For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 13 December 2019
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| Photo Credit: Mikhael Sublett |
Josh returned to his hometown for what would be the last time.
Nestled at the foot of the mountains, it was an ideal place to raise a family until a wind-driven wildfire burned it to the ground.
Josh remembered it happened just days before the senior prom that he and Ellen were going to attend. He wondered what had happened to her. The disaster struck so fast he didn’t have time to say good-bye to his classmate and nextdoor neighbor.
He saw some residents had started to rebuild. Sadly, many had opted to leave for good including his own family.
December 11, 2019 at 2:40 pm
It’s Sunday morning. I have decided to go to the nearby park to get a breath of fresh air. As I walk around, I see autumn in full swing. Trees are shedding their leaves falling to the ground.
I sit on the bench and watch the Canadian geese feed on the grass.
Where did the days go? I can’t believe we’re heading to the end of the year again.
As we get older, the years seem to speed by at a dizzying pace. Decades come and go in the blink of an eye leaving behind memories good and not so good.
My reverie was interrupted when out of nowhere, a Jedi boy armed with a plastic lightsaber, started running after the geese who scampered away in terror. It was only when his mom called him back that the geese returned unharmed to my relief.
It was a momentary distraction that I need to stop my thoughts from heading in the wrong direction. After all, autumn isn’t about dwelling on negativity. Rather, it’s about letting go. Just as trees get rid of old leaves in anticipation of spring, so we must free ourselves from the chains of self-pity and past heartaches. It’s only then that we can look forward to a new beginning.
Please indulge me by sharing this poem I wrote on the subject:
can’t stop the leaves from falling
nature has the final say
even on a fair autumn morning
the wind blows them away
brown, red, yellow, or green
their color doesn’t matter
on these grounds where they now lay
they are dead, they breathe no longer
the tree made leafless looks grim
branches pointing up to heaven
once again, it would need a trim
for next spring, so says the raven
In the poem, I’ve mentioned the raven admired for its intelligence. It’s said to have the ability to predict the future. In some culture, it stands for death often seen surveying the battlefield after the fight is over. In another, it stands for hope that, amidst the carnage, life springs anew.
In the afterglow of the passing year, I wish you, you, and most especially you, the very best of what life has to give.
December 8, 2019 at 11:12 am
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 6 December 2019
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| Photo Credit: Fakier Deria |
After the death of his brother, Cain spent time wandering until he met a group of hippies traveling in a love bus headed to Woodstock.
With his exceptionally good looks, the women welcomed him like a rock star which led to jealousy among the male members. They decided to kill him and throw him under the bus.
One day, they saw Cain bathing alone in the nearby river. They were about to attack him when all of a sudden a bevy of women joined him.
Amid all the fun and laughter going on, the men reluctantly abandoned their murderous intent.
December 4, 2019 at 10:01 am
Can’t Stop the Leaves from Falling
It’s Sunday morning. I have decided to go to the nearby park to get a breath of fresh air. As I walk around, I see autumn in full swing. Trees are shedding their leaves falling to the ground.
I sit on the bench and watch the Canadian geese feed on the grass.
Where did the days go? I can’t believe we’re heading to the end of the year again.
As we get older, the years seem to speed by at a dizzying pace. Decades come and go in the blink of an eye leaving behind memories good and not so good.
My reverie was interrupted when out of nowhere, a Jedi boy armed with a plastic lightsaber, started running after the geese who scampered away in terror. It was only when his mom called him back that the geese returned unharmed to my relief.
It was a momentary distraction that I need to stop my thoughts from heading in the wrong direction. After all, autumn isn’t about dwelling on negativity. Rather, it’s about letting go. Just as trees get rid of old leaves in anticipation of spring, so we must free ourselves from the chains of self-pity and past heartaches. It’s only then that we can look forward to a new beginning.
Please indulge me by sharing this poem I wrote on the subject:
can’t stop the leaves from falling
nature has the final say
even on a fair autumn morning
the wind blows them away
brown, red, yellow, or green
their color doesn’t matter
on these grounds where they now lay
they are dead, they breathe no longer
the tree made leafless looks grim
branches pointing up to heaven
once again, it would need a trim
for next spring, so says the raven
In the poem, I’ve mentioned the raven admired for its intelligence. It’s said to have the ability to predict the future. In some culture, it stands for death often seen surveying the battlefield after the fight is over. In another, it stands for hope that, amidst the carnage, life springs anew.
In the afterglow of the passing year, I wish you, you, and most especially you, the very best of what life has to give.
December 8, 2019 at 11:12 am Leave a comment