Halloween Writing Prompt: Bats in the Belfry (50 Words)

Bats in the Belfry, Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour. On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness, disrupting the October night sky. Silhouettes against the full moon, Embracing their calling, they loom. They own the time until the bells call them home.

Halloween Writing Prompt: Monsters in the Dark (50 Words)

Monsters in the dark, lingering, waiting in silence. You hear them breathe, Knowing they are there. They have always been there. Monsters in the darkness of your mind. Shivering with eyes fiercely shut, you wish them away. Still they remain. Unwelcome. Uninvited. Hiding in the corners of regrets and memories.

Falling Leaves, Warm Memories

*This was for a short story contest where you had to start with the sentence, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlledContinue reading “Falling Leaves, Warm Memories”

Unreal Reflections: 100 Word Writing Prompt

Unreal reflections are ones which stare back at us.They are misrepresentations of who we are, showing distorted images of our greater selves.  They show what we look like on the outside, just a reflection of a superficial image the world sees. Our true reflections are intricate maps of who God created us to be, theContinue reading “Unreal Reflections: 100 Word Writing Prompt”

99 Word Writing Prompt: Misanthrope

She sits alone at her kitchen table. One hand casts away cigarette ashes while the other turns the final pages of her latest escape.  The knock at the door startles her. She cautiously approaches.  Peering through the peephole, she sees no one. She waits a few minutes, checks again, still no sign of anyone.  SheContinue reading “99 Word Writing Prompt: Misanthrope”

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Bicycle Basket (200 Words)

Visiting the charming, quaint tea house in her small town was Claire’s favorite Saturday morning ritual. She rode, the basket filled with fresh flowers she picked along the way.  Her routine was the same. She would lock up her bike, then head inside for a cup of English Breakfast Tea. Patricia, the owner of theContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – The Bicycle Basket (200 Words)”

Sunday Photo Fiction – Escape (200 words)

goal was to write a 200 word story inspired by the image (photo courtesy of morguefile) https://sundayphotofiction.com/author/donnamcnicol/ He was tired of trying to make her happy. When did she get so bitter? She was not the same girl he had married years ago. He didn’t know who she was anymore. He only knew one thingContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – Escape (200 words)”