running wild through untamed fields,
aimless notions guiding me
to the edge of an almost still river.
small beneath the pristine sky,
my spirit trusting the azure currents
to carry me to my final destination
somewhere across the silent meadow
a distant smile awaits my arrival,
and the wind calls my name.
I hear the wind call my name,
and I follow…
Jaycee rode the crest of the space-time ripple racing outward across the farthest edges of the universe. Xe could recall every moment of the almost 14 billion year journey starting from the blinding light at the instant xe broke free from xyr father’s grip. Racing ever outward on the expanding wave until all the stars left in xyrs wake had all but faded from view.
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Kalee looks at the pink box sitting on Grandma’s end table. The battery from her iPhone 15¾ had died and she’d left the supercharger at home. She need to call Zack and leave him a message but all she could do was stand there staring in confusion at the antique. Finally, she pick up the handset, although she called it the pink thingy connected to the swirly wire, and listened to the buzzing sound. She started calling numbers into the transmitter but the buzz continued. Next she began to push down on the number through the holes on the rotary dial. When that didn’t work she tried pushing harder in frustration. Still nothing…
It’s amazing these people survived, she thought as she stood in line waiting to pay for her new $87.45 charging adapter and cable.
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The CEO droned on about recovery, new products and the future but there wasn’t enough money left in the kitty to make any of that happen.
Martin the youngest and brightest of the four brothers sat quietly, half taking in what was being said, half watching what was happening beyond the windows of the top floor headquarters. His blood boiling with every word that the imbecile his older brothers had hired spit out and hurled the length of the table his brothers and the other board members encircled.
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Miss Molly thought of Polly,
good God have you gone crackers?
“Go grab a bloody sweater,
and cover up those clackers!”
Polly back to Molly,
“I’m not sure why it matters?”
“You’ll have the boys distracted,
and thinking with their knackers!”
While standing amongst his flock high on the mountainside, the sweetest sound did fill his ears.
“Yodelayhee, Yodelayhee, Yodelayheehoo!” The hair on the lonely goatherd’s arms standing at attention, his heart skipping a beat.
He began pushing his herd down the mountain and across the valley. He needed to know the angel calling from the other side.
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Bobby sat at the riverbank looking at her phone when she grabbed a nearby duckling and popped it between two slices of bread.
Angelina watched in horror as Bobby started to bite down on the quacking sandwich. “What’re you doing!?!?”
To the duckling’s relief, she pull the sandwich out and said, “Research for Carrot Ranch’s writing challenge.”
Angelina shot her a confused look…
See it says, “Write a story explaining why you ate baby ducks for lunch.”
“Ummm, no Bobby, it says ‘…explain baby ducks ate my lunch.’ You really need new strategies to keep your dyslexia in check!”
Disclaimer: No ducks or ducklings were harmed during the writing of this ridiculous piece of fiction.
In 2003 a United States led coalition invaded Iraq. The Iraqi forces were quickly overwhelmed leading to the fall of the Ba’athist government led by Saddam Hussein. The coalition would remain in Iraq for the next 8 years, officially withdrawing from the country in 2011.
In October 2008 Chicago based punk rock giants Rise Against released their 5th studio album entitled “Appeal to Reason“. The theme for this week Song Lyric Sunday is Army / Soldier / War and I have chosen to highlight the track “Hero of War” from that release. The track was only released as a promo single but did receive significant play on alternative radio.
Continue readingThis work of fiction has been crafted as a weekly roundup to Fandango’s One Word Challenges (#FOWC) posted over the last seven days.
Content Warning: Contains implied violence, sexually explicit themes and course language.
Johnny Fingers’ leg twitched as he sat on the edge of the couch, listening to the instructions being relayed. Always with the… Hey JF, collect the payola. Hey Johnny, deliver the product. Hey Fingers, squeeze this guy / whack that guy / dispose of the body, or whatever other trivial shit he could come up with. It was always an imposition but when the boss gave an order you did not ask questions.
His pulse quickened and the knot tighten in his gut as he texted Trinity, his side piece was going to go off her rocker when he canceled. He’d promised her a day at the beach with no interruptions. Man, the girl was stacked and looked delectable in a bikini, but she was h-i-g-h maintenance. Johnny expected to be henpecked worse than his own wife could ever muster.
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Driving down the road 🛣️
Minding my own business
When buddy flips me the bird 🦜
I know free verse don’t rhyme
But this guy’s a real turd 💩
With my ego now bruised
My brain explodes 💥
And my senses go blind
What’s this clown’s 🤡
Problem anyway
Step on the gas ⛽
I weave through the rush
My window recessed 🪟
As I pull up to your ride
I start waving my fist 👊
Rhyme a curse at the lady inside
Don’t call the cops 🚓
That’s not meant for you
I got the wrong car 🚗
Mistaken identity I swear
I’m totally raging 🤬
As I punch it again
Blast past a school bus 🚌
This rhyming is insane
I catch a glimpse 👀
As you make the left
I race through the turn 🏎️
And ‘round the bend
Caught in my web 🕸
️The thrill of pursuit gone
What do I do now ❓
I take a deep breath and
In a moment of zen ☯️
My road rage does pass
I rhyme one last time ⌚
And realise, I’m the real ass!
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