Stepping Stone

Flash Fiction July, 18 I'm climbing down a cliff, rocks eroded to form a natural sort of ladder, each stepping stone jutting out too sharply to be considered a safe or easy place to land. I've been walking for hours trying to find my way back to civilization; you told me once that to wander…

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Analogue Tales

I had to briefly look up analogue, because while I know the word, I had to go and get a solid definition. It's a weird word to me, not being something I use or even think about in my daily life. Over the last, hmm, ten, twelve years I've been going incrementally more digital in…

NaPoWriMo 16 (pins)

jammed into plaster; notes, pictures and calendar. holding life's details. ----- scattered around the floor, releasing pine fragrance - just for a few days. ----- holding fabric in place: short-term measure for a long-term solution.

As If It Were A Secret

Checking in for Day 3 of Writing 101: Single word prompt. I'm picking secret. I like secrets. Not the deep dark life-threatening kind, or the Pretty Little Liars kind. What I like about secrets is how they're hidden - I know. Hideously obvious. It's their nature though, the way you can make anything like a secret. Or you…

Carved From Stone

My ideas are running low. I really need to do a brainstorm session. Find and invent new things to write about. I remember sitting at my work desk the other day, thinking, no overblown metaphor. Nothing blindingly obvious. Possibly, this was an idea I had but - surprise, surprise, I forgot to write it down. Anyway,…

Craft Time

My students settled at their tables, lured by craft time. As I sat down to supervise, excited chatter was in the air punctuated by the occasional giggle. Weak sunlight streamed in, bouncing reflections off the sparkles a girl was pasting on her card. They were all working so earnestly. prompt here.

Stellar and Lunar: 16

It's a Thursday that feels like a Friday and wants to be a Saturday. This week on Stellar and Lunar... where did everyone go? Did people secretly contribute and I didn't know? Or was it that there were contributions and in the middle of my work-haze I completely forgot? That has been known to happen,…

Poetry 101 Rehab: Couldn’t

commitment - no, i can't. you are not quite enough for me to break the habit. older - yes, i know you're aging. so am i but it still doesn't change my mind. underhanded - i'm sure you think yourself devious. scheme and plan all you like. nothing changes, still. life - it's not long…

A Reunion, of Sorts

She stared at the inbox. Thirty-seven new messages, most of which were store newsletters and new sales offers.This is what happens when you begin dreading email and stop checking.Reluctant, she began highlighting each message, trashing each one as she went. Cosmetics; shoes; new shipment of clothes - she didn't need these emails. In a fit of…

Kindred Spirits

This meeting-up thing is new. They don't spend much time together outside of school and so this is a rarity, as they order their coffees and thread through a plethora of tables for somewhere to sit."I got into uni.""Cool."The first speaker lowers her cup slightly, regarding her companion steadily. "Is that all you've got to…