Basket-hanging tourist found blissful tropical death.
written in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge prompt tourist; and to The Haunted Wordsmith’s Worth a Thousand Words picture challenge. Photo credit to pasja1000 @ pixabay.com
Category: Creative Writing
Interloper
Ticket-holder dawdling. He cut in line.
written in response to J.I. Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge prompt “interloper.”
You Can Vote: Who Should Win An International Literary Prize in 2018?
TIL: The Nobel literature prize will not be awarded this year because of a sex–abuse corruption scandal. But never fear! Swedish journalist Alexandra Pascalidou has organized a one-off New Academy Prize in Literature to be awarded October 14. According to The New Academy website, the non-profit organization was formed not only to ensure that an international literary prize would be awarded in 2018 “but also as a reminder that literature should be associated with democracy, openness, empathy and respect.” The award will be presented at a banquet on December 10, 2018, and The New Academy will self-destruct (“dissolve” in legal parlance) the following day, December 11, 2018.
Unlike the Nobel, this will not be an elitist prize. The general public can vote on the 46 nominees vying for inclusion in the final judging. Cast your vote on The New Academy website here. Voting closes August 14. Let your literary voices be heard!
Melancholy Mirth
Melancholy madness meandering o’er the way.
Will mirth or magic save us?
Who’s to say.
written in response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge prompt “melancholy”
and to the Word of the Day prompt “mirth”
photo credit Pexels
The Seagulls’ Fence
The falling slat startled the roosting seagulls.
“Whadaya doin’, Tommy? Supposed to be mendin’ fence not breakin’.”
“Damn gulls don’t belong this far inland.”
“They’s travellers. Sea in the morning. Eat. Home here at night.”
“Yeah? They need-a keep goin’ ‘stead-a shittin’ all over granpaw’s fence.”
“Breakin’ the fence ain’t gonna stop ’em from comin’ here, long as that compost sits there.”
“Why? Y’jus’ said they eat at sea.”
“Oh, they’s always lookin’ for food. Don’t always have a taste for fish.”
“We’ll see ’bout that. They need-a leave.”
With compost moved and covered, gulls left. Fence got mended.
99 Words. Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s July 12 Flash Fiction Challenge and to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Gulls photo prompt courtesy wildverbs.
J.E.M. Wildfire 