Tag: writing

Misery

“Misery is hearing your chicklet tooting her whistle, all hours of the day,” grumbled Sparra. “I was patient, but in the end, I gave her one last chance to stop playing with it inside the nest. She blew it.”

(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Misery, 206 characters)

Lights

They peered out of the International Space Stations windows, looking for changes below. The last human-made light they could see, near Cape Finisterre, blinked out. It was not the change they were looking for.

(#VSS365, #MicroPrompt, #BraveWrite, Prompts: Finisterre, Change, Was, 206 characters)

Mug

“He stole my wallet,” cried Sparra, “then emptied a packet of cuppa soup over my head and tried adding hot water!”

“Darn,” replied Crow. “You got mugged.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt; Mug, 156 characters)

Cosy Vessel

“We’d have a lot more room in this cosy little vessel,” sighed Sparra, “if there wasn’t an elephant in this room.”

“Yeah,” grumbled Crow, “don’t mention it.”

(#BraveWrite & #VSS365, Prompts; Vessel & Cosy, 156 characters)

Stork

The stork arrived, once again, with an empty beak. She sunk to knees and sobbed, as it beat its wings and flew away. At the age of 49, she knew she didn’t have many visits left.

(#VSS365, Prompt; Stork, 178 characters)

But

“Robin told me, gloves and a mask would be enough to go to the shop,” growled Sparra. “But she lied! Everyone else was wearing clothes.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt; But, 136 characters)

Spade

“So I carry the spade to jam into a revolving doors mechanism,” said Sparra, “just in case I got stuck in one. It’s a real phobia of mine.”

“Ach, I wouldn’t worry,” said Crow. “You’ll come around.”

(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Spade, 196 characters)

Short

“That’d be Ethel,” said Gina. “The lady next door. A short lady with jet-black hair. Widowed 33-years ago. I can hear her singing all the time.”

“It’s not singing,” called a voice through the wall. “She’s not a widow, either.”

(#VSS365, Prompt; Short, 225 characters)

Lost

The armada arrived in winter. By spring, they were excavating ruins. Extreme summer heat summoned swarms of insects. In autumn, sickness ran through the settlements. New years eve, 3044, they knew what had become of the lost civilization of Britain.

(#VSS365 & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Armada & Spring, 249 characters)