Wednesday, October 29, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday






Prompt: Was it a knock that had woken her?


Dannika sat up in bed. Was it a knock that had woken her? No one knew she was at the cabin except her aunt. She slipped out of bed and pulled on her jeans. Who’s out there? The cabin had seemed the perfect place to study for finals. No service on her cell phone, no tv, no internet. Now she wasn’t so sure. She ducked into the kitchen, took a knife from the drawer, and went to the front door to make sure the deadbolt was secure.  Just as she peeked through the drapes, she heard a woodpecker tap-tap-tapping. Phew!






Sunday, October 26, 2014

Noisy Birds




Can you identify these birds? They are sandhill cranes. During the summer months they fly overhead every morning on their way to the marsh and fly back in the afternoon. They’re noisy!


Flying Fish Wives

From inside the house
I hear the cranes
Flying overhead.
Chatter-prattle
Jabber-twaddle
Complaining fish wives
As if they own the sky.


The First Snow Birds

For ten million winters
Sandhill cranes
With six foot wingspans
Have flapped a thousand miles
To forage roots, frogs and worms in a shallow marsh
And dance in the southern sun.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Flash By!




The prompt:  As she searched, her movements were frantic.

 Danny sat in the blind, shivering. The temperature had plummeted at sunset, but he couldn’t leave. Fifteen feet below him, a female grizzly stood erect on her hind legs and sniffed the air. His platform was hidden in branches but his scent must have smelled appetizing.  He whispered a prayer, fumbling with his phone. No service. The bear snorted. She lumbered through the brush, batting aside the saplings . As she searched, her movements were frantic. She raised her immense head and growled.   Moments later, her cub gamboled up to meet her. She nosed it and they both meandered away.   

I wonder what everyone else wrote. Let’s find out!







Monday, October 20, 2014

Escape to the Woods!






Our poetry club went on a fall retreat earlier this month. We sat under the golden aspens and wrote poems for almost an hour. Afterwards, we read our poems and then listened to a friend play his twelve-string guitar. What a treat! I wrote these poems that beautiful afternoon.

#1
Golden leaves flutter
They timidly cling and shake.
Go, little birds. Fly!

#2
Five aspen trees grow from
        A single heart,
Like brothers and sisters playing
        Ring around the rosies.
But none fall down.

#3
In the silence under the trees, I hear the breeze tickle the quakies. I hear the shallow brook rippling over the rocks and I hear my own thoughts. They sound louder, clearer. In the silence under the trees, my voice is a sacrilege.  

#4
As time passes,
The cool breeze tells us it’s getting late.
We have to go back to our busy lives
Or do we?


Thursday, October 16, 2014

Flash!



WonHundred Word Wednesday happened yesterday and I missed it! Better late than never.

Prompt: They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later.

Sixteen year-old Molly McLemore thought genealogy was boring. Names on a census list or statistics on a gravestone—creepy! But Sunday afternoon in the McLemore home had been set aside for family history and now it was Molly’s turn.  As she stared at the computer screen her eyes widened. “Mom, come look at this.” Molly pointed at the monitor. “Look who I found on our family tree. Robert L. Parker.” “Who’s he?” “Don’t you know? Butch Cassidy.” Her mother laughed. “They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later. And you found ours!”


Now check out the others:

jaclynweist.blogspot.com
http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
http://www.myfam-i-lee.blogspot.com/
http://mistglenmoon.net/blog/
http://www.lauradbastian.com/

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday!



The prompt: There was nothing left of the money except

Brad shoved his clothes into the dryer—jeans, shirts, socks, and underwear. Even his college sweatshirt, the one he’d bought when he arrived on campus a week ago. His mother had told him to separate whites and darks but who has time? Brad slipped four quarters in the slot and ran off to class. Mid-Chemistry, he remembered the money. Brad’s stomach tightened. As soon as class ended he hurried back to the laundromat. His clothes lay piled up in a cart. He fingered the pockets of his jeans. There was nothing left of the money except a shiny, clean quarter. 

Now check out the others:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters http://lindzeearmstrong.blogspot.com


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Flash Fiction Fun





WonHundred Word Wednesday!

The prompt : He didn’t understand what he’d done to her, but he would by the time she was finished.


Seth brushed his teeth, getting ready for his date, and glanced up at himself in the mirror. Wisps of unruly red hair protruded over his ears. Emily was right. He needed a haircut. But it was too late.  “Emily,” he called out to his thirteen year-old sister, “could you snip off these loose ends?” She came into the bathroom, her face a frown. “Why should I help you? You called me a dork.” “Yeah. Sorry about that,” he said, handing her the scissors. He didn’t understand what he’d done to her, but he would by the time she was finished. 


Now go check out what everyone else wrote:


Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Wintershttp://lindzeearmstrong.blogspot.com