Written for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge using the word ‘white’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
Tag: Dream
RDP Saturday: wrap
Written for RDP, where Punam asks us
to get creative with the word ‘wrap’.
Thanks Punam! Here’s my take.
The River Of Dreams
Written for Song Lyric Sunday –
“Naturally Flowing Water”
This is my response to the challenge.
From Tiny Seeds
Written for Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story
Prompt #133 – ‘kindness’. This is my tiny story.
Up In Tall Trees
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See # 282
and Esther’s Laughing Along With A Limerick
with the inclusion of the word ‘chill’.
This is my limerick response.
Star Child
Written for Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Challenge #128.
The prompt this week is “dream”. Here is my 6 word story.
My Darling
This is a poem I wrote in 2017 when I first started with WordPress.
Some of you have seen it, some have not. I thought it would be nice
to share it for Christmas Eve. This is ‘My Darling’; I hope you enjoy it.
Make My Day
Dare To Dream: An Ovi Poem
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge 73.
Our inspiration word is “dare”
and this is my ovi.
Lofty Ambitions
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle
has asked us to use the photo below as inspiration
and get creative in 100 words or less, while making
every word count. Here’s my flash.
Imagine if you will a girl, her dog and three hapless friends searching for a wizard to grant their deepest wishes.
People love scrappy little pups. But what if the dog was a mangy seagull with a caw like a rusty fan belt? What if his wish was to crow like a mighty rooster, to wake the townspeople with his majestic “cock-a-doodle-doo“?
The wise and benevolent wizard could not fulfill such hopes but his reassuring message was that everyone’s wishes would come true if only they dared to dream.
I do believe that gull with lofty ambitions dared to dream..
NAR©2024
100 Words
This is “I Gotta Crow” by Mary Martin & Kathy Nolan
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Memories of Me
Written for dVerse Quadrille Monday #206.
Our prompt word is ‘bend; here is my poem.
I long to be myself again,
before the pain began.
Now wistfully staring at
old photos
of a younger me,
lithe with slender arms
and shapely legs
which once did bend
with graceful ease.
Dancing dreams fill my nights;
I want to sleep forever.
NAR©2024
This is “Pretty Ballerina” by The Left Banke
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Wordle: Shadow Man
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle 665
where we are to turn the word salad shown below
into a story or poem. Here is my story.
SHADOW MAN
It was a sense rather than actually seeing … his unmistakable silhouette inching closer to the back of my room. I used to have dreams where I would find myself stuck in a deep well and I would call out to anyone up on the surface for help. He would run to the well and drop a rope over the edge. I would climb up, elated to be rescued! My windswept hair was in a tangle and I reached out to pull him closer, to have him take me into his arms and trail warm kisses down my neck … but he was only a shadow and not a real man. I would awaken, saddened by the thought that my dreams would never come true. But tonight, as I recline on my bed tracing sketches of him on the sheet with my finger, I feel his presence in flesh and blood; I am eager to embrace my mysterious shadow man.
NAR©2024
This is “Golden Years” by David Bowie
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IF ONLY
Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge has challenged us
to write a Six Sentence Story using the word “heart”;
this is my six sentence response.
If only I could touch you,
gently caress your face
and look deeply into your eyes.
If only I could sweetly kiss your mouth
softly like a butterfly on a flower petal
and linger there breathing quietly against your lips.
If only I could run my hands slowly down your arms
and entwine my fingers with yours,
feeling your heart beating against my chest.
If only I could lay beside you
as you run your fingers through my hair,
my bare leg splayed across yours.
If only I could give you my heart
but you are a mere fantasy
and that, I fear, will never change.
If only.
NAR©2024
This is The Platters with “Only You”
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Benvenuto!
It’s time for The Unicorn Challenge!
Jenne has provided the photo below
and asks that we respond with a story
not to exceed 250 words.
Here is my 250-word response.
Russell was tired of my excuses, my insecurities, my hang-ups and what he called “That Sicilian thing that’s 2000 years old”, which would have had more gravitas if I didn’t know it came straight from “Godfather 2″. He was breaking up with me and I was laughing in his face.
He was right, of course. I was a lousy girlfriend and I certainly wouldn’t make him a good wife. I didn’t like sex with him; some of the things he tried to do went on forever and brought me no satisfaction. I was disgusted by what he wanted me to do.
Russell stormed out. Good riddance. That’s when I decided to follow my dream and move to Sicily. Travel arrangements went smoothly and, having spoken previously with the people where I’d be staying, I knew getting accommodations would not be a problem.
My plans came together quickly. I packed a carry-on; more than that I wouldn’t need. In the morning I called for a taxi. Four hours later I was flying across the Atlantic on my way to the town of Erice. The place where I was staying was ancient, located on the top of Mount Erice, far from the useless worries of life. No cares, no distractions.
The bus dropped me off at Sorelle Povere*. My knock on the door was answered by a smiling older woman.
“May I help you?” she asked.
I told her my name.
“Ah, our newest novitiate!” she declared. “I’m Sister Rosella. Benvenuto! Welcome!”
NAR©2024
250 Words
*Sorelle Povere translates into Poor Sisters. The entire name is Sorelle Povere di Santa Chiara Monastero Sacro Cuore which means Poor Sisters of Saint Clara Sacred Heart Monastery, an order of nuns in the town of Erice.
This is “Only The Good Die Young” by Billy Joel
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