Monthly Archives: December 2017

New Normal

they hardly notice
the armed guards, or so they say,
their hearts aflutter

~kat

A Collom Lune (A tercet (three-line poem) that has 3 words in the first line, 5 in the second, and 3 in the third. There are no other rules.) for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash


Thomas’ Gift

Circles, wheels, whirligigs, fans…Thomas was obsessed with spinning, rolling, twirly things. His parents humored their special boy. How could they not? It was the only thing that kept him calm.

When he was old enough to swing a hammer, he started to build elaborate contraptions. Thomas had little use for school, no friends, and rarely spoke, but wheels were something he inately understood.

As Thomas grew up and his parents older, they worried how he would manage when they were gone. But news of Thomas’ fantastical creations gained him fame and lucrative commissions. Thomas had a gift. He’d be fine.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo prompt by © Ted Strutz.


Final 52 Words

This is the final entry for Sacha Black’s Writespiration 52 Weeks in 52 Words with the prompt: This week share the last 52 words you wrote on your current WIP.  Since I am not currently working on a novel and this blog is my forum, I am taking the last 52 words I posted which encompasses two posts…the ending of a story and a senryu. Miraculously, I didn’t need to break up a sentence or a line to put it together! I thought that was quite serendipitous and the perfect ending to this challenge, if not a bit weird…which I LOVE! 😉

I may have to continue on my own as I have become quite fond of the 52 word story. 🙂 Thanks Sacha for hosting this challenge in 2017!

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This is a combination of the photos featured on my last two posts.

One by one they died until no one was left.

That’s right. There were no survivors. As a result, there was no one to give alms to The Scarlet Temple with a Cracked Facade…and ultimately, no more harvests.

“I” is an Illusion.

The End.

novel ideas
through perspicacity’s eyes
are rarely unique

~kat


New…Experience – A Senryu

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Photo by ColiN00B on Pixabay.com

novel ideas
through perspicacity’s eyes
are rarely unique

~ kat

A Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge using synonyms of the prompt words Experience (Perspicacity) and New (Unique; Novel).

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A Very Bad Ending

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A Fairytale with a Very Bad End
Once upon a times are supposed to have happy ever afters, but this is not one of those tales….

Every 7 Years, the people of a humble village made the treacherous journey to The Scarlet Temple to bring alms, ensuring another 7 years of bountiful harvests.

On one such pilgrimage, the people had an Unavoidable Encounter with a demon known as Shadow Puppet. He lured the entourage off the well-worn path making the trip, that would normally have taken only 3 days, an Ineffable 30 days! The people became weary, parched and Famished: An Unrelenting Silence enveloped them.

Shadow Puppet whispered from the center of the throng, “The Scarlet Temple has no magical powers. In fact, it has a Cracked Facade. Your alms mean nothing. It is only your own toil and labor that brings forth bountiful harvests year after year.”

Word traveled swiftly. When the murmuring mumbling reached a feverish pitch, Shadow Puppet cleared his knobby throat and declared, “Why should you give your precious harvest to The Scarlet Temple with a Cracked Facade when you are starving and parched?”

“He’s right,” a voice echoed from their midst, “we are going to die of hunger and thirst. I propose that we keep these alms for ourselves. It is our right!”

The people hailed the idea, distributing equal rations of the putrid, Festering Roots amongst themselves. A great feast was prepared. Everyone celebrated, filling their bellies with the rotten tubers.

The next morning people became gravely ill. One by one they died until no one was left.

That’s right. There were no survivors. As a result, there was no one to give alms to The Scarlet Temple with a Cracked Facade…and ultimately, no more harvests.

“I” is an Illusion.

The End

~kat

I couldn’t choose one, so I used them all! This tale for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by this prompt:
Choose one or more of the titles below and fashion a poem or story around it =)
A Fairytale with a Very Bad End
The Scarlet Temple
Shadow Puppet
An Unavoidable Encounter
Cracked Facade
I is an Illusion
Famished: An Unrelenting Silence
Festering Roots
7 Years
Ineffable