Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #50

This is my contribution to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Series. Here are the prompts this week:

GAIN and HOUND

I got carried away and played around with the prompts a little. It was great fun. Thanks to Ronovan, as always, for the opportunity.


This good, loyal hound

He awaits your attention

With no hope of gain


The darkness hounds me

Like a leech upon my soul

Its loss is my gain


With a thrill that hounds

I await your gentle touch;

the pleasure I gain


Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

Incessant Chatter: Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #49

challenge-49


This is my contribution to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Series. Thanks, as always, to Ronovan for the opportunity to practice my writing. Here’s the challenge this week:



The Prompt Words
Lock & Gab
My Example
A lock of your hair
Stays silent lips forever
Gab secrets no more
The following is how the sentences should read.
A lock of your hair stays silent lips forever.
Stays silent lips forever, gab secrets no more.


#49


Thanks for stopping by. Until next time.

Mel

True Strength: Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #48

challenge48It was a tough prompt this week. I instantly thought I my father, but the words wouldn’t come. So, my first attempt reflects my frustration, and is a bit of fun. Here are the prompt words Ronovan set:

 

The Prompt Words

Inspire & Loss

My Example

The Loss of a dream

Is the door to another

Inspiration here?

The following is how the sentences should read.

The loss of a dream is the door to another.

Is the door to another inspiration here?


 

I am at a loss

Adrift in a sea of words

Searching for my muse


Echoed memories

In the ghosts of those we lost

We find our true strength


 

Thanks, as always, to Ronovan for the challenge. Click here to see the prompt and read the wonderful contributions this week.

Mel

Charmed by a Witch: Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #47

challenge47I decided to take part in Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge again this week because, as the regular contributors would agree – it’s addictive!

It’s not a surprise that one of my characters (Maddison) is on my mind a lot at the moment, so the instant I read the prompt words from Ronovan’s challenge today – Water and Bard – Maddy popped into my head. I’m writing a scene in which Maddy manipulates a body of water, much to the amusement of her friends. The words were easier than normal. I’m not quite sure if that’s a good thing! But at least I tried, and had fun doing it 🙂

So, here is my contribution this week:

Haiku Challenge #47Huge thanks to Ronovan for organising the challenge. Head on over and check out all the other entries by clicking here.

Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

Practice Session: Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #46

challenge46I make no secret of the fact I struggle with poetry. It might be because I love it so much and, unlike my prose, I have a tendency to overthink it. I used to practice a little, but I haven’t in a while, so I decided to take part in Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge this week.

Here are the prompt words, and Ronovan’s example:

The Prompt Words

Think & Fresh

My Example

Your eyes beamed because

You knew what I was thinking ,

So you called me fresh.

The following is how the sentences should read.

Your eyes beamed because you knew what I was thinking.

You knew what I was thinking, so you called me fresh.

There’s also a handy link on how to write the English Haiku here.

Perhaps I’m too easily influenced, but when I read Ronovan’s example, my own thoughts went in one direction! Strangely, it’s probably the best of the bunch!

You know what I think

When I see you in that robe

My thoughts are shameless

Then I came up with something a little more subtle, and perhaps broke a few haiku rules!

Can I share my thoughts?

Can I share how I feel?

Or is that too brash?

Perhaps this one, though it feels like I’m trying too hard…

Oh, these tangled thoughts;

They torment with their vigour

And outrageous hue

Then I turned in a different direction, and decided it was time to stop!

Images tumbling;

They coalesque in my mind,

Creating anew

Thanks for allowing me to experiment on you! And to Ronovan for the challenge.

Until next time.

Mel

The Last Laugh – A conclusion to the tale

A few weeks ago I wrote a guest post over at Silver Threading – a short story I titled the Last Laugh, which was based on the following prompt:

“I wish I’d wake up tomorrow and be anyone but me,”

You’ve had a rough day at work. You head home and go straight to bed, mumbling, “I wish I’d wake up tomorrow and be anyone but me,” before dozing off. When you wake up in the morning, your dream has come true, as you quickly realize that you are not you—you are someone else that you know! Excited to live the day in that person’s shoes, you set off, only to find a day in the life of that person isn’t as easy as you imagined. ByBrian A. Klems | April 22, 2015 http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/anyone-but-me

I never intended it to be a three part tale, but that’s the nature of the beast sometimes. I’d like to conclude the story for you, and thank all those who followed along. I hope you enjoy the final part. Here’s a link to Part 1 and Part 2, if you missed them.

The Last Laugh: Conclusion

Writing RoomI’m not quite sure how it happened, but I went from having a crazy person screaming in my ear, to the sound of my own voice filling my head. It was like a narcissist’s version of hearing voices. The barked out commands were mine.

“For god’s sake, don’t sit there like a moron. Answer the man.”

There was a question?

I looked at the sea of journalists in front of me until I found the expectant face of Don Carlisle from FLM. Right. He’d asked me a question hadn’t he. Why had I agreed to this? I was a fraud, and Dominic, well, Dominic was starting to hyperventilate in my ear piece.

An image of his spinal injury flashed through my mind, and the advice I had given him almost six months before.

“Retirement was a tough call, but I’m not known for taking the easy road,” I said, as Dominic’s words came back to me. That’s why I’d agreed to do the press conference. His whole reputation was on the line.

No pressure.

“How do you respond to the rumours you’re afraid to face John Michaels, that you’re leaving the profession to hold on to your title?”

I scanned the crowd, looking for the person behind the question. Dominic’s response in my ear was predictable. He was the undefeated champion for a reason.

I ignored him, the words which tripped off my tongue were all my own. “I’m leaving the profession to preserve my life. I have no doubt I could defeat Michaels in the ring, and enjoy doing it. But I wouldn’t walk away from the fight. I wouldn’t walk period.”

A stunned silence descended on the room; nobody moved, nobody so much as breathed. And then all hell broke loose. Everybody began speaking at once, their excitement so loud I could no longer hear Dominic through the ear piece. I couldn’t even hear myself think.

I fielded the questions as best as I could, trying to channel the Dominic I’d seen during promotions. But I had no idea if it was working. After fifteen minutes of sheer madness I was ushered off the stage. The theatre Dominic’s team had procured for the conference continued to buzz as we made our way to the dressing room, and I began my walk of shame.

I expected Dominic to fly at me as soon as the door opened. So it was a surprise to see him stood atop a wooden chair, and tearing his manager a new one. Greg looked a little green around the gills, but then Dominic was currently a hundred and ten pound woman; with wild curly hair and enough attitude to make John Michaels hide under his bed covers.

They both turned when they saw me, a mixture of shock, anger, and amusement lighting their expression. “There’s nothing we can do right now and since you were the one who insisted the conference go ahead, you can deal with the aftermath,” Dominic said, turning back to Greg. “Sophie was out of her element in there and you know it.”

“Sophie…” Greg looked from Dominic to me, or was that me to Dominic, and back again. His lips were flapping, but no words came out.

I waited for the tirade, the accusations about going off script. They never came. Greg strode past me without so much as a backward glance, and slammed the door on his way out.

“So…” I said, my eyes on Dominic. “About what I said.”

Dominic jumped to the floor, waving away my comment. “Forget it. We’ve bigger things to deal with right now.” He moved to stand before me and it was funny, because he seemed much taller now; even if he was in my body. “Right now I could use a drink. What do you say?”

“Let’s go.”

With a swift nod he led me out of the room, and through the theatre like a pro. He was obviously familiar with the layout. We didn’t see another soul until we got outside and there was a car waiting by the exit.

The limo came equipped with a mini bar, and Dominic was anxious to get the party started. He poured a generous amount into a glass and handed it over, before filling one for himself. “I imagine you’re not much of a drinker are you?” he asked, taking a long swallow of whiskey.

I shook my head, my eyes and throat burning when I swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid.

“Good.”

Our eyes met above my glass and we started to laugh at almost the same time. I don’t remember much else after that. There was music, and liquor; lots and lots of liquor. We drank as though we could drown out the growing fear we would be stuck in each other’s lives forever.

I passed out at some point, and when I woke it felt as though something was burning a hole through my gut. Probably the alcohol I surmised as I looked down at my sore stomach, and wondered at the damage. The alligator was unexpected; the raw skin across my abdomen the price for my overindulgence. But I forgot all about the pain, and the tattoo, because the flesh on my stomach was not washboard tight.

“Thank god,” I heard a deep voice to my left and turned to see Dominic sprawled across my sofa. My eyes dropped to his bare chest and travelled to the spot on his abdomen that was as red and angry as my own. The scalpel seemed to glint under my scrutiny; a symbol we had somehow cut the strings which tied us.

“Thank god,” I echoed, and flopped back onto my cushion.

***

Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

Freestyle Writing Challenge – Dreamscape

I’d like to thank Colleen from Silver Threading for choosing me to participate in the Freestyle Writing Challenge, in which I had to:

“Describe your perfect fantasy world so that we all want to live there.”

I’m not sure what fantasy world I’m describing exactly, but I followed the challenge and this is what I got…

Cassandra stepped through the archway and closed her eyes for a moment, just long enough to appreciate the colour when her lids popped back open and she took in the glorious shades of the ocean. This was a gift from the great god Oceanus, a place as infinite as the sea; with creatures so wondrous and varied it took an eternity to study them.

She ran towards the cresting water, let the foam dance between her bare toes, and laughed as she dove beneath the waves. Her body followed the instincts she had been born with, diving deep until she came to the tavern that time forgot. The moment her head breached the surface she knew this was the place she had been dreaming of her whole life.

A hand reached out to steady her, warm and strong; her guide along this path she had chosen. The earth was surprisingly warm. A rich bronze, which shone like gold and extended as far as her eyes could see.

There were secrets within the rock; stories as old as time itself. They awaited discovery, begged to be touched. But she didn’t dally. She was too aware of her companion’s curious gaze. Knew what awaited them.

As she strolled the path paved with sand of the finest hew, she felt the energy of all those who had come before. All those who lived here still. The cavern expanded as she walked, foliage appearing like flowers beneath the sun. The trees stretched to the heavens, their branches reaching out to touch; to welcome her as she passed. Leaves kissed her skin, as gentle as a caress. They reminded her she was home.

Lights danced before her eyes; they lit the world around her. Each colour bled into the next; reds and greens, oranges and blues. A splendorous rainbow her mind could process only because of the magic beneath her feet. She was anchored to the realm, connected as she had never been before. She knew if she closed her eyes she could conjure a different city at every turn, meet a traveller with each growing mile, and oh what stories she would have to tell.

15 minutes – 361 words.

I would like to challenge the following five bloggers to participate in the challenge: Callum McLaughlin, Winter Bayne, Hannah Givens, Robin Rivera, Heather Jackson, and Charles Yallowitz.

These are the rules:

1. Open an MS Word Document

2. Set a stopwatch or your mobile phone timer to 5, 10, or 15 minutes, whichever challenge you think you can beat.

3. Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!!

4. Fill the word doc with as many words as you want. Once you start writing do not stop.

5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check (it’s only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules).

6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals. However, if you do, it would be best.

7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. of words = ____” so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.

8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nomination (at least five (5) bloggers).

My new topic for you to write about is:

The world as we know it has ceased to exist. Describe this new reality.

Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

Continuing the tale: The Last Laugh – Part 2

Last Saturday, I had the opportunity to guest post over at Silver Threading. I wrote a short piece of fiction, using the following prompt:

“I wish I’d wake up tomorrow and be anyone but me,”

You’ve had a rough day at work. You head home and go straight to bed, mumbling, “I wish I’d wake up tomorrow and be anyone but me,” before dozing off. When you wake up in the morning, your dream has come true, as you quickly realize that you are not you—you are someone else that you know! Excited to live the day in that person’s shoes, you set off, only to find a day in the life of that person isn’t as easy as you imagined. ByBrian A. Klems | April 22, 2015 http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/anyone-but-me

I couldn’t resist writing a second part to the tale. If you haven’t read the first and you want to, click here. In summary: Sophie, a doctor working in the emergency department, wakes up to realise she has switched places with Dominic (The Alligator) Spencer – a pro wrestler she treats at a private clinic. Meeting reality, literally face to face, is a little too much for Sophie and she hits the deck!

The Last Laugh: Part 2 

I came to on the cool, hard surface of my living room floor. No smelling salts for me. I got a brisk slap to the face, and an accusatory glare from…

Shit.

I was having an out of body experience. I’d seen those green eyes in the mirror, in photographs, but never staring back at me like lasers burning into my brain.

Wait. Is it my brain or Dominic’s brain…oh get a grip, Sophie.

The green eyes narrowed, all traces of horror gone. Now they were lit with blazing anger. “What the hell did you do to me?” I said. Well, sort of. It was my voice, and it came from my body, but I wasn’t the pilot.

Shit.

“I didn’t do anything. This is crazy.” My voice, for all its new timbre, sounded oddly defensive. “Everyone wishes they were someone else.” And…now Dominic sounded like a whiney child, which for some reason struck me as funny.

I’ve clearly lost my mind. Really. It’s not even Friday.

“What kind of voodoo is this? I thought you were a medical practitioner?” Dominic demanded.

A laugh broke free before I could stop it, or perhaps it was hysteria. I was feeling light-headed again. Listening to Dominic’s words, coming out of my mouth, clearly meant one of two things. I had either eaten something dodgy and was hallucinating the whole thing, or the exhaustion had finally pushed me over the edge.

“Oh for god’s sake,” Dominic muttered, rising to an unimpressive five feet. I couldn’t help wondering what that felt like. “Look. You’d better tell me how we can fix this. Like, pronto. I have a press conference in thirty minutes.

“Thirty minutes?” I squeaked. Well, it wasn’t quite the sound that came out, but it was close.

“Yes. So get your shit together,” Dominic said. “You know…you always seemed so competent. Now you’re-”

The words snapped off when I shot to my feet. My new height was an advantage and I used it. “Don’t waste your trash talk on me. You have considerably less weight to throw around at the mo-” For a split second, the sound of the mobile phone threw me off kilter. Just another crazy twist to my delusional fantasy. The warning tone sounded like an air raid siren. I didn’t know whether to hit the deck, make for a shelter, or laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“You have to answer it,” Dominic said, thrusting the phone at me. “It’s my agent and that’s the fourth call in twenty minutes.”

“Then why don’t you-”

He cut me off by jigging the thing at me. “I’m not feeling myself at the moment, if you get my drift.” He pointed a slim finger at my chest. “You kind of have something of mine.”

Shit.

As I grabbed the phone, I had to resist the urge to crush it in my fist. It was a relief when the sound cut off, or it was until I put the phone to my ear and was hit by a string of obscenities so foul I wanted to blush. The thought sent me into another laughing fit, and then all I heard was silence on the other end. That couldn’t be good.

***

I purposely ended part two there, because I’d like to open things up. If you want to continue where I left off and write part three, please leave a pingback in the comment section. What do you say? Would you like to take part in the challenge?

Thanks for stopping by.

Mel

Shamefaced – 30 Days of September Writing Prompt

30 Days of September

5 September 2014

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. But then, even if it did, I’d still be tied to a lamppost. Naked.

Squinting against the early morning sun and cursing my former best friend to hell and back, I tried to shake off the fog in my brain.

The clock on the spire above me read 7am, which meant anytime now the patrons of Pudsey would wander into town and find more than they bargained for. I was probably looking at an indecency charge.

My eyes dropped to the ground, where my clothes were folded in a neat pile. My boots were beside them, and my wallet, keys and phone balanced carefully on top. All were out of reach by a few inches.

A flash of red in my peripheral vision had me turning to the right. I groaned when I registered the postman’s uniform. Bill would enjoy my discomfort, hell he’d probably take a picture of it and paper his Facebook status with my sorry hide.

He perked up the moment he spotted me. His normal unhurried walk became decidedly quick footed.

When he’d finished laughing, he pulled his phone from the front of his postbag and I heard the tell-tale sound of his camera.

Thankfully it was a head shot and captured my scowl perfectly.

“How about a hand?” I asked, narrowing my eyes when he continued to chuckle at the picture.

He turned the screen towards me and held it in front of my face. “Aren’t you going to look pretty on your wedding day,” he said, wiping away a stray tear.

A clown stared back at me, looking gruesome with my frown. I wasn’t naked after all.

“Just untie me,” I said on a sigh, already envisioning the slogan as the picture went viral.

“No can do, my friend. It’s against the rules.”

My angry stare clearly had no effect on him because his expression didn’t change. He did scoop down to pick up my phone though. “What’s the code?” he asked, brown eyes twinkling.

“I’m a moron,” I said and watched his head tilt to the side.

“It’s a numeric code, though I don’t disagree.”

 The headache which had been brewing since I opened my eyes hammered a nail into my brain as my face scrunched up.

“Ha. Ha. It’s 2239.”

Bill tapped it in and scrolled through my address book. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he was playing ‘call or delete’ with my contacts.

With a grunt of satisfaction he pressed the screen and moved a step closer so he could balance the phone on my shoulder.

I snapped my head to the right to catch it, fighting a wave of nausea at the sudden move.

“Hey…” I called when he walked away, whistling as though he didn’t have a care in the world. He probably didn’t.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” A husky voice breathed into my ear and I closed my eyes. The old rat had called Olivia.

“It wasn’t me. Dillon thought it would be funny to tie me to a street lamp. I’m in town…” I swallowed down my discomfort. “Look I know I’m not supposed to see you before the church, but could you…”

“What are you wearing?” she asked, and the question was so out of the blue it took a moment to process.

Son of a bitch, she was in on it too?

“I feel like a clown,” I muttered, glancing down the street to the fading red figure of Bill.

“Then you’d better use that industrious brain of yours and find a way out of this,” she said, sounding amused.

“You’re not going to help me are you?”

The silence told me she was at least thinking about it. “And spoil everyone’s fun. No, I think I’ll let you figure this out all on your own.”

“And what if I get arrested and don’t make it to the church?”

She laughed and the sound blew the rest of the haze away. “I have every faith in you,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “And I’m worth it.”

The phone went dead and I grinned like an idiot. She was right. I’d find a way to take the damn lamp post with me if I had to, because there was no way I’d miss my chance to marry her.

When I let the phone drop, I gave it a tap with my shoulder and watched it bounce on the pile of clothes before coming to rest on the ground.

“Hey!” A young voice shouted to the left of me. “You’re that footballer.”

I turned, ignoring the blinding pain and focusing on the two boys who were looking at me with open scepticism.

“You’ve got a good eye,” I said, thinking about the gunk on my face. “How would you like the chance to meet the rest of the team?”

There was a moment’s hesitation before the older one looked at his friend slyly. “That’s a start. What else have you got?”

“How about you start by untying me and we’ll take it from there?”

The kid might have a smart mouth, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief when the pair walked around me and began to work on the rope.