Safe

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/my-prompts-1/ Waking up, my blinds brace against the wake up light of the sun. My desolate door squeaks, urging visitors inside my hollow shell. Is it five years since we said our goodbyes? The giggling used to bounce against my walls. It was easier to breathe then. I glance at the for saleContinue reading “Safe”

Characters Places and a Dream

Written for https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/04/19/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-obsession/ The craft of writing is an obsession all authors share. We sit at a computer, or with a notepad, waiting for inspiration. It is difficult to stop. Especially when we have so much revolving around our minds. Characters, places, and a dream to write a book. Last week I went to aContinue reading “Characters Places and a Dream”

I Must Scream

Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2025/04/17/reenas-xploration-challenge-377/ I have no mouth; I must scream. From my glass prison, I observe others. What are they doing? Each shriek of joy mingled with my self imposed loneliness is like a mask of hate. Normally, I push open the window and yell at them to stop. Today there isn’t enough energy toContinue reading “I Must Scream”

Childhood Code

Written for https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/04/16/w3-prompt-155-weave-written-weekly/ Childhood code don’t snitch, increases the load. An adult who understands that’s how hate lands its final blow. A child in fear their harsh words near know there is a way though talking to someone who loves you will keep them safe.

Stranger

Written for https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2025/04/13/wordle-702/ Beams blend into mystic memories. Flicking through a playlist, my thoughts howled like a hound lost in the mist. One moment I remembered the face; remembered my name. Mary. Only my thoughts tripped. A distant howling of hounds, and my mind was trapped. ‘Who are you?’ I pushed away, suddenly afraid ofContinue reading “Stranger”

Simple Prompt

Written for https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2025/04/13/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-362/ With a new lease in her writing, Diana sat at the back; her notebook open and pen whirring across the page. A simple prompt; a dusty stone, with a fossil inside. She wrote of a mother searching the sifting sand for answers. A forgotten postcard, from her dad, in her pocket. WishContinue reading “Simple Prompt”