August 2022 – Raelyn Pracht

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: Return to Me

A SWEET AROMA

The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.” Song of Songs 2:13 The sun gives the light The water quenches the thirst The flowers bloom from both Giving off a beautiful fragrance For the Lamb at the center of theContinue reading “A SWEET AROMA”

INSANITY (A Haiku)

Chaos flows freely Teeming over the edges Reality ends Note: Yes, it is customary to write haiku’s based on nature, but I wanted to try something different. When I saw this photo, this is what came to mind.

TSM 225: Aftermath

Stillness. An eerie calm settles in as blades cease to spin. Murky water sits -vacant, placid. There is nowhere to go. The morning light brings forth contradiction. She looks down at the mud between her toes – the dry earth now swallowed into the mouth of yesterday’s storm. Only now is there stillness. Only nowContinue reading “TSM 225: Aftermath”

THROWBACK THURSDAY: Mr. Cooper Takes a Walk (Start of a children’s story 2017)

Mr. Cooper saw that the back gate was slightly open. He peeked out to see if his owner was out in the front yard, but she wasn’t. He was going to go back inside, but then he spotted a fire hydrant near the sidewalk that he just had to visit. After, visiting the fire hydrant,Continue reading “THROWBACK THURSDAY: Mr. Cooper Takes a Walk (Start of a children’s story 2017)”

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: Ambitious

CRAVING AUTUMN (A Haiku)

My soul craves autumn Where colorful leaves abound Transporting me home

FRIDAY FICTION: The Last Day of the Dress (99 Words)

August 8, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the one who left the dress.” A 1940s-era dress still hangs in an abandoned house. Who left it and why? You can take any perspective and write in any genre. It can be a ghost story. Or not. Go whereContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: The Last Day of the Dress (99 Words)”

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: Escape

FRIDAY FICTION: Memories (344 Words)

He continued to explore the choked courtyard. Peeling away some thicket, he discovered a cast stone statue in one of the garden beds. It was an angel, chipped in various areas and struggling to make its presence known from behind overgrown wildflowers still trying to cling to life. The angel’s carved eyes peered back atContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: Memories (344 Words)”