Encore

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Photo Prompt Dale Rogerson

For Friday Fictioneers

Encore

The audience stands.
Deafening claps of thunder.
Casts bow and curtsey.

They take to the stage.
Their story had to be told.
Legendary epic.

Hero, heroine.
Finding passion in their eyes.
Theatregoers cry.

They come together.
Danger, valour and courage.
For this could be love.

Cast members gather.
Reaching high for the stars.
Becoming worthy.

See their names flicker.
Shine in a thousand spotlights.
Can it be enough?

Strive to be the best.
Give it one’s best shot for fame.
Greatest love of all.

The final encore.
End scene will live forever.
Hold on to the dream.

 

 

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For Friday Fictioneers

 

100 words fiction in the form of a eight stanza Haiku

SCARED

 

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Photo Prompt by Dawn Miller

 

SCARED by S Mehr

 

My vision’s a blur and I’m shaking in a cold sweat. ‘Deep breaths,’ I repeat. I can see the red barn. Not far now. I keep blinking while my shaking hand flicks strands of hair from over my eyes. A musky smell fills the air. Eyes widen. My hand drips all the way down to the elbow, I’m soaked with blood. My glance lowers. Toes squish the warm bloodied mud I’m standing in. What’s going on? I’m shaking and my mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
A hand falls on my shoulder. I turn.
“Why did you stop? Keep running!”

 

Friday fictioneers

21 February 2020

Witching Hour

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Photo prompt by Dale Rogerson

 

Witching Hour

The best part of the night, the witching hour. My dear Madam is casting her spell on striking blue eyes. Me? I enjoy a roll on my back in a pile of snow. Snowflakes ruffle and soak through my fur coat. Wow! It is so invigorating. I’m glad I’m alive.

In the park Madam’s concocting her usual magic. In contrast, I don’t need magic. I have eloquence and charm. I prefer green eyes.

“Good evening.” Tom’s purr rumbles from his chest.

I return a smile, pace around him the same as a caged lion while leaving dainty paw prints in the snow.

 

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Friday Fictioneers

 

 

ICE CREAM

Ice Cream  by Susan Mehr

 

Handed a waffle cone topped with ice cream the size of Mount Everest, are they insane? But what the hell I’m donning the biggest smile and life’s perfect. The rainbow-coloured ice cream is so delicious. Who cares if I’m sitting in a designer pram and dressed in a Baby Armani pink frock! I’m still smiling.

Sensuous impulses travel my mouth, and tongue, while hands and fingers become sticky. The icy rainbow coloured luscious cream messes my mouth while covering my forearms down to my elbows and drips into a rainbow puddle on my lap. Life doesn’t get better than this.

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Photo prompt Na’ama Yehuda

 

Friday Fictioneers

 

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NURSERY

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Photo J Hardy Carroll

 

NURSERY by Susan Mehr

Nursery, it’s what it is, my safe place. No matter how long I’ll spend peering through those windows, I can never imagine what it’s like to stand outside alone.
I dream of a free-spirited life, to wander the furthest horizons, unrestrained from the shackles of this dome. To be blanketed by the natural warmth of the sun’s rays, instead of a diminished gleam diffused through glass triangles.
‘Courage,’ they said. ‘Courage is what one needs to survive outside the nursery.’
“No,” I say, “Courage is what one needs to take the first step. After that, what inspires, is your destiny.”

 

 

Friday’s Fictioneers

17 January 2020

 

 

Hullabaloo

 

Hullabaloo

by Susan Mehr

Name That Vase – December

Name That Vase – December Edition

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You’re red, but you’re blue.
I can’t think, have so much to do.
Wrapping presents, decorating the tree,
Finish the cooking, like a busy bee.
The countdown starts, Santa’s on the way.
Arranging milk and cookies on his special tray.
Somethings amiss, need to impress old Nick
Let me think, a centerpiece, but not the candlestick.
Yes. I know the vase will do,
With festive colors red and blue,
But this pottery vase is more than a mere raku.
You’re an angel in disguise, your name is ‘Hullabaloo’.

 

New Generation

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New Generation by Susan Mehr

 

Hawks eyes they observe

of achievements yet to come

undecided still

 

each morning and night

meticulous every day

they give of thy self

 

A simple smile

or an approval welcomes

do I make them proud?

RED

 

 

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Red – by Susan Mehr

 

Stop. Oh no! What’s wrong.

Warning. Danger ahead.

 

Look left, look right

hope it doesn’t bite

everything’s alright

or waiting to give a fright

The sky ignites, no…

It’s just twilight

setting in delight.

Scintillating Saturday Share #11

Chrysalid’s haven.
Fluttering wings dance.
Innocence reborn.

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Every Saturday, I will share a photo that touches my heart, makes me happy, or lifts my spirits in some way. The purpose? To send love, light, peace, and kindness out into the ether. Scintillating Saturdays: one definition of the word scintillating is as follows: witty; brilliantly clever.”

Can we do that here, beautiful people, spark something brilliantly clever that touches others every Saturday? Please share this to all of your social media outlets. We can do what we can by spreading a little love, can’t we?

Roses in the Garden at Montgeron|Claude Monet – circa 1876

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you. Here’s mine:


forest of
enchantment
magic’s in
t h e  r o s e s.


Now, it’s your turn. This’ll be our“Scintillating Saturday Share #11.You can respond to this post, reblog and respond…

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