16 Wednesday Mar 2022
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Smoke rises above As water turns into mist Coveting mountains
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 401 SMOKE and Water.
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24 Thursday Oct 2019
Posted in Haiku, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Smothered, with dense smoke
Water seeks the air, breathless
Nature suffocates
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #276 Smoke & Water
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03 Friday May 2019
Posted in Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt
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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please visit the link above to find out more about the challenge, then join in the great fun!
Only yesterday he was himself, quite human, a regular guy, who had everything he needed. Today, things had changed. He awoke to a deafening noise, the sounds of gears turning, and electric pulses, the likes of which created a spark and flame about him. He laid as still as could be, afraid to make the slightest move. It was then he realized the noise was coming from him. He sat up, barely able to straighten himself. Something was blocking his movements, and it was something unnatural, this much he knew.
Looking at his arm, he saw what he thought were robotics, in a gleaming gold, running down to his wrist. In between, wires of some sort, held the pieces together. Parts of his arm were missing, but he felt no pain.
“I must be dreaming”, he thought to himself.
Trying not to move too quickly, he adjusted his head to gaze at his torso. Metal plates made their way down one side of him. His entire right side was now gone, pieces of his flesh no longer appeared where they should. Instead, he had become a robot, a monster in his own eyes. His eyes. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He could feel a heaviness on his face and could only conclude part of his face had also been changed. Damaged. He was no longer human. He was a freak. A mechanical freak. But why?
“Wake up, stupid!” He tried to will himself out of this nightmare.
But it wasn’t a nightmare. It was all real. During the night, the invaders had found him and taken him over. He had only heard of them through stories told by the old ones. Usually, he’d just slough it off as nonsense, but now he realized he should have listened more carefully. The question was what could he do about this predicament?
The electricity he was emitting was causing the room to flame. Smoke and fire surrounded him, as if he was being welded together….and he was. He couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there. His only saving grace was he couldn’t feel anything.
And he wondered, had he always been this way…
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28 Sunday Oct 2018
Posted in October Writing, OctPoWriMo, Poetry
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A vision appears in the dark of night
Rather gnome like or perhaps ogre
Simply floating about, blocking
What lies ahead of me, still
I ignore, best I can
This apparition
It plays games
Abhorrent
Loathsome
Thing
It
Tries me
Go away
You quite bore me
And I know better
I remain here, watching
It dissipates in the air
Swirling about, creative mist
A cloud of smoke no longer inhaled
But exhaled, letting it escape my soul
October Writing Prompt – Abhorrent apparitions – Day 28/31
OctPoWriMo
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28 Thursday Sep 2017
Posted in Fiction, Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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The fire burned out of control, ignited by a single spark. It was a simple flick of ash that swallowed everything in its path. Flames erupted, hissing and spitting, taking the land with it. As more and more embers sparked, my eyes caught a glimpse of her standing there, cloaked in black. She looked frozen in time, out of place among the raging inferno. I called out to her, but she ignored me. Perhaps she didn’t hear me. I called again. She seemed startled, not knowing someone else had been close by. She kept her head down and her hood over her face so I could not see her. I walked closer to her, but the heat from the flames pushed me back. Yet, she stood there, unaffected by the destruction occurring around her. There was a flash, an explosion, as the fire hit a gas line. I looked again, and couldn’t find her. Suddenly, there was a calm, an almost autumn like breeze brushing by me. The fire tamed, leaving behind a plume of smoke, where once she stood.
Writing Prompt: The Embers Erupted – Day 28/30
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