A Very Odd Mark

50 word thrs 3.13.19

A Very Odd Mark

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her. It was too much like the stark formal walls of the asylum. An exceedingly odd place to find a mark but Solanj didn’t question. She waited behind one of the massive stone columns unwinding her bracelet. Continue reading “A Very Odd Mark”


Inch by Inch – A Plushie Tale

50 word thrs 3.7.19

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”

Nobody’s Fool

50 word thrs 2.21.19

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)

Nobody’s Fool

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”

The Statue

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:

50 word thrs 2.14.19

The Statue

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

Fifty Word Thursday # 5 – Gone to Ground

50 word thrs 1.31.19

And here is the phrase: Through April, May and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles and the others. 

Fifty Word Thursday is brought to us this week by tales from the mind of Kristian. Rules are simple, flash fiction in 50 word increments not to exceed 250 words. Come join in the fun!

Gone to Ground

All Spring, there had been no word of John, Ross, Giles or any of the others. Everyone had gone to ground. Mary walked down the innocent looking avenue. To the casual observer she was just strolling, as she mentally noted every exit and entrance. Every window, every camera, every loose brick was noted. They could get in, she was sure of that much. They could find the artifact, probably get out again. The real question was could she do it alone? No, probably not, too much area to watch. She needed help, she needed her team. But where were they?

Word count 100

Til next time ~ Peace ~JPP

Fifty Word Thursday #4

50 word thrs 1.23.19

This week’s 50-word Thursday prompt brought to us by Teresa at the haunted wordsmith    Maybe I needed to learn to stay more alert when traveling in a foreign country” – Lisa Bullard, Turn Left at the Cow.

Herein lies the final entry of my journal, read it well. The Captain continues south, certain that we will find land. The crew does not share his optimism. Food has all gone bad, water supply dwindling; we have little strength left. Wait, what is that noise on deck? Bloody PIRATES!!!

word count 50

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP