Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, hosts Prosery, when we are asked to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice.
As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. Our line is“There are moments caught between heartbeats“
There are moments, and then there are moments. There are moments that make you and moments that break you. For a Warrioress of the Way, there are moments caught between heartbeats, like the space between raindrops filled with nothing and everything at the same time. Chalize stood in that moment, silent rain falling yet dry, heart beating but not yet. Her senses beheld her world in crystalline perfection, the glint of the sun on moonstone, the cool hardness of steel beneath her hand, the crunching leaves of steps approaching. Choices to be made, to fight or flee, to live or die. For a Warrioress of the Way life was difficult. Out here away from the temple though it seemed so very precious. In that moment, Chalize made her choice to live a moment more, fight another day. In that moment she turned and ran.
How much Television [alternatively films through the PC/DVD’s or Streamed TV] do you watch per week, month or year?
I don’t watch regularly programmed TV, at all. Haven’t hooked up the cable in over 13 years. We do watch one episode of various old TV shows per evening as part of our night time routine. On Saturdays we splurge and watch a DVD movie. Total less than 7 hours per week. Although now that I read that my inner accountant is going WHOA!!! YOU’RE WASTING 366 HOURS of your year on mindless viewing, surely that time can be put to better use. Hmmmmm we’ll have to see.Continue reading “The Really You Challenge”→
Dear friends, as some of you know that our dear Hélèneused to do this Prompt and after her sad departure, I have felt that this gap needs to be filled. I have decided to take this challenge up and as a trial, I will post 4 challenges for the next 4 Mondays at 12:00 am PST, every Monday morning. And we shall see where to go from there. I hope that you will respond to your posts.
You can write a post on your blog and create a ping back to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. You have six days to respond to the Prompt. I will try to reblog your response on my blog. There is no limit to words or format but keep it family friendly. I will do a round up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted. Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee
I was tagged for the imagination plantation challenge by Di at pensitivity101 for the challenge that originated with Nova Namaste, thanks it was fun. The first thing that struck me was the commotion of the piece and it’s child-like energy. Thus was born a Dr. Seussish little ditty.
A Midsummer’s Day
On a mid summer’s day in the land of Hullabalu Sandy was walking and talking with Booou
“It’s a fine sort of day everyone’s out and about,” Sandy said to Booou raising her voice to a shout
Booou frowned in reply “there’s just too much noise from helicopters and trains from all the girls and boys”
Sandy said “come let’s leave the city’s noisy crowds far behind venture out into the forest who knows what we’ll find.”
That’s just what they did and do you know what they found? No shouts, no horns honking just a whisper of sound
The most beautiful melody lilting along on the breeze the song of the forest wafting soft through the trees
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I tag the following 3 bloggers, should they wish to participate.
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”→
The Ebony Wisps had sharp talons and needle-like teeth. They feared only one thing, birds. The children strung open cages between the buildings inviting the birds to come. The birds loved the new homes and twittered merrily away while dive bombing any Wisp that came within reach.