photo by Chad Michael Ward Mlady Crumpet Chronos has been the reigning kingpin of her flower region for fifty years. Roses, peony, iris, gladiolus, geranium, tulips, and daffodils are her realm. When aficionados want the best, they come to the House of Chronos. Starting her career in the fields as a laborer, she learned the…
Category: fiction
Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019 — Intervention
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com It was Gin’s turn to make dinner for the club. The entree was almost done as they chatted in the kitchen. It was more than chatter. The other six had planned the intervention for Gin, who drank too much, for weeks. She listened and smiled, thinking of the rum…
Dragon Dance
image link cosmic miscreant, rude carapace embered essence, sandalwood face propelled missile, mystic cannon heaven’s myst there came a dragon. amber magnets fused libido writhing tendons stretched to and fro drunk from Amphictyonis’ flagon lust’s contorted dancing dragons threading clouds with golden linings no firewall could quench their pinings immolation poofed they blackened to ash…
#MM — Sunday Writing Prompt — Barking up the wrong tree (long)
“Field of Wild Flowers” Edwina was a city born and raised woman who had dreamed of a bucolic lifestyle ever since she read, “Charlotte’s Web” as a child. Whenever she was feeling stressed she would imagine herself on a small farm, raising a flock of chickens, milking dairy goats, making her own cheese, cultivating a…
#MM Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 6 July 2019 — silly onomatopoeic poetry
pluck pluck pluck go my heart strings honk honk honk your love for me heart wants flip flip flip and sing fingers writhe and match its beat pluck a pretty peach pluck it off the vine honk a funny ditty, tell me that you’re mine flip a shiny coin, glimmer end to end writhe in…
Enough
image from site with info on first prison in VA Government soldiers were told to kill every man in enemy territory and capture all of the women and children. The government was the U.S. and the enemies the Native American First People. Charles had been killing and capturing for a good twenty years now. The…
50 Word Thursday #27 — Do no harm?
“He hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good, even there.” – Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens Baby Nicholas was born in the asylum, the son of Anna, a woman who had been there for a year, and Dr. Phibes, her psychiatrist. The previous year, Anna had gone to the police…
