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Written for Song Lyric Sunday –
“No Place Like It”
This is my response to the challenge.
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #733. Our host
is Brenda Warren and these are our prompt words:
thistles, horns, stiff, treat, wee, chirping, fit,
down, stick, blushing, out, and moment.
Hereβs where the prompts took me.
Written for OLWG #395 where this week the three
prompts are 1) carving out a niche; 2) I suppose;
3) no doubt about it, as well as Melissa’s Fandango
Flash Fiction Challenge #298, FOWC βsunriseβ, FOWC βbotherβ,
FOWC βauntβ, FOWC βfascinatingβ, FOWC βfolksβ, FOWC
βdecisionβ and FOWC βinfiniteβ. This is my story.
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration
to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. This is my flash.
Written for Six Sentence Story where this week
we are challenged to use the word βfaintβ
in a story of exactly six sentences. Hereβs mine.
After the boating accident, I returned to New York but didnβt have the heart to stay in the condo where Kevin and I used to live; I drove to my parents’ beach house in Amagansett, leaving the apartment untouched, thinking to return one day when I summoned the courage.
Too many memories and sleepless nights at the beach house brought me no comfort or closure …. an impossibility since Kevin’s body was never recovered …. and I now found myself back in Manhattan staring up at the window of my old condo and seeing ghosts β¦. ghosts of Kevin.
An overwhelming force drew me closer and I slowly entered the building and climbed the stairs to the apartment we once shared. Approaching the door, I could hear faint music, laughter and the sound of familiar voices; a man and a woman were inside, unaware of my presence as I stood outside the door for what seemed a lifetime …. and in that passage of time I knew beyond a doubt who they were.
Blood pounding in my head, I raised my fist to knock on the door, then stepped back.
Resolutely and silently, I walked away.
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This is βGhost Behind My Eyesβ by Ozzy Osbourne
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Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are encouraged
to get creative in 250 words or less using the photo prompt
as inspiration. This is my 2nd story of Harvey and Fiona.
For another look at the 1st installment, click here.
Harvey and Fiona were as different as a gorilla and a swan but they had an undeniable chemistry and started falling in love. No one was more surprised than Fiona .β¦ except her parents.
There was a major obstacle her parents couldnβt overlook β Harvey was Jewish. Fionaβs very Irish-Catholic father hated Harvey, calling him βChrist killerβΒ and βkikeβ.Β Her mother was crushed. βJesus, Mary and Joseph! Canβt you see heβs no good for you? I donβt trust him, Fina girl!βΒ she warned, crying into her apron. Fiona would not be dissuaded; with a heavy heart she closed the door of her childhood home behind her and never looked back.
Harvey and Fiona were married in city hall, the judge and his clerk their only guests and witnesses. After a weekend honeymoon in Niagara Falls, the couple settled into Harveyβs tiny apartment β a walk-up on the fifth floor with a depressing view of factories and government buildings.
Harvey worked the graveyard shift as a printer at the local newspaper, seven days a week from midnight till 8:00 AM. His fingernails were perpetually stained with black ink. The first morning he came home from work and saw the newly decorated apartment, he yelled furiously at Fiona for spending his money on unnecessary things. Uncaring, he left ink stains on the new bedspread when he sat down to remove his shoes.
Fiona cried silently in the kitchen. Harvey sidled up behind her, kissed a spot below her ear and she leaned into him.
NARΒ©2024
250 Words
This is βLove With The Proper Strangerβ by Jack Jones
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