The Favorite Joe built Tommy in his 9th grade wood sculpture class. As Joe was an artist in his soul, he allowed the wood to shape itself into what it was meant to be – Tommy emerged. Made of cherry wood from a tree limb pruned from one in his back yard, Joe made the…
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Thursday Inspiration 37 — Internal Coil
Internal Coil Built by the hand of God With tender loving care Kindly puppetmistress Programmed to love and share. They say I am alive I move by inner spring When things are going well I wind up and I sing When wound up with your spite Trapped in your glittered eyes Kind puppetmistress fades Myself…
#FF Bright Anchor
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields He was a colorful speaker; a man whose spirit caught others on fire; an anchoring icon to his community since moving to it fifty years ago. It was those abilities that caught the attention of leaders of the new fascist regime. They needed a man like him. On a Sunday afternoon in June,…
What do you see? # 10 — The Time Clown
Copyright: ALEXEY AVDEEV This-es and thats for the year complete Gathered with care, for Time Clown’s feat Put on strings he makes them rise As soon they’ll say goodbye Old makes way for new With hope so true This New Year Comes with Cheer Sadje is the host of What Do You See? Sadje’s prompt…
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #47 — Burning a Bridge
Hen was the middle child and had sisters just a year older and a year younger, both of whom grew into great beauties by their early twenties. In order to compete with her sisters, she developed her sharp intellect into verbal riparte that could mesmerize even the most smitten away from the object of their…
#FF — The Price of Freedom
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook On summer afternoons, teenagers walk past, laughing and chasing each other, most times oblivious of our existence as anything other than a pile of rocks. Occasionally one will say, “Look at that pile of rocks!” How cavalier young people of today are! They wouldn’t believe it if we told them…
What do you see? #9 Two Against the World
Image Credit: yo Jumba had lived in the forest alone ever since poachers had wiped out her entire herd. Jumba had been asleep on the moss near the stream when the ambush in the meadow occurred or she would have also been killed. Jumba was just old enough to have been weaned or she may…
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