Monthly Archives: March 2013

Seeking freedom

FreedomToes curled around the edge of the ledge and for the first time I was having second thoughts.

My Father used to say ‘I’m sick of you’, I never thought the rest of the world agreed.

I wanted to talk, but no one cared, let alone made themselves available to speak.

Falling, I am free.

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Pinch me

pinch-zoomAn eye-sore, a lump of clay harshly moulded into a bowl. Covered in green and blue, more reminiscent of vomit than paint.

Not a Donatello, but priceless all the same.

From a time before fights and before I took to the drink.

Made the day I hit her mother, a pinch pot from my daughter.

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Eight hour daily sentence

father daughter‘I’m over this’ he thought, methodically striking the keys; report then meetings and then another bloody report. Eight hours in the office-cum-jail, then a sweaty hour in an overcrowded train carriage.

Then, just as turning the key, felt like pulling the trigger on a gun … she spoke.

‘Daddy’

All he needed to last another day.

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Targeted at 2 AM

2AM2 am  as expected.

We’d been married for five years, I felt like I’d been running away for ten.

‘I want to see him dead’, the gunman’s task was clear.

Relief turned to fear in the light of my phone; it was the wrong man. The shooter was dead, now I fear I’ll be next.

 Written in response to the daily post creative writing challenge. “It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. “

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461

depositphotos_4646535-Bus-sketchThe daily grind-cum-nightmare. Yet another day labouring down Parramatta road on the 461

Right then, my life seemed pointless.

Then she appeared.

Moving towards me, she smiled and waved.

My heart physically skipped a beat, yet another day is paradise.

Right then, I wished my had heart stopped completely. She kissed the man behind me.

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Painful wait

preg“Each step takes effort, every day brings new pain”

There in person but elsewhere in mind, nodding was all he could manage.

“I’m so tired…”

He stared out the window.

“…are you listening to me!?”

One was stuck in today’s pain, the other worried about tomorrow’s. It was going to be a long nine months

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Selfless saviour

jHe lived to serve the world he died for, selfless to the extreme. Born a king yet traded for a criminal, pure injustice if ever it’s been seen.

To his creator and father, he asked “why have you forsaken me?”

For the world, his blood in love poured out. He now waits for us paradise.

Written in response to Lillie McFerrin’s 5 sentence prompt: Paradise

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Crack!

SlavesCrack! His back arched violently. It was the eighth strike that morning, and the first that broke skin.

‘Faster!’

Blood sprayed from the whip. Crack! Further opening his wound.

Picking up another rock, from the seemingly endless pile, the slave mumbled under his breathe…

’I wish we could build Rome in a day.’

In response to 365 things to write about’s word prompt: Rome

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Life in the lotus flower

lotusHer heart beat heavily walking through the garden, ‘Am I free?’. The hurried pace of her heart in stark contrast to the gardens around her. Vibrant hedge to her left, flower covered pond to her right.

Calmly, he raised his pistol; the blast destroying serenity.

The white lotus of purity, now blood stained red.

Written in response to 365 Things to write about’s word prompt ‘Lotus flower’

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Hopping mad

GrassLike skyscrapers, the grass towered over them, no way to see them coming.

His leap delivered from danger, she wasn’t as nimble; her skeleton shattered under a force, indescribable in size.

Entering the house was bold, but worth the risk. This grasshopper wants revenge, to scare the life out of whoever carelessly destroyed his love.

Written in response to the ‘grasshopper’ prompt on www.write4ten.com

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