There was no way across the yard except the clothesline. Froggie shimmied up the pole and carefully grasping the line, inch by inch he crept. Stealthily he made his way across.
Until suddenly, wham, he bumped his head. “Hey! What are you doing here?” Frog asked the Plushie Panther who was crossing the same line, heading in the opposite direction. “Move out of my way!” Froggie yelled. Continue reading “Inch by Inch – A Plushie Tale”
For Dylan’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenge: First Line Friday and the first line is:
This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.
The Two Day War
This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. The war began on the 13th. By the 15th it was long over leaving survivors struggling through the aftermath. They were calling it the “Two Day War.” Continue reading “The Day After”
They traveled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives. The trip had been a welcome break from their scientific work. They sat on the bench and watched the sea; and waited. Continue reading “Final Judgment”
For Fandango’s new Flash Fiction Challenge (yeah)
A Jolt for Volt
“Volt! You get back here right now!” Yelled Mother.
Volt just laughed as he ran in the opposite direction.
“You are too little to power yourself up now GET BACK HERE!” Continue reading “A Jolt for Volt”
For Friday Fictioneers, come join in the fun!
Strength of a Rose
Rose gently arranged the flowers in a simple vase.
“Beautiful roses, for my Rose,” he said. “there is strength in their petals. Made of gold they are precious and will never fade or die, like my love for you.” Continue reading “Strength of a Rose”
For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by The Haunted Wordsmith stop over and take a look at some great flash fiction pieces and while you’re there, give Theresa’s stories a read. I promise you will not be disappointed. 😉
This week’s words to go with the photo prompt: Fooling, fooling, too much fooling.” (Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking)
Dressed like a clown, no one paid much notice as she wandered about the fair. She spotted the Ring Master, a pudgy man with taste for young girls, standing near the horses. Solanj skipped lightly to his side, singing to the crowd “fooling, fooling, too much fooling” as she bumped him comically. Continue reading “Nobody’s Fool”
People stood on the street outside the offices of Paranormal Investigations arguing over directions. Heedless of the sullen thrumming coming from the building’s interior, they chattered on. They didn’t even hear the shrieks as the ground split swallowing the entire city block.
character count 280
For Twittering Tales brought to us by Katmyrman.com. Pop on over for some great micro-fiction reads.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
A Wild Lament
She always came out in the late morning. Bathing in the little creek that ran near her cottage. They said she was a witch, but the animals didn’t care, a few of them came every morning to listen as she played her flute. Her song lilted through the crisp morning air, then turning to a slightly mournful score filled with quiet solitude and, perhaps, just a touch of loneliness. It was her offering to the day, a wild lament of the beauty and loneliness of a girl alone with nature. The littlest deer came closer and closer gazing up at her with brown eyes filled with adoration. Continue reading “A Wild Lament”
For Fifty Word Thursday this week is over at Tales from the mind of Kristian
here are the words: From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him
Here is the photo:
He was tall and lean with the ropy strength of tendon, muscle and bone, his hands calloused from years of genuine, hard, work. He demanded nothing of his employees that he did not demand of himself. He was a hard man, but a fair man. Yet from the moment we saw him, most of us lived in dread of him. Perhaps it was his ice blue eyes that could see straight through any lie. Or the piercing pain and sorrow that lay hidden beneath those icy depths even when his face held a smile. But I think it was the statue at his office that we dreaded most. The woman astride a wave, friend to bird and fish and all things of the sea. She held a construction pylon in one hand, a constant, silent reminder of the tragic traffic accident that had taken his wife all those years ago.
Word count 150
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
This week’s Kira’s Sunday Scribble left my in a quandary. I really, really wanted to write a cute little poem about the brave Teddy Bear Brigade. But alas, the picture isn’t saying that to me and it’s screaming louder and louder that if I write some cutesy little piece about it, it will …. well I don’t know what but never underestimate the power of art or Teddy Bears! So, without further ado, Continue reading “Teddy Bears and the Brigade”