The cabin

In a cabin on a sleepless mountain, I woke to birds singing. Then went on a hike to see the autumn leaves. Saw critters dance along the windy path, branches rustling as they go. Then went home to my cabin. I listened to wolves howling at a witch’s moon as I brewed my tea. Nestled into my comfortable sofa while the fireplace was ablaze with a roaring fire. Read a book filled with characters who had found moments of serendipity. Wished for more of my own. Then went to sleep as the crickets sang me a lullaby. I dreamt of countries not yet traveled all night long. Woke the following morning, grateful for the glorious day that I had. Grateful for the one that was just beginning to form amidst an orange globe surrounded by purple clouds.

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Prompted by :

3tc: moon, howl, night

WATA: bottom photo

RDP: Serendipity

Thursday Photo Fiction: top photo, photo by  Sue Vincent

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Heavy Shadows

hidden truths,

hidden secrets,

a burden on my soul.

heavy shadows,

coals in a Christmas stocking

buried in the corners

of my subconscious.

heavy shadows,

hidden truths,

hidden secrets,

left unopened,

left buried,

left unspoken.

Video Credit: ( from you tube) A video with the song and lyrics to

Hiding my Heart by Adele from her album, 21.

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Prompted by:

Song Lyric Sunday: post a song with lyrics about the theme “hidden”

FOWC: prompt

 

Imagination

 

Photo Credit: John Brand

 

Sometimes,

it’s barren,

a desert landscape,

bones scattered.

 

Sometimes,

It’s lush and green,

Sunset beaches,

Horses galloping.

 

 

Sometimes,

It’s an ominous shadow

Lurking in the hallway,

creeping up the stairs.

 

 

She never knows where her

Imagination will lead her,

Until her pen

hits the blank page

And she starts to write.

skull

Photo by Sue Vincent

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Prompted by:

Sunday photo fiction : top photo

Manic Monday: ominous

Thursday photo prompt: bottom photo, photo by Sue Vincent

Weekly Tanka challenge: sunset

 

Fence

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    There was a brick wall she built around her heart. It was thick and tall. Sometimes it felt like her heart was in a castle with a moat around it. She built it after years of anxiety and depression had enveloped her. Only a few trusted friends were allowed in.

The one thing no one knew was that she hoped and prayed that someone special would have the courage to climb over the wall. For years, no one in the herd of  men outside came close enough. Until one day, one man did, and it changed them both for the better.

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo above

Fandango FOWC : fence

RDP: herd

Friday Fictioneers: The Gift

Charles woke up at dawn, thinking “I have to do something .Do better. Be… something.”

He packed up his truck and got his kids. Then they went about making a “she shed” for his wife. It included a shelf of sea shells from their last holiday. When she got home from delivering their baby she was happy and surprised to see it.

Later that year, he was the one that was surprised when she told him the wonderful news. They were having their seventh child. The next day he gave his wife the best present of all, a vasectomy.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo prompt

Ragtime Daily prompts: truck

 

Traffic

I turn left,

turn left,

turn left

once more.

 

Ready for a comeback.

Ready to start anew.

 

But I continue to turn left,

turn left,

turn left,

once more.

Going around and around

in circles

in my mind.

Hoping to exit right.

Praying for a miracle

but the journey continues .

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Prompted by:

Ragtime Daily Prompts: comeback

Fandango’s FOWC: traffic

D’verse pub’s Poetic Tuesday: journey

 

Friday Fictioneers: Ms. Grape

“Ms. Grape. I think that’s what I’d call you. You’ve been with me for over twenty years so I might as well give you a name.” Denise said as she glanced thoughtfully at her reflection in the silver vase.

“I know you’re to blame for my dizzy spells, migraines, forgetfulness and so forth. But I do thank you because you have taught me courage, patience, and hope.”

Then she heard a giggle.

“Sorry. Ms. Grape? Are you sure that’s a good name for a benign brain cyst?” her brother asked.

Smiling, she replied “It’s the perfect name for it.”

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PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo prompt (shown above)