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.
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.
“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.
I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed. I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there? “Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full. … Continue reading “At the Well”
I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed.
I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there?
“Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full.
“How did you…it takes three times for that container.”
I stared at refreshing water inside the vessel. “Have faith. You’ll do great things.”
I looked up. He was gone.
Somehow, I now held the bucket. I opened my eyes. Morning rays infiltrated my room.
– Written for Carrot Ranch March 21, 2019 Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompt was “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water. What is the condition of the water and what is the bucket for? Drop deep into the well and draw from where the prompt leads!” WC 99. Painting by Nathalie Villeneuve at Pause and Paint.
A rose for a beauty, a fair trade, I say!
My temper bests me. I like things just so, but I am no beast. I simply do not tolerate their standards for women.
I love you.
Take courage and my hand. Confess your heart’s desires. They shall become mine.
– Written for YeahWrite.me Microprose Challenge #356. Prompt was to retell a fairy tale. WC 49. Photo by Brigitte Werner, from Pixabay.
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.
– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #110 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 14. Prompt was “the girl that wore the black hood.” WC 52. Photo from MaxPixel.
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.
– Written for YeahWrite.me Microprose Challenge #312. Prompt was to answer the question “What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?” WC 42. Photo from Pixabay.
Leara writes and other creative things... 