Waiting

Wednesday again and time for Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word piece of fiction based on the photo prompt below –

balcony

Photo Copyright : Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Inspiration is a peculiar thing and in my attempt to change, diversify and challenge myself, sometimes my addiction to fiddling takes over, hence my contribution this week. Although I did create this from scratch,  I made sure I used 100 words exactly in the entire piece.

When I looked at the photo ‘Waiting’ came into my head and this is where a blank square and an idea took me –

 

TITANIC 4

 

See Me

flesh

Original Photo : www.flickr.com/photos/krystynana/2274682235

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If you looked,

Beneath the layers,

Beyond the here and now,

You’d see me laid before you,

And all that I’d allow,

You’d see the need I covet,

The flesh beyond the lens,

The burn I crave internal,

Your fire, my life depends,

You’d know my taste upon you,

My scent, my touch, my feel,

And I’d drink until I’m drowning,

For you’d see, at last, I’m real.

Accidental Alchemy

rainny 1

Original Photo Copyright : https://www.flickr.com/photos/martinaphotography/6780661856

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It’s raining accidentally,

In a melody of chance,

Ratter tatting harmony,

And spattering cadence,

Pooling tears of alchemy,

To drown a troubled soul,

Swimming with the penitent,

Amidst the flowing shoal,

Crying tears for who we were,

For all we could have been,

And weeping for the clarity,

That teaches us to swim.

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So perhaps it is no accident,

That the rain falls as it does,

And every drop’s intentional,

To release us from what was.

Who Am I?

Wednesday already and time for my Friday treat, well Friday Fictioneers anyway. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo provided. Follow the link and jump on in.

garden-maze

Photo Copyright : Melanie Greenwood

You asked me once if I’d tell you my secret. You said you could sense it, buried, hidden beneath my shadows. You said you knew me.

You were wrong.

You said the truth would leave a trail, lead me out of the maze, that the truth would clear the pathways and open doors I’d never seen.

You were wrong.

I’d seen what the truth could offer; seen friendship turn to anger and laughter turn to hate and I’d seen the faces cower as they turned and walked away.

So please don’t ask again, not if you want to love me!