Worcester City Hall Fire & Ice Art Show

I am a bit late getting this posted because of the holidays and such but I wanted to blog about it before the show ends.

I had two photos selected to hang in the Worcester City Hall Gallery for the theme of Fire & Ice.

Art Gallery/Basement Hallway (to garage)
Worcester City Hall
455 Main Street
Worcester, MA

The show runs from November 30, 2017, through February 2018.

The Spring show is coming up. The theme is “Rebirth.” I am considering entering again. It’s always fun to have art hanging in a gallery. The shows are sponsored by Worcester Cultural Coalition. If you are interested in entering, you can find more information here.

A Creation Experiment

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 Used To Know That

“What’s that smell…HOLY JEEZ, Grandma! The house is on fire!”

Flames climbed the wall engulfing a spice rack and threatening the ceiling.

“I put water on it!”

“It’s a grease fire, Grandma. NO WATER!”

A nearby extinguisher tamed the blaze.

“Ohh, right.” Grandma scrunched her face, perplexed. “I used to know that.”

– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #64. Question prompt, “What is that smell?” WC 52. Image by State Farm. “She Used To Know That” won 1st place in this contest.



I thought the elevator was empty until I noticed a girl. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “You’re the kid from 6B.”

She confirmed.

“You should go downstairs,” She said.

I raised my eyebrows.

The lift came to a convulsive halt.

The fire alarm startled me. “Okay, don’t panic,” I reassured.

I pushed buttons, and the doors creaked open an inch. “I’ll get these open.” I pulled with all my strength.

On the second try, they opened enough that I could slip through. She should go first, I thought, but when I turned around, there was no one there.

I wiggled through. As I cleared the doors, I heard the cable snap and the elevator plummet.

I smelled smoke.

I ran downstairs as firetrucks arrived.

I asked about the girl. The woman from 6B told me that it couldn’t be her granddaughter. She died in a car accident last week.

– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #43. Prompt was “When I got stuck in an elevator with a stranger…” WC 150. Photo from Pexels.com.

Poor Judgement

The molten sphere materialized.

Overwhelming heat caused me to feel feverish.

The solar flares reached out in an undulating motion, retreating and returning closer each cycle.

The pull from its center forced me to realize the gravity of my lapse in judgement.

– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Writing Challenge 261 Question Prompt “What’s on fire?” WC 42
Photo from NASA in the Public Domain.

A Fiery Philosophy

I felt awakened from a stupor.

“What’s on fire?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!?”I thought but gave no reply.

Taxicab privacy screen was locked in place; I have held myself at arm’s length even from my own family, situating interstates and time zones between us.

I was no longer a reactive object to be manipulated.

I granted myself distance and anonymity to write through my struggles.

After determining isolation wasn’t the answer, I succumbed to existentialism and got on with living.

I felt awakened from a stupor.

I put pen to paper, and the spark of inspiration ignited a flame within me.

Sirens blared as firetrucks scrambled, and the curious cabbie drove away from the burning apartment building.

“Where to, Miss?” the driver asked.

“Home,” I replied as if he knew where that was.

“My soul,” I said, “that is what is on fire.”

I smiled at the reflection in the window and admired the blazing trail left in my wake.

– Written for YeahWrite.me Weekly Fiction|Poetry Writing Challenge 261 Question Prompt “What’s on fire?” and Prompt Up previous line combo for fiction. WC 157