She wore a black hood; black as night, dark as death, so she could hide among the shadows in the alley, the blind spots behind lampposts, and in the corners of your room. When your heart missed a beat, and your breath wouldn’t come, know that fear had stolen them for herself.
– Musin’ With Susan’s Macro Moments Challenge #35. Highlighting macro & close-up photography. Photo ©2017 Leara Morris-Clark.
Imprinted memories of a home I’ve never seen flash behind my eyes and my awakening begins. Earth served only as a sort of nursery school. Now it’s time for my extraction, and I am prepared. I scan the horizon for the vessel.
I knew it had followed me and this time I caught a glimpse as the setting sun reflected off the shiny exterior, so I lured it toward the alleyway where my trap laid waiting.
From beneath my net, the small door on what I originally thought was a remote-controlled drone exploded and a little humanoid tumbled onto the concrete.
It stood clumsily brushing itself off before turning to me and shaking a tiny fist while unrecognizable sounds came vehemently rushing out of its scrunched up face.
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 61. Photo prompt by Caleb Woods. WC 86.
Golden glowing of distant shores
Guides the oaring toward something more
Through the silence of the night
Rhythmic waves lap with delight
Carry on for something more
Hope lies ahead on golden shores
A word lit the flame. Hooded figures chanted. The fire grew, and smoke billowed. This world, a failed experiment, would burn to start anew.
– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #19. Photo prompt. CC 139. Photo from Pixabay.com.
She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly