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Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

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Approx 15-20 Minute Read

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon .


“Come on!” He urged. She winced from the feedback in her headphones.

“Do you know what time it is?” She asked, exasperated. The time read: 2:14am. Continue reading Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver 116- The Moon 04.21.17

Fiction Friday 4/14/17 Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #160

Hi, welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #160.

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Her lungs ached from the climb up. She turned, and before her was a stunning sight. She shifted her weight to her right hip and etched this landscape into her memory.

“It was as if I was on top of the world…,” Her mom had described while laying sick in her hospital bed, at the end of the life and wanting to tell her shy sheltered girl her adventures.

Carrie was only 14 when her mom passed away. She bounced around from her father, to his family, to her mother’s family, which she liked being around because it reminded her of her mom. It infused her with happiness and positivity that she just didn’t absorb with her father’s family.

Carrie sat down, tucking her coat under her butt. Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a medium sized drawing  pad and began to sketch what she saw. She used a crazy long pencil that had ruler markings etched onto it to her help her line up her vanishing points and anchor her perspectives.

Time seemed to pass slowly as the sun went down and the sky darkened. Still, Carrie sketched on. After a couple of hours, she stood up and stretched her legs and looked at her pad. Satisfied with what she saw on it, she nodded and with that began the journey down to the bottom.

She flashed to one of the last memories she had with mother…

Carrie sat at an angle at the side of her mother’s bed so that she watch her sketch. She faded in and out of consciousness, sometimes speaking, other times reaching out and patting her twice. 

She could hear her mother rustling next to her. She turned and was greeted with her warm green eyes. Carrie smiled. Her mother returned her smile and squeezed her elbow.

“That is just simply stunning baby girl,” her mother had rasped. Carrie shrugged. 

“Be proud of your work Carrie, you are constantly learning and growing and evolving. I love you and am proud of you at every stage of your life because you are constantly discovering yourself, scrapping the old you and reemerging tweaked and different in better, positive and beautiful way.”

That was the most Carrie had heard her mother say in one clip in an extremely long time. Her mother held her hand to her chest but stared her straight in the eye to drive her point home. She smiled and leaned down towards her mother, kissing her on either side of her face.

“Thank you mom, I love you too.”

Carrie turned back to her pad and twirled her pencil in her hand, trying to decide where to dive back into. Her mom rubbed her back until she fell back asleep. 

She had sketched so effortlessly and beautifully that day. It was still some of the best work she had done by far. Carrie had felt that feeling today sketching, another goal besides actually making it up there.

What a great day. Her mother would be proud.

 

 

Fiction Friday Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.

150 Words, 2 Min Read

Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17.,  where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.

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Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.

FICTION FRIDAY 12/30/2016

2,549 Words

10-12 Minute Read


Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #135 “December 26th, 2016” writing challenge. The words I used: Sound | Terminal |Rum Cull | Knife |Gutter | Fabric | Discolor | Gloss | Jackboot | Passal |Stroke | Impatience

This is a continuation of a previous Wordle post. Click this link to read the previous chapter. 

This week’s entry:

Cori felt nothing underneath her. She knew her eyes were open but still she could see nothing but blackness. She reached out her arms and legs and touched nothing. Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY 12/30/2016

Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016” writing challenged.  The words I used: Mute | Tidewater | Wisteria | Step | Bibliotaph | Guts | Breeze | Faceless | Sharp | Penetralia |

This week’s entry:

“Cori, look out the window,” her father said.

She looked up from her book and her eyes were met with a scene so picturesque. Their car followed a narrow winding path on a cliff. On the left was a treacherous mountain that looked like rocks could come tumbling down any moment. Cori marked her place in her book, Tidewater, and opened the window, sticking her head out. Her mother fussed at her to get back inside, but she ignored her and stuck her narrow figure further out.  Across from them was an identical pathway on a cliff but in the opposite direction, a dense lush forest bordering the opposing path. She wished they were driving on the other side, closer to the trees. Below each cliff  was a rushing river with large rocks jutting out. Cori squinted her eyes and off in the distance she swore she saw someone in a canoe or a kayak, battling the water with a neon paddle.  Continue reading Fiction Friday 11/18/2016

Fiction Friday 10/7/2016

Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  prompt Tale Weaver # 88 Talisman, October 6, 2016.


Katie pushed the door open and floated down  the steps, bypassing sweaty bodies. Soon she stepped in to the street to avoid the throng of people. Horns honked at her but she didn’t care; she was free from her 1-4 Friday lab. It was a beautiful fucking day and she was going to enjoy it.

“Hey Katie!” Someone called. She didn’t bother turning around to be bothered by someone from the building she’d just left. She was too eager to get away.

Soon enough she heard footsteps running towards her. She turned to see Graysen, an averaged height kid from her senior class who had dark hair with eyes to match his name, wearing jeans, a 3-button t-shirt, and Converses that matched his eyes. On top of that he wore circle glasses and carried a little pouch of necessities like hand sanitizer, tissues, first aid supplies, and Benedryll. It was kind of eerie and otherwordly to take him all in. She’s had classes with him since they first started school as kids.

“Hey, Katie, I’m glad I was able to catch you before you took off,” he said, smiling.

“Lucky you,” she mumbled, looking irritated. Just what she needed: someone to pester her on this gorgeous day. Continue reading Fiction Friday 10/7/2016