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TLT: My Beacon

20 Oct

photo by William Bout

Meetig my husband was the saving point in my life.

We met when I was at the bottom of bottoms.

He was my light in the darkness, that forever holds me strong as a beacon in the thundery times.

This post was written for TLT challenge.

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TLT: The Last Hope

18 Aug

photo by Breno Machado

There is light in every darkness” she said and turned her head towards the sky. She closed her eyes and I felt her power to grow.

The black monstreous clouds began to open the way for something so beautifull, that my eyes started to hurt.

There we were standing under the brightness of a new beginning. The last hope didn’t die…
This post was written for TLT:

https://only100words.xyz/2016/08/18/three-line-tales-week-twenty-nine/

TLT: Troubleman

30 Jun

photo by Rosan Harmens – click here for full res version


Sirens playing their serenade, looking for me, the troubleman.

I watch police cars chasing a lunatic. Bob Dylan singing in the background if my head.

And I sit on a cabinet, swaying my legs and thinking how to get out from this mess.
This post was written for TLT challenge.

And Her Dream Came True…

29 May

She was a dreamer,
walking on a cloud
catching blue butterflies.

Never wanting to give up,
she had a clean target.
For most of us impossible vision,
for her the only possible way of living.

There in the mountain,
in the middle of nowhere,
she lives and keeps her dreams alive.
To live clean a healthy life away from this world.
To be far from technology and modernity.

She went back to the life as she knew it before.
And she is happier than she ever was.
How she did it, you may ask.
Well, sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.

This post was written for 

Writing Prompt #161 “Collage 24” | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/writing-prompt-161-collage-24/

TLT: The Harmony

5 May

TLT 14 photo by Fabio Rose – click here for full res pic


I looked on his right side and saw the light warmimg up my cheecks, making me feel safe.

 I looked on his left side and saw the darkness, clouds gathering and I knew something bad was up.

But then I found the middle line, that keeps harmony between his good and bad sides. Now I know life is not only about the beautiful sunrises.

This post was written for TLT challenge. Three Line Tales, Week Fourteen | Only 100 Words

https://only100words.xyz/2016/05/05/three-line-tales-week-fourteen/

Friday Fictioneers: Quick Escape

4 May

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

They had just a few minutes to leave the town and they would never see their home again.
Greta looked out of the window and saw the crows sitting on the telegraph wires.

“As if they are waiting for us to leave, so that they can take everything away.”
Their small house was not safe anymore. It would be the first place the soldiers would be heading to.

“And so they will”, Hans knew what would happen if they would not run away. Concentration camp for her and public execution for him.

Hans took the hand of his wife and ran, leaving everything behind.


This post was written for  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/6-may-2016/

Writing Prompt: Her Dreamy Land

4 May

found on twitter


I found this picture on twitter as I was searching for some writing prompts. The task was to write opening lines for any kind of story. Here are mines:

She was his first love. Mathew never thought their love would last forever. But when she told him he was her only true love, he knew. It was difficult to keep her concentrated on anything. She had her own dreamy land, where all planets were rotating around her private universe. But there was something so intoxicating about her, that it was impossible not to love her…

If you liked the image or this writing prompt, you can write your own opening lines to any kind of story. If you do so, you can send your link to coments. Please give the credit for the picture and this writing prompt to the author: 

This writing prompt was provided by calebjacobo.com

FFfTPP: Sky Is My Meadow

28 Apr

I had waited years for this day.
Watching the sky since I was a kid.
Dreaming of flying up there
with all the pilots
and cutting the clouds in half,
sitting in the beautiful,
powerful machine.

This day is all mine.
Today I will be one of them,
of that dreamy pilots,
brave and fearless bird.
I shall never be afraid,
for sky is my meadow,
where I belong.

This post was written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #18 – 2016 | It’s All in Finding the Right Words

https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/04/28/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-18-2016/