Tag Archives: 100 Words

June 8, 2017

Ashes to Dust

By Kat Myrman
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photo by © Sarah Potter

I watch the ivy slipping her green tentacles between bricks, crumbling mortar. And water, brackish or raging white caps, it doesn’t matter. She slowly sucks the shore into the sea and hollows tunnels through massive boulders with a kiss.

We lay pavements, build foundations and walls, and erect iron behemoths to the sky in our attempt to mute her, to contain her. Nature always finds a way to reclaim what is hers. What has always been hers.

Like the remnants of civilizations past sandwiched between layers of limestone and ore, we too are destined to return, ashes to dust.

~kat
(99 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Potter.

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June 1, 2017

The Crucible

By Kat Myrman

This week Rochelle gave us a rather bleak photo prompt for her Friday Fictioneers challenge. I ruminated over it for a day, fighting my first impression; one of heartache, loss and destruction because, quite frankly, I am weary of of reality this week. Every day small fragile men find new ways to trample on the things we hold dear. Today, not content to destroy just our nation, our horrible leader took steps to ravage the earth our home. So I needed a bit of hope.

PHOTO PROMPT © KARUNA


The Crucible

The massive brush fires expanded their reach into neighboring homes licking at their foundations before ravaging the stick frames that held them together. Fire doesn’t discriminate once it contorts into its frenzied surge, consuming furniture, clothing, family photos and other treasures.

Precious though they may once have been, they are dross, but the tempest has no power over memories that emerge in the hearts of those left behind.

Memories remain, cherished all the more by living survivors who realize while sifting through the ashes, that they, and those that they love, are the greatest treasure of all.

~kat
(97 Words)

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May 24, 2017

The Fixer-Upper

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


“It has potential.”

“Um, if you say so.”

“Picture this John. The kitchen goes here.” Molly tossed a shelf out of the way, sweeping her arms to display her vision. “This space is perfect for an open floor plan. Just look at those rafters! The bathroom is already plumbed. We just need new fixtures and…and…”

“Molly, you said ‘we’. You remember I’m an accountant right? I don’t know anything about…”

Molly laughed and nuzzled into him, “I know, silly. We can afford a contractor at this price. So…?

He couldn’t say no. “Well, looks like we bought a warehouse house!”

~kat
(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by  J. Hardy Carroll.

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May 17, 2017

Just Desserts

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © ROGER BUTOLT


“What’ll it be ladies?” Joe asked.

“Dessert!” Sue smiled.

“Something sweet! But not too sweet.” Julie sighed.

“Come on Julie,” Debra chided, “go for it! We’re celebrating!”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha celebratin’?” Joe asked as he displayed his sweetest pies to three sets of wide eyes.

Sue declared proudly, “Well, we have lost a total of 100 pounds between us!”

“Wow! I’m guessing you want whipped cream on top?”

Julie giggled, “Yes sir!”

Joe winked, “Coming right up!”

From a table nearby a child whined, “Mama, why can’t I have just desserts?”

The diner’s patrons burst into laughter and applause.

~kat
(99 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

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April 26, 2017

The History Assignment

By Kat Myrman

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young


“I found it.” Pam whispered.

“What are you whispering for? It’s not like you’re going to wake the dead!” Mark guffawed as he handed her the etching paper and pencil.

“Shhhh. Just give me the paper. I hate graveyards; damn history class!” Pam’s hands shook as she created an etching of the famous headstone.

“Do you believe the legend that says if you rub the headstone the old man will show up?” Mark sneered.

“No! God! Stop it Mark!”

Suddenly the temperature plummeted. Pam whipped around to scold Mark for his incessant laughter, but he was gone.

~kat
(97 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Liz Young. 

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