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Maybe – #100wordstory – #JuneWriting

18 Tuesday Jun 2019

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Sitting cross-legged, and with a carefree spirit, she summoned him over. Then had second thoughts. What if he was some mad man? It was too late now. He was making his way toward her, and she wasn’t in a position to get up quickly and run. Mustering all the courage she had, she waited for him to arrive.

“Where you motioning to me?” he asked.

“Um, no, I mean, yes, I mean, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I see. Well, I’ll be on my way then.”

“No, wait a sec. Maybe, this was meant to be.”

Maybe not….

 

June Writing Prompt – Sitting cross-legged, and with a carefree spirit, she summoned him over – Day 18/30

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My Curiosity ~ #poetry

22 Monday Apr 2019

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I watch him row, against fiery light
Just a silhouette, of a man, in a boat
Moving his paddles, left and right
On the calm river waters, he floats

I wonder, has he a care in the world
Or is he trying to escape, from the past
The fronds about him blow, unfurled
Still, he remains this silent outcast

Each night, it’s the very same thing
He rows by, while the sun starts to set
Sometimes, I think I hear him sing
But most likely, it’s the wind’s quartet

Rustling through the broken air
Creating just enough sound to be heard
Unlike the man in the boat, unaware
My curiosity of him, he has stirred

 

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The Unknown Face – #poetry – #AprilWriting – #NaPoWriMo

13 Saturday Apr 2019

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Ivy shrouds a tiny house, made of glass and metal

Inside, a boy, so very small, tries his best to settle

Knowing danger is lurking, a face he does not know

Watching him, he tries to hide them, from this foe

Fairies flitter about him, dodging his every move

Surely, they know, this menace need be reproved

Carefree sprites, they continue, to taunt the face

Hoping, soon, he’ll forget, how he found this place

Perhaps, he’s a small one, separated from his own

Fearful for his tiny ones, of this he’ll not condone

And so the light, in the home, stays lit, without a fire

Never to wait in darkness, they begin to conspire

Wondering how to deal with what has them mystified

The man, with an unknown face, waits patiently outside

 

April Writing Prompts – Phosphorescent filaments – Day 13/30

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