Mumu’s cottage was a house of wonder, open to all who cared to enter. Little Yu Yang loved it best. She would sit looking at the artifacts collected over Mumu’s long long lifetime. Yu Yang loved the stories Mumu would tell. Continue reading “Long Ago Along the Silk Road”
Why are you smiling?
on a dark cloudy day
when the sun is not shining
and there’s nowhere to play
Why are you smiling
a joke I couldn’t hear
or is it because you
know how I care
When I smile back
I see the whole world
in your eyes
word count 50
For 50 word Thursday brought to us this week by Teresa at thehauntedwordsmith
The inspirational words: “Why are you smiling?” River Dixon, Beyond the Field
Til next time ~Keep Smiling ~JPP
For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by talesfromthemindofkristian.
Flash fiction in increments of 50 words, inspired by photo and words:
“How could anyone be tired of London?” – Bizarre London by David Long
A Lady’s Jewelry
How could anyone grow tired of London? Tonight’s symphony was an epic event, attended by diplomats and royalty. The mission was simple, kill Governor Tuck … quietly. Continue reading “A Lady’s Jewelry”
For 50 Word Thursday – hosted this week by Teresa at thehauntedwordsmith
Rules:
**Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
**Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
**Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
**HAVE FUN!
Grindylow Below
“You’d better hurry, they’re about to start.” Jane beckoned Charlize toward the spot at the end of the track. “They’re just about to hit the water run.” Continue reading “Grindylow Below”
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”
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”
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 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”
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:
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
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
Wide Eyed Wonderings 