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.
through perspicacity’s eyes
are rarely unique
On this Solstice Eve, darkness drips through the bare branches of ancient trees. The moon hangs low, a thin crescent, barely there.
The last thoughts of the departed are etched on stone tomes; loving epitaphs, names, dates.
Can you hear them? The souls who linger here whisper in the stillness, “Remember me.”
52 words exactly for the final installment of Sacha Black’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration flash fiction challenge. The theme: Write about the night you spent in a cemetery.
(I took the photo above during a Haunted Savannah tour a few summers ago. The air was electric and thick with souls longing for life.)
photo by mdherren at pixabay.com
Not So Hidden Hiding Place
So much for their brilliant plan. When the petty thieves arrived, it was clear that others had frequented this secret hiding place before them. Scattered throughout the cave behind the great falls was an assortment of rubbish: drink cans, bottles, snack wrappers, condoms, cigarette butts. Their treasure would not be safe here.
For Sacha’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Writespiration Challenge, Prompt: “This week I want you to write about what lays behind a waterfall.”
you say I
this…if I cared
all it takes to
right, to damn
under the broken
erase the ugly
words, to absolve
me of my
truth that you
to hear, but
know, I don’t
A 52 word poem for Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge with the prompt phrase, “I don’t believe you.”