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.
“Mind your head,” they said, “or you may end up dead,” they said.
Cheerfully, I acknowledge the caution sign as it was just as they had said.
Funny, I still don’t mind my head; I say what I think instead and carry on my way without an ounce of dread.
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 230. Photo prompt by
K. Mitch Hodge. WC 67.
those mushrooms…
There came a fork in the yellow brick road, so I took the rainbow path less traveled and left Kansas far behind.
A quaint and eerily welcoming chapel materialized at the end of the line and beckoned me to its door.
The tiny Irish preacher invited me in, then he offered me a pint of emerald green lager along with some advice: “Always be a first-rate version of yourself and not a second-rate version of someone else, oh and you probably shouldn’t have eaten those mushrooms.”
– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 184. Photo prompt by Dave Herring. WC 90.
She wrapped her scarf and sighed visibly in the morning air.
On the recurring drive, she replayed the first visit. Tubes, wires, alerts of all kinds overwhelmed them.
The season closed with a new beginning; baby is finally coming home.
– Written for YeahWrite Microprose Challenge #434. Prompt was to tell a story in exactly 40 words that evokes a specific season without using the names for that season.
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 backward.
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.
Leara writes and other creative things... 