Hurt

National Poetry Writing Month- Day 17 

Words prompts : Awake  blank soul  rage  page  deniable caustic 6/7 used

Hurt

Blank stares shoot into my soul

Awaken a rage, unaware.

Blight words undeniable

Caustic remarks followed by prayer.

Breaking Free

National Poetry Writing Month -Day 16

Today's word prompts:     fresh        cause         colt         detachable        liberate          serenade             harshly                           

                                                                              

Breaking Free

She spun the car about with a jolt

Breaking free from that foolish colt

His attitude she had to adjust.

Suddenly no longer afraid

Drained by his constant serenade

She left him standing in the dust

He’d tried to justify his cause

Since he’s s the one who broke the laws

But fueled her anger with disgust.

While she only listened partially

She didn’t think she acted harshly

Though he swears it was only lust.

She’d thought they were not collapsible

Relationship non detachable

But blinders come off with mistrust

Abruptly free and liberated

Starting fresh and invigorated

Clear vision of a life robust.

Photo- Haiku Update

Woke this morning to this post http://tifholmesphotography.com/cphp/print-recipients/ from +Tif Holmes announcing that a haiku I wrote for The Collaborative Photo-Haiku Project was chosen for the month of February. I will be receiving the following awesome print version merging my haiku and the inspiring photo. Looking forward to seeing it in print! Thank you again, Tif Holmes!

faces etched in stone
will they visit me today?
lovers from the past

Tif Holmes originally shared this post:

The free photo-haiku print for the February 2012 Series goes to +Shirley Keefer Topeka. Congratulations Shirley!

About The Collaborative Photo-Haiku Project » http://bit.ly/jB7Nfa

Tango of Torture

This blog post is for a challenge found on +Writ on Google plus, posted via Rach Writes. (I'm number 100 at Rach Writes if you like it and want to vote)

Tango of Torture

Shadows crept across the wall, as I cowered in the corner and waited for my attacker to pass out in to a drunken oblivion. His massive stature resisted the effects of the vast amount of alcohol longer than would have a smaller man. Allowing him more time to torture me. To describe in gory detail how my life would end. The orange glow of the fire flickered in unison with the shadows in a tango of torture. Must stay awake, lest their deathly dance becomes a celebration of my demise.

My pain temporarily subdued by numbness and adrenaline. An hour ago, I welcomed death. But in his drunken state, he got careless. I would be begging for the mercy of death again, come morning, if my plan failed.

I wriggled the ropes from my wrists, then my feet; my sight fixed on his ghastly face. His chest heaved up and down, snoring mimicking the saw he planned to use for my dismemberment. I urged to watch the life drain from his body. Would my attempt be futile against his strength?

I stood, grabbed the axe from the table and towered it above his head.

Vertigo invaded my body. Everything faded.

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The Challenge:

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count.
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:

end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)

include the word "orange" in the story

write in the same genre you normally write

make your story 200 words exactly!