Archive for January, 2011

Scales Of Justice

Posted on January 19, 2011 2:27 pm under Three Word Wednesday
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She admitted at the trial, descent began with denial.
Surely, it wouldn’t kill, just give a tiny thrill.
She loved her drug of choice. She heard its beckoning voice.
Was the ecstasy surreal? It seemed to help her heal.

Head bent, she faced the judge and prayed he wouldn’t budge.
His verdict was five more. Could she get just one more score?
His digital glare screamed “No!” She knew that it must go.
She began to weep and wail. Without chocolate, life is jail.

Grandma
Three Word Wednesday. is a meme that challenges writers to create something using three selected words. This week’s words are descent, kill and surreal. Click on the link to view other entries or submit your own.

Details

Posted on January 17, 2011 1:41 am under Microfiction
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My eyesite is far from perfect and I frequently use the browser’s zoom feature. I did that today to see the details in the upper left hand corner of the picture. This week’s microfiction came from those details. I used my image software to make them a bit more visible here.



Beautiful view and a tree large enough for a growing family. It had seemed perfect. The real estate agent never mentioned the violence.

Grandma



Microfiction Monday offers a new image each week and a challenge to write a story of 140 characters or less. Click on the image to see other entries. Why not try your own?

Darkness

Posted on January 16, 2011 1:11 am under Story Ideas
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The sky was still dark and Henry struggled to fit the tiny key into the lock. A simple task, when the street light worked. Bet Grandpa never had this problem. In his day, Whitcomb’s Groceries had a sturdy wood door that opened with a large ornate key. Now Henry regretted his decision to replace the old door. He tried again and the key ring slipped and clattered onto the sidewalk. As if it were a signal, the neighborhood dogs began their morning chorus, yelps spreading from one canine to the next in an ever widening circle. Above their din, he heard the pounding of feet on the sidewalk. He grabbed the keys and quickly made another attempt to open the door. Suddenly a blinding light shone directly into his face.

“Does that help?”

Panic subsided as he recognized the soft voice.

“Perhaps if you direct it towards the lock.”

“Oops! Sorry about that, Henry.” The beam slid down to the keyhole. In seconds, the door opened.

“Thanks, Miss Connie.”

“Glad I could help, Henry.”

She directed her light towards the sidewalk and continued her morning run. Henry watched until she disappeared from view. He was suddenly aware of his chilled hands and moist face. It was the damp air, of course. “Even you don’t believe that”, he told himself. “You were scared. Really scared.” Entering the store, he basked in the warmth and light. Darkness transformed everything, even sweet Miss Connie. Tired of city life, she’d moved here two years ago. The normally reserved residents had quickly accepted her. The ladies loved her sincerity and willingness to help with every church function. The men noticed this as well, although her pretty face and trim figure were the first things that caught their eye. A car passed outside. Jolted from his thoughts, Henry began to prep the coffee carousel. The morning crowd would be here soon.

Connie circled around the park and started back home. The sun was rising and the streets began to show signs of life. She called a greeting or waved her hand as residents appeared, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was focused on revenge.

Grandma

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Three Word Wednesday. is a meme that challenges writers to create something using three selected words. This week’s words are harmless, moist and yelp. Click on the link to view other entries or submit your own.

Crossing

Posted on January 12, 2011 2:37 am under Photos
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Stereotypically Yours

Posted on January 9, 2011 8:48 pm under Microfiction
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He was the strong silent type. Helpless in his steely arms, she knew that resistance was futile. Clichétte surrendered to the inevitable.

Grandma



Microfiction Monday offers a new image each week and a challenge to write a story of 140 characters or less. Click on the image to see other entries. Why not try your own?