Emme looked around. The room was filled with black robed figures whose faces were hidden behind conical hats. One of them shut the door and the rest stood behind a woman in a blood red robe. Emme sucked in a deep breath. Her heart pounded and her entire body tingled. This can’t be happening. “Esmaralda
50 Word Thursdays # 12 The rules Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find
One-Liner Wednesday If you would like to participate in this prompt, feel free to use the “One-Liner Wednesday” title in your post, and if you do, you can ping back here to help your blog get more exposure. To execute a pingback, just copy the URL in the address bar on this post and paste
Stock Photo Challenge Don Massenzio will post a new stock photo each week on Wednesday morning. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story, poem or other type of prose of 100 words or less and post it on your blog. If you leave the link for your blog post
“Do you see that? Isn’t it beautiful the way the moon shines though it?” Emme asked Ben. “Yeah, I see that dumb cow weather vane. Ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout it,” Ben replied. Emme couldn’t believe it. Were they looking at the same thing? Did she have the gift? Is that why she saw it and
50 Word Thursdays # 11 The rules Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find
Stock Photo Challenge Don Massenzio will post a new stock photo each week on Wednesday morning. You mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story, poem, or other type of prose of 100 words or less and post it on your blog. If you leave the link for your blog post
Those eggs must be special. Kids hunted for them every year. “Mom, I want to go on the egg hunt, Molly said. “Absolutely not. You know humans are afraid of us. If they see you, we’re all in grave danger.” “But Mom.” “I said no. Now go to your room. We’ll go out later and
There was so much to do, it overwhelmed her. Bills, farm duties, chores, shopping, the list went on. Bella screamed and threw her hands in the air, she needed to get away. Bella ran down the path leading to her favorite spot. Nestled far from the farm, a tranquil lake that gave her immense pleasure.
50 Word Thursdays # 10 The rules Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find
