Empyreal Blue Sky

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by, Louise, author of the blog, “The Storyteller’s Abode.” Thank you Louise!

In the empyreal blue sky, I’m hoping I can track your last movement. Like a bloodcrow eager to find some treasure, I’m as fanatic as my feet allow. Perhaps I’d be able to reach your spirit in this quaint town. From my research, I read that your veins run in this part of town. Forget the apathy of some people, I’m hopeful for some aperture where I can throw myself in. You could say it’s an obsession, I’d say that I’m just curious like any admirer of a famous person. I dread the time when I have to stop all these and just accept the fact that you’ll never come back.

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For: FFfAW-Week of 12-08-2015 by Priceless Joy and Wordle #88

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“Miss Grace” and I

This week's photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos).

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos).

“Miss Grace” was my first love
I’ve always drove with my glove
As I buckled my belt and navigate
Miss Grace was a witness to my dates
I knew we’d see visions together
As I knew all her noise and whir
For years and years we were together
Not bad for such an old banger
Humming along the way, lots of places
And every time, I always get a real buzz
Gained lots of experience, with life and love
And sometimes I gave her a strong shove
Now it’s time she rest with dignity
It’s all over our driving spree
Put the drills we’d perfected on the side
I looked at her with such great pride

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy and Wordle #134

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The Guardian Angel – FFfAW-Week of 11-03-2015

This week's photo prompt is provided by Sonya, Author of the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya, Author of the blog, Only 100 Words.
Thank you Sonya!

Remembering Dad on his birthday

The sky’s blue, such a lovely day
I looked at the guardian angel
Standing on top of your grave
I light a candle and thought of you
16 years had passed and still we miss you
Your children and grandchildren have all grew
Dogs bark, chicken cackle, cows moo
While I sit alone singing the blues
Wishing you were still here with us
But nothing was as valuable throughout
Fly to the moon and whatever’s there
Fun memories we shared still in our hearts
Like daisies and daffodils full of pollen
Why must we be so close yet so far apart?
Thinking of you till the snow has fallen

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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That Night – FFfAW-Week of 10-27-2015

This week's photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos)

This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos)

I waited for you all evening and you didn’t come. I wore a nice red gown, I thought you would like it. I put my hair up like what you preferred. We were supposed to celebrate the first day we met, like it was just yesterday. But the candle has burned out and you were still nowhere near me. Where were you, my beloved?

Meanwhile, the sound of the siren from the ambulance was loud and the paramedics were taking a man to the emergency room. He was hit by a car as he hurriedly crossed the street. “I’ve got to be there, she’s waiting for me,” he whispered before he lost consciousness again.

For: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/10/27/fffaw-week-of-10-27-2015/

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I Dream That I Am A Butterfly – FFfAW-Week of 10-20-2015

This week's photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

I dream that I am a butterfly
Typography gets me down, but lets me fly
Fluttering, floating, wandering on high
Lifting my head from between my thighs
Like a flaccid flower in a fairy dance
Birds and bees all got up and left at once
Graceful in the supple haze of the breeze
Enjoying the sun and the summer breeze
Dawn is bright and breezy on the dew
This is the mission for which it is due
Like a gem-flower waving in a wand
The clouds and the wind are in a bond
With muffled music a message is sent
As the jasmine blooms with lovely scent
Now I’m waking up and saying goodbye
It was a lovely experience being a butterfly

exquisite colours
rainbow in a butterfly
pleasurable day

swaying butterfly
like lively ballet dancer
spins with the wind

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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The Life of a Seaman – FFfAW-Week of 10-13-2015

Providing our photo prompt this week is Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.” Thank you Sonya!

Providing our photo prompt this week is Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.” Thank you Sonya!

“One week from now and I’ll be home again,” mused Juan as he finished his work in the engine. It has been 5 months when he was last home. So he’d go home for a month or so, do some other training needed before he goes back to his ship. That has been his life since he was 20. He finished his Marine Engineering and has seen his promotion as the years went by. Now, he could say that he’s reached what he wanted to reach, being the Chief Engineer. But then, he also made a lot of sacrifices for his family, he misses them and they miss him terribly. The children are growing without his physical presence. They see each other 2 or 3 times a year, with just a month each time. Ah, such is the life of a seaman.

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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Miss Saigon – FFfAW-Week of 10-06-2015

This week's photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol!

It must have been more than twenty years ago when we saw “Miss Saigon” at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane in London. I was with my sister and Him Indoors. That time we were still living in Nottingham so we spent the weekend in London to see the show. We didn’t have tickets so we queued before the show, hoping for some returned tickets. While we were on the queue, Jonathan Pryce got out of his car and entered the theatre. We were so happy to see him. The show was amazing. Most of the casts were from the Philippines, which made us proud, especially when there was a standing ovation after the show. Lea Salonga, the lead actor, was brilliant and so were the rest of the cast. We saw them after the show. I was in tears when we left. Made me proud to be a Filipina.

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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If Only – Prompt 79 – Phrase Phase #12 and FFfAW-Week of 9-29-2015

Louise, with the “The Storyteller's Abode” has provided our prompt photo this week. Thank you Louise!

Louise, with the “The Storyteller’s Abode” has provided our prompt photo this week. Thank you Louise!

If only I followed my heart instead of my head
I wouldn’t be living in that shed
If only I went out with Brad instead of Pete
Perhaps my life would be complete
If only I finished my degree instead of eloping with Pete
I swoon over his manly ways and he was sweet
If only I concentrated on my career instead of bearing children
I seem to be forever living with my apron
I would be staying at the cottage house by the beach
The sky began to change from grey to peach
I would be sailing and catching fish with our boat
The water is refreshing as I float
I would probably still have my figure and career
And hopefully have a gorgeous year
I would probably still be happy with my life
With friends to go out for our nightlife
But I have made some rash decisions
I have to think about the little ones
And I have to suffer the consequences
Ponder carefully before I make choices

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For: Prompt 79 – Phrase Phase #12 and Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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An Eerie Afternoon – FFfAW – Week of 09-08-2015 and Wordle 168

 It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Henry David Thoreau

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Henry David Thoreau

It was raining that day when they’ve decided to climb the rugged hill of Pinatubo. Arm in arm, Pedro and Ricardo shared a cape to protect them from the rain. They have a simple mission and that was to see the ghosts who were haunting the hill. They’ve reached the hut on top of the hill and with a candle, tried to summon the ghosts. It was an eerie afternoon, they tried to be brave and waited. Soon there was an image, a bloody one that made them cringed. They ran as fast as they could. Never again, they said.

by brenda warren

by brenda warren

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Wordle #168

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