Now I know you like countin’ on the likes of me, but I gotta warn ya’
If I was countin’ on me I would never be able to sleep at night ’cause I’m a follower, I tell ya’; can’t think fer m’self and I’m liable to lead ya’ somewheres ya’ might not want to go…if ya’ foller what I’m sayin’.
But if it’s nightmares yer lookin’ fer, then I’m yer sheep; jus’ don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.
~kat
A Three Line Tale prompted by the photo above by Sam Carter via Unsplash. Thanks Sonya for hosting!
It all started when Mamie Mitchell found a crude map under the floor board in the parlor of her family home place. After she delivered it to the authorities, word spread. Fortune hunters descended on Black Hills hoping to find treasure buried by a notorious gang led by Bart McMaster. He had frequented the place, once a brothel owned by Mamie’s great-grandmother, Sadie. After a heist, Bart hid the map only hours before the gang was gunned down.
But Mamie knew that the treasure was long gone. Miss Sadie and her girls never needed for anything. Bart saw to that.
~kat
100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above by © Björn Rudberg.
calendars say it’s spring
but today, it’s snowing
~kat
Day 21 for Jane Dougherty’s daily Essence poem challenge…another sign that winter is a rude guest that has no trouble wearing out his welcome. I admit he looks beautiful doing it, but I am so over him!
passion
fire and ice
the edge of lunacy
euphoria raging, white hot
to bliss
~kat
An American Cinquain – 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 using synonyms only of the prompt words, Joy: bliss, euphoria and Fury: passion, fire, lunacy, rage, for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge.
for the outcast soul
lost hope and pipe dreams collect
in file thirteen
~kat
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, Prompt Word, “File”.
like mercury colliding... 