Mumei #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt and Promptober day 15.  362 words Mumei hovered a few inches above the rocky ground, ragged robes just brushing his cast-off skull at his feet. The violet sky glowered overhead with the threat of salty rain. Chaos slithered and ripped at the air, but Mumei took no notice. He…

Sticks in the Yard

It’s a beautiful autumn day, the kind where the sky’s blue looks fake and the wind turns each brilliant-hued tree into a confetti party. A little girl in running around in the backyard of the old house in the middle of the street. Except it isn’t a yard anymore; it’s actually a perilous forest, and…

Riding the Bus on a Sunny Afternoon

Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi 200 words Delightfully sunny, that’s what the bus driver had called it. Sunlight made her nauseated, and the blue sky–well, frankly it was painful to look at. Wednesday curled further into her window seat and brooded. What if she poisoned everyone? After all, she would rather ride in a hearse. The…

A Discovery in the Snow, Part III

Photo by Chanan Greenblatt on Unsplash I realize it’s been over a month since I last posted, but I hope to post more frequently beginning today. For starters, here’s the next installment of my multiple-part story “A Discovery in the Snow.” Part of the idea for this story comes from this prompt. You can read the previous installments…

A Discovery in the Snow, Part II

Photo by Chanan Greenblatt on Unsplash Four days ago I posted part I of this story. You can read it here: https://eluminoracreations.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/a-discovery-in-the-snow/. Prompt: https://godoggocafe.com/2018/07/24/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-july-24-2018/ As he followed Florence into the house, Abel focused on the bird’s faint heartbeat. His own heart thudded with anticipation of what Cassandra might see. Abel’s hunches were rarely wrong. He had spent enough time with…

A Discovery in the Snow

Photo by Chanan Greenblatt on Unsplash Written for this prompt and this prompt. Florence noticed the dead bird first. She flapped toward the small heap of feathers, eager hand outstretched. “Look! What happened to it?” Abel slapped her hand away and crouched, coat spreading over the snow as if it were wings itself. He squinted and frowned. It was about the…

Throwback Thursday #16

Photo by Tom Swinnen from Pexels Today I’m posting something I wrote back in November of 2012. Here it is. *** The child hadn’t made a sound in hours, because of the small dose of sedative in his milk. The man was glad of it. Besides the rough snorting of the horse’s breath and the…

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner–Double Sight

flight-airport-airplane-plane-34631 pixel photo In the warm darkness, Jove took stock of his surroundings. The sound of his own breathing, the taste of stale air, the sting where broken glass had cut his hands. With his eyes covered, at least it was peaceful. A shattering of glass pierced the silence. His heartbeat escalated into a gallop….