This Week’s Six Word Story Challenge from A Sometimes Stellar Storyteller is prompted by the word “Stubbornness”. To read more click HERE.
My stories below. I have a few. Fun prompt!
Rejecting compromise, she would remain noseless.
Directions? He preferred taking scenic detours.
She was right…even when wrong.
He chose hunger to eating broccoli.
kat ~ 21 November 2015
This is happening now in Roanoke, VA. I am here with hundreds of beautiful people! We are a diverse inclusive loving community…despite what our Mayor wrote…peace to everyone on this night of miracles!
Photo by kat 2015
It was the last night for campers at Wolf’s Crossing Lodge. Pajama-clad youngsters scurried from the bunk rooms upstairs for a night of hot chocolate, silly songs and scary folk tales.
The fire in the huge stone hearth of the old cabin crackled, as everyone settled in a circle under fluffy blankets. Their attention focused now on Miss Maude, a local native who weaved tales so real that listeners often wondered if they could actually be true.
Miss Maude, a small graying woman wearing a colorful floor-length skirt and faded brown wool sweater, took a seat in the rocking chair in the front of the room. She spent a few moments studying the wide-eyed faces around her, pausing as she gazed, to connect with each camper. All twittering and conversing stopped as a hush filled the space. Miss Maude began…
“There is a legend at Wolf’s Crossing that not all the wolves here are fully canine. Many, many years ago there was a warrior who sought to be one with his brother wolf, but his motives were not pure. He wished to be the greatest warrior, greater than those before or after him, not for the good of the tribe, but for his own selfish ambitions. He appealed to the Great Spirit to grant him his wish.
One night when the moon burned full and bright in the sky, Great Spirit decided to teach the warrior a lesson. He would grant his wish, but in the transformation no one would know who he was. He would take on all the attributes of a wolf but he would be hunted down by those he sought to impress as a fearsome monster…not a great warrior. In a flash of light it was done. The warrior’s body convulsed and contorted as he changed from man to beast.
To this day, no one has ever captured the wolf man and it is said that he roams these woods even now…especially on nights like tonight. The sages say that only a silver bullet can stop him.”
Miss Maude paused looking at each camper. As if on cue, a wolf howled in the distance causing everyone to jump in their seats. A moment later, nervous giggles rose from the huddled listeners. Miss Maude reached under the blanket on her lap for the loaded pistol in her pocket.
kat – 20 November 2015
A story for Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes, Challenge #2 (Choose at least two from the following list to be featured in a work of fiction for this week, and to make it simple, there will be no word count limit. But please, no book lengths this time around. Prompts: Burn, Weave, Cabin, Silver, Hush, Light). To read more stories or participate click HERE.
What a tricky little word, “penurious”…today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day. On one hand it is a descriptor for miserly, stingy, parsimonious types…and on the other hand, it represents those who are poor, destitute, indigent, lacking in means and resources. A dilemma. But not impossible to incorporate into a single Haiku. Especially if one employs a bit of thesaurus slight of word.
(If you are new here, I challenge myself every Friday to take Dictionary.com’s word of the day and use it in a Haiku – a three line poem with 5 syllables on line 1 & 3 and 7 syllables on line).
And so, here is my attempt at capturing the dual nature of this rather timely word…I give you…
Haiku Penurious…
Penurious souls
Seek haven from stingy brutes,
Misers with no soul.Kat – 20 November 2015
He was sighted on a fish stick,
on a pancake and grilled cheese,
Some say it was a miracle
so the faithful flocked to see.
They found him in his glory
on a toasted slice of naan
he gazed from ripe banana peels
and from unrinsed fry pans.
I know you won’t believe it
but they saw him in the clouds
as if coming for his chosen
from amongst the gathering crowds.
Ever watchful for their savior
leaving no stained rock unturned
the hopeful ever seeking
eager for his grand return.
So He came to them in person
wide-eyed, lost, without a home
in the hopes that they would know him
welcome him in, as their own.
But they ne’er saw him coming
turned away and closed their ears
for he looked too much like “others”
that the righteous ones all feared.
“We’ve just enough, we’ve none to spare,
don’t bother us,” they said,
and hovered round their idols
of his images instead.
When end of days for each one came
they waited at the gate
to give account of their life’s deeds
and learn about their fate.
“We saw you everywhere,” they said,
“and gave you proper due…
enshrined your image high and low
we stayed forever true!”
To their surprise the Master then
did shake his head and say,
“I only came to see you once
twas then you turned away.”
kat – 19 November 2015
like mercury colliding... 