In the Way #amwriting

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Thanks to Rochelle for providing us with Friday Fictioneers!

In The Way

Old Lady Henderson was the widow of a World War II hero.

Her house, with uneven pine floors, built in 1790, belonged to a famous Civil War historian.

Abraham Lincoln spent several evenings with the Custuses here strategizing possible outcomes.

The stone fireplace shows exquisite handiwork.

A tunnel leads to the nearby park, once a dense forest.

“Get rid of it,” says Morgan Baum.

Old Lady Henderson refuses to let it be torn down: so much historical value!

At the end of Morgan Baum’s day, the only thing left standing is an old stone fireplace and a tunnel.

“Commence construction.”

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Sascha Darlington 11/20/2017

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Lightning Fireflies #amwriting #novembernotes

Written for November Notes, Words as Weapons by Birdy. I thought of redirection. I am also offering this for dVerse open link.

 

Lightning Fireflies

Pathetic to consider the energy you expend to injure

how all of those atoms redirected, momentum amassed

could be lightning fireflies portending delight.

 

©Sascha Darlington

11/16/2017

 

All the Things We’ll Never Know #amwriting (finally) #novembernotes

In November of 2016, I evidently was much more, errrr….what is the word…prolific? Indefatigable? I participated in both NaNo and November Notes, hosted then by Sarah and Rosema. I didn’t realize until last week that they had brought back November Notes again this year.  Continue reading

Reading Writer Observation #8–Make Me Care!

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I had a hard time getting through the last book I read. Although the writing was dry, it was smooth. Sometimes there was quite a bit of detail, but I didn’t think that was the problem. Finally (because I’m slow) I determined that I didn’t care about the characters. Continue reading

Release Time!

Welcome to my crazy world. Oh, forgive me. This is completely normal!

This is not venting because I’m not angry at the world or miffed or whatever it is that makes people want to vent. We’ll call it my release…because that’s the daily prompt and as good of a word as any. We’ll call it the releasing of a balloon into a brilliant blue sky. Continue reading