The Hero – Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge

 “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”

Photo Credit: Barbara W. Beacham

Photo Credit: Barbara W. Beacham 2015

God! I hurt like hell, but gotta keep moving or I’ll trigger his prey instinct.

It was just a simple matter of flipping a switch. These poor folks have been without power for over a week. Must’ve been a short in the switch that knocked me off the ladder. Just my luck! Try to be nice and it bites you in the ass!

It’ll be hours before they miss me. Should’ve called this stop in to dispatch. Another brilliant move!

Tom waved his arms, “Yeah, you old buzzard. I aint dead yet!”

It’s getting dark and that bird’ll be the least of my worries…

Gotta stay awake…keep moving…they’ll find you…stay awake…

“Tom! Hey man, you okay?”

“I think I’ll live.  How’d you find me?”

“Your little stunt here blew the whole county out. Do me a favor. Next time you decide to be a hero, let someone know!”

~kat ~ 26 October 2015
(148 Words)

This story in response to Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. If you’d like to read other stories or participate in the challenge, click HERE.


Muse & Pen – Haiku Challenge

RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge this week prompts us with the words “Pen” & “Muse”. Here is my Haiku. If you’d like to read more Haiku or join the challenge click HERE.Muse

Muse & Pen Haiku

His pen stained the page
deep cerulean on white
an ode to his muse.

~kat ~ 26 October 2015


Fear – A Six-Word Story

 

The footsteps behind

her got faster.

~ kat ~ 25 October 2015

For Sometimes Stellar Stoyteller’s Six Word Story Challenge. This week’s prompt: FEAR.  Learn more HERE.


A Sunday Sept

  

Rest
Today.
Tomorrow
Nips at our heels
With troubles
That can
Wait.

~kat ~ 25 October 2015

A “Sept” is a seven line poem with the following syllable pattern: 1-2-3-4-3-2-1. 


Second-Hand Annie-Sunday Photo Fiction

Photo Credit: a mixed bag 2015

She was a collector of old things, spending her days at curiosity shops, antique barns and second-hand stores. Something of a legend, the townsfolk had nicknamed her Second Hand Annie and it was said that if Annie was spotted at your establishment, you would have a successful selling day. 

But it had been weeks since anyone had seen Annie. After several concerned inquiries, the sheriff decided to check on her. 

The house stood quietly on an acre of overgrown farmland. Its wrap-around porch stacked to the eaves with pollen-dusted, rusty treasures. 

When Annie didn’t answer the door, he let himself in, barely, a pile of books and magazines blocked the entrance. Once inside, he was amazed and horrified. Each nook and cranny was filled from floor to ceiling with Annie’s collection. And there was a familiar, pungent odor hanging in the air. The sheriff knew it well. Poor Annie had passed away.

According to her wishes an auction was held with the proceeds used to build a library. Seems she had a good eye for the value of “junk”. 

People come from miles around to see the magnificent library that Annie built. The legacy of a woman who never learned to read.

~kat -25 October 2015

(200 Words)

This story is an entry for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. Read more stories or add your own story HERE. 

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 25th 2015