it is not horror
that elucidates a nightmare
it is hopelessness
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Horror & Nightmare.
Nightsong
nightsong of winter
silence in darkness swelling
deafening stillness
~kat
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, prompt word, “peace” (stillness).
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!
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
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like mercury colliding... 