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.
Whaddya say Ace?
Just came in from outer space?
Said you left without a trace
For a better someplace
But landed on this rock instead,
Failed plan to get ahead —
Not the best place to lay your head,
Though sunsets from here are aces.
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #77, prompt was “ace.” WC 44. Photo from Wikimedia Commons. Learn more about the ACE Mission here.
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.
Dome complete. Mars is Earth II.
– Written for Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge #55. Prompt was “plot.” WC 6. Photo from Pixabay.
Inseparable since birth. Telepathically shared thoughts and interchangeable feelings; we are only our obligation to our new home. Survive, repopulate, and solidify the allegiance with Earth.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #70. Prompt was photo. WC 13. Photo from Cloudmind.info. Read part one, Gemini Redemption, here.
The war was over. That was what the public saw. They were not privy to the raging storms that carried on inside the minds of those who were still living on the front lines. Virtual battles had real consequences, galaxies destroyed in the name of peace.
– Written for YeahWrite.me: microstories #282. Prompt sentence, “The war was over.” WC 46. Photo by Wikimedia.
The challenge will end next Thursday night, September 1, at midnight.
This micro fiction was written in response to a challenge by Jane Dougherty using the painting below and the prompt “Far far away.”
I had several inquiries about furthering the story, so I thought I would open it up as a writing challenge for other writers.
Read the following story and write your own ending. Post it on your blog, create a pingback, and add your link to the collection below by clicking on the blue frog button.
Be sure to read the other entries as well. We all enjoy feedback.
I am not going to give a specific word count but just try not to write an entire novel 🙂 The challenge will end next Thursday night, September 1, at midnight.
This is my first time hosting a challenge, so if I forgot anything please let me know!
I am excited to see where this will go. Have fun!
The Golden City shone in the distance like the sun lighting my way. The clouds attempted to close in on it but to no avail. Even in the night, it glowed and it was like day.
The radiant structures guided me like a northern star. I kept my eyes fixed on the marvel resting on the horizon. I felt its power within me. Sometimes I thought that perhaps it was a dream.
The legend foretold of a city of gold where miracles were common, and heavenly beings resided. There was also a prophecy of a chosen child who would rise up to lead them all.
My birth came two years after the ship landed and my ancestors built The Golden City to make their home on this planet.
I was born in the city, the first conceived of human and celestial beings. My existence began as a sign.
The ruling elite became corrupt with power over humans and began a campaign to eliminate what they saw as a threat. A caring elderly couple took me from the city to protect my life. They raised me as their own in a farming village.
My time has come. The Golden City calls.
– Original micro fiction challenge written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #10: Far far away. Painting prompt by Theodor Kittelsen. WC 200.
It has been three moons since last we spoke.
I wonder if you have longed for me.
Do you imagine me where you are?
Your hand in mine and we said goodbye.
We promised each other forever.
But, is the deep of space just too far?
I turn my eyes toward the night sky,
Always watching for a sign, a trace.
Three moons; I’ll wish on another star.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #43: Trilune. Photo from Wikimedia.
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