
inkwell alchemy
swirling into syllables
channeling the muse
~kat
For Three Line Tales Challenge, a Haiku inspired by this photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash.

inkwell alchemy
swirling into syllables
channeling the muse
~kat
For Three Line Tales Challenge, a Haiku inspired by this photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash.

doves made of paper
love-fashioned symbols of peace
so easily crushed
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge -Week 83, based on the photo by Dev Benjamin via Unsplash.
~kat
A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by the photo above by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash.
“I don’t think it’s safe to swim here,” Chuck mumbled, as he spied the bloom undulating just below the surface.
“Those jellies will leave us alone, you’ll see,” Tom scoffed as he plunged into the deep, disbursing the jellies in every direction only to be surrounded by them once more when the splash settled.
Tom struggled against the stinging web of tentacles, eventually drowning, as Chuck’s face twisted into a malevolent smirk, “that was easier than I thought it would be…stupid fool.”
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Joel Filipe via Unsplash.
He was a troubled soul, you see, who was later institutionalized after he directed his gruesome compulsion from inanimate toys to small animals.
Poor Frieda was troubled in her own way and her acting out as an adult years later, while seemingly harmless to living things, was no less disturbing; her home, a hoarding nightmare of empty lego boxes piled floor to ceiling and piles and piles of the heads she was never able to find as a girl.
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by photo by Carson Arias via Unsplash.