Tag: writing

  • The Kidnapping

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  I cracked my eyes open and knew the window was not mine.  The plants were not mine.  The bed I was lying on was not mine.  I had been hoping the events of the night before had been a strange dream, a nightmare even, but now I knew everything I remembered was…

  • Mutinous

    After too much scrutiny  The duck was on the edge of mutiny  Farm animals started to devise  Plans for an epic surprise  There might not be another opportunity 

  • Flood

    At the school, there was new blood  Getting out of the teenage flood  Was harder than I knew  Especially being so new  Hoping my car wouldn’t get stuck in the mud 

  • Sailing

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  As the sailboat drifted aimlessly out to sea, I knew I would never see Robert again. He thought he knew enough about sailing for a short jaunt by himself.  He had never taken anyone’s advice to heart and did exactly what he wanted.  Knowing this, I still tried hard to stop him from sailing solo.  As…

  • The Bucket

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  The large bucket had been sitting on top of the armoire for as long as I could remember.  My parents would never answer questions about why we had the bucket or what they had used it for.  I had to find out and I had to find out soon.  I knew I had to find out before…

  • Forbidden Fruit

    Cutting the watermelon  Turned me into a felon  My neighbor called the cops  They showed up wearing flip flops  And called me the Queen of Magellan 

  • The Diner

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson  The Fourth of July will forever be linked to the worst day of my life.  In late June 2015, my mother decided we were going to hit the Mother Road and head to California via Route 66.  At a small unnamed town, we stopped at a diner named Shelly’s which I knew would be full…

  • On the Trail

    He died on the Oregon Trail  Medicine was given, to no avail  When they ran out of food  It only changed the mood  Until we came upon the whale 

  • Comeback

    On the comeback trail  Until it started to hail  The dents were extra large  How much would the car shop charge?  All I wanted was to pick up the mail. 

  • From the Sky

    Everything was so bizarre  I saw everything from the car  The money fell from the sky  But didn’t even bat an eye  And rebounded like an All-Star