February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt from https://mythsofthemirror.com

 

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Snow Storm

Molly the elephant lay dreaming

of a snowstorm, a blue dolls house stuck in a tree.

Tiny white mice huddled there on the roof.

“Fear not, I will set you free…”

She pushed and shoved with all her might

The tree held fast to mice and house.

A voice was heard from high above

“There is no need to shake with all your might

The mice can climb upon your back

to safety, you can carry.”

All night she trudged through deepening snow

the morning light was waking slow.

The blue house stood to the right

windows burning bright beneath the tree of evergreen.

Her family waking, lived outside.

Her dream she told, her mother smiled,

“There are no mice outside this house…”

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Shoes… #FlashFiction

 

 

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Shoes

My son decided he would take me out for the day

He wouldn’t tell me where.

We drove for a while and soon enough

I could smell the sea.

After lunch, we took a stroll down the local high street

Dragging me into a toyshop, crammed to the rafters and I worried I might be buried alive. I found a gold and blue trinket box.

The young man serving said it was a wishing box.

“Write your wish on a bay leaf”, he said. “And place it in the box.”

I had no desire to engage, so I paid with a smile.

Back home, I decided to give it a go. What did I have to lose?

Keep it small, I thought. I had seen a pair of suede shoes, over my price range and was hoping they would come down in price with the help of the wish.

I have my shoes now. The next day I almost broke my ankle when the heel snapped. I wondered, nursing my ankle, was it the wish or the box?

Where did the misfortune come from?

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#Writephoto: Untrodden…

https://scvincent.com/2018/11/29/thursday-photo-prompt-untrodden-writephoto/

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Untrodden

Is there any place on earth that can claim to be untrodden?

The darkest regions of the Amazon would have had creatures crossing back and forth at some time in our history.

It is the same for the oceans, deep and dark, not made for man. Yet something lives there.

I believe it is the same for the planets that man cannot reach.

The cracks, the waterways, could someone have walked there long ago?

Our history goes back further than we can truly know. I have to wonder if there is a virgin untrodden ground anywhere in our universe. Yet give me a patch of untrodden snow, I will stop and think.

No footsteps, untrodden, pristine, white. My mind tells me the snow that has fallen today, made by frozen rain, has been with us since time began. It has fallen many times before and will keep falling, it is not new.

However, this beautiful patch of diamond carpet of fresh snow has no footprints. I will tread there and leave my mark. Just in case there is a chance, some small part is yet untrodden in some distant past…

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#Wordle 379

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Karma

I dread the frost chill of morning

My thoughts twist like barbwire

Remembering the shock, the life I took.

Each time the same face before me

Blood on my hands.

I wish someone could help me to understand.

Stuck between nightmare and reality

I can no longer filter the truth.

Did I do this dreadful thing?

I tell myself it must have taken

Place in some other timeline.

Karma I have to work through

A memory I cannot shake.

It clings to me, fills every pore.

There is no way to mend this dreadful deed

How can I give back a life taken?

I sleep each night, hoping it is in my past

I pray to God it isn’t something yet to come…

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99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

This weeks prompt is Into The Dark...

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Lights

I watched as my soul sailed into the dark,

the thinking animated part of me disappearing.

A black cloud held me in a bubble,

my mind washed clean, my muse shut out.

There was no way for me to know

how long the darkness would last.

Would my muse be able to find her way back to me?

Would I pick a pen, touch my keyboard;

find those words to place inside a new cover?

It wasn’t too long before the scales dropped from my mind,

soon I could see beautiful lights

sailing across the blue black dark horizon…

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