes, but…”

“So how do you tell?”

Clenching his jaw, John replied, “They are either red or green.”

“Ah, makes sense, but I still wouldn’t eat them.”

“why not?”

“Poison.”

“You think somebody has poisoned my tomato patch?”

“No, no, tomatoes are poisonous.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.”

“Says who?”

“Wikipedia.”

“Oh, then it’s the God’s truth all right.”

Pause.

“Are you making fun of me simply because I told you something you don’t want to believe.”

“Believe me, no. ”

“It is in the nightshade family, you know.”

“No, I didn’t.”

They stood for a few moments, before Danny walked off, mumbling ‘stupid tomatoes,’ as he left.

John watched him for a moment and shook his head.  Stupid tomato.