He thought he was dealing with a full deck of 52, but she’d slipped several cards out; her sleight of hand, stacking her odds favorably.
Pretending to be impressed with his strip shuffle, she demurely tapped the deck at the cut. After luring him all in, she revealed aces for the pot.
~kat
A 52 Word Story for Writespirations 52 Weeks 52 Words flash fiction challenge. The prompt this week, to write about the number “52”. (Artwork was created by combining several Pixabay.com photos.)
Mental
The pyramids he built had magical powers, sharpening his used razor blades while happy-sad Jesus watched from a frame on the wall.
Then he dismantled the family car, replicating a Chilton’s Manual diagram on the driveway.
He often argued with a gun barrel. It had the last word eventually, silencing the voices.
~kat
A word about this week’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Story. The prompt was “pyramids”.
When most people think of “pyramids” they think of the ancient wonders in Egypt. When I hear the word “pyramid” it triggers memories of my dad and one of his many obsessions.
No one noticed the signs, or if they did they didn’t say, because we didn’t talk about mental illness back then. People suffered in silence, or self medicated with alcohol like my dad. He may very well have been a genius, but he was also bat-shit crazy. I loved him dearly; he terrified me. He was the “monster” of my childhood nightmares.
So I’m stepping up on my soapbox for a moment. Mental illness is not a weakness or embarrassment. We need to talk about it. For heaven’s sake, if you or someone you love is suffering, get help. There is help to be found. There is no one like you. Really. No one like you.
And if writing about this can help save just one person from my dad’s fate, it will have been worth pouring my heart out on this page….
Photo by AstralniHorizonti at Pixabay.com
“Are you scared Timmy?! Wah, wah! Scaredy cat!” Jeff badgered his friend.
“After YOU!” Timmy pushed Jeff through the door of the abandoned, old house. “Haha! Who’s the coward now?!”
Inside, the pale glow of an amulet illumated the room, its wearer cackled, “How nice! Guests, come for tea. Who likes cookies?”
~kat
A 52 Word Tale for Sacha’s Writespiration Challenge using the words, badger, coward, and amulet.
Pictured above, my rescue pup, Winston,
who agreed to pose for my story. He’s my
Love Bug.
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Biff was my neighbor’s dog.
They were nice people, but every chance he got, he’d find a way to my front door.
“Come on Biff,” I’d say, scratching his ear, “time to go home.”
One day the neighbors showed up at my door. “We think he’s chosen you.”
Biff is my dog…
~kat
52 Words (exactly) Tale for Sonya’s 52 Weeks 52 Word Challenge. This week’s theme is “The Persistent Dog”.
Photo by SnapwireSnaps at Pixabay.com
Grandma always said, “Pie is all about the crust, honey. You can’t be too rough with it or it won’t come out right.”
Life is like pie crust. If you over (k)need the dough it won’t matter what sweetness you fill it with, it won’t come out right.
Wise woman, my Grandma!
~kat
(52 Words)
For Sacha’s 52 Word Story Challenge, prompt word: Pie.
like mercury colliding... 