Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
I kept them all. Rejection. And I took them to heart.
I used them to build a foundation. I will always remember where I came from because I am standing on it even now.
When the first acceptance letter came I reread them. When more rejection letters come I will add them to the pile.
– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #134. Photo prompt and 280 characters or less. CC 280. Photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com.
She did not wait for me.
– Written for Worcester Public Library six word story challenge. WC 6.
“Of all the things I said and all the things I thought to say, I know now the one thing I should’ve.” He read the words scrawled on a single page by a shaky hand. “I am proud of you.” This was the only message in the journal that arrived a week after his estranged father passed.
– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #130. Photo prompt and 280 characters or less. CC 279. Photo by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com.
“Only time will tell,” she said with a smile and mischievous wink.
“Oh, well we’ve got nothing but time,” I replied while spinning the hands backwards.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 165. Photo prompt by Stijn te Strake. WC 40.
The light shines
And guides or blinds
The way is set
A back turned on the past
Passed regret
A marked heart
Bound to forget
Circumstance or chance
We all start the same they say
To justify the greed
When denying the need
Hate to help
A handout perpetuates
The cycle
The path
Is a thin line and
Quicksand doesn’t discriminate
Toss a coin to determine fate
Born too early or born too late
Not exactly born with a clean slate
– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #86. Word and photo prompt. Word prompt was “hate”. Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.
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
– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #76. Word and photo prompt. Word prompt was “golden”. Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.
