The shouting passed unheard, but a whisper echoed like bells.
#hangtenstories 360 (whisper)
Easy smiles with so much hidden
Dubious origins of wisdom
#hangtenstories 319 (dubious)
On the radio, broadcasting loud and clear…please tune in
#hangtenstories 356 (radio)
Can’t make something loveable, but that doesn’t mean it’s unloveable
#hangtenstories 355 (loveable)
He complained of not feeling himself, having odd thoughts and weird dreams. His wife laughed it off; his sleepwalking and talking were worse. His barber tutted at his unkempt appearance. The pulsating growth on the back of his neck continued to grow. #horrorprompt
They cast the #dice.
It was a game changer and cold realisation gripped like a choking grip…the cry went out.
As lights flickered, their shadow twisted on the wall bound to regret.
In the gloom, it looked like black rain, but when we reached out, hands turned red. Above us, our friends littered the trees #horrorprompt
They were gone, their things packed in cardboard boxes. How #compact life became. She wept; there should have been more #flashdogs #vss365
In retrospect everyone’s an expert, when you come to think.
#hangtenstories 321 (retrospect)
Reading the signs and learning curves, becoming a flesh aficionado
#hangtenstories 350 (aficionado)
Opening doors, crossing thresholds, climbing walls…careful! Choice may build your prison.
If you scratch away the back of this two way mirror in which you bask, you’ll see reflections of who you used to be and want to be spewing vitriol rivers. And mirrors crack easier than dams. #horrorprompt
A photo in a locket
Empty hand in a pocket
#hangtenstories 349 (locket)
`He’s in his #prime’
‘Like a number!’
‘His factors only include self and one’
‘Is 2 a prime?’
‘Yep. He’s vain too’
Striving to be erudite…but don’t bury yourself in books
#hangtenstories 322 (erudite)
I’m never too serious; I always need a good laugh
#hangtenstories 324 (serious)
Learnt early on to cry in the rain so no one knows.
The horizon calls the unsettled heart, ’til it learns to look within
It spread better than the deadliest virulent pathogen, killing them before they knew they were sick, spreading on indifference #horrorprompt
On our bloody knees worshipping these false gods bloated on misplaced faith.
A hand touched mine–accidental and unexpected–but it reached deep inside
Accord each their fair lot and praise, a proper appreciation
#hangtenstories 325 (accord)
A familiar riff thrilled the air, like a call to prayer, and rejuvenated, the old couple forgot age and began to #boogie
You choose to replace not repair, forgetting what was invested.
#hangtenstories 326 327 (replace choose)
A rasp, then the #match caught and she burnt as she lit another cigarette, where her promises stung eyes and fell as ash #flashdogs #vss365
I #type, fingers clicking away, but between mind and hands, I lose meaning. Doubt graffitied the blank page.
The tracks were near Granny’s back fence. She sat waving it past and I’d chase the #train. She knew I’d catch it one day #flashdogs #vss365
Her byline in each loving sign that she’d been here
#hangtenstories 331 (byline)
You can’t extract #help if there’s none to be had. Don’t assume a source will yield, making prisons out of expectations #flashdogs #vss365
The wind scooped up the reddish dust and scattered it over the travellers, as though adding #spice to their adventure #flashdogs #vss365
Morning, when the covers shift and the wamth of night is ousted by the cold of coming day and dreams are swept away like cobwebs #LossLit
The tears we spill may float unsaid words to another
This bittersweet treat of holding you through days too short
#hangtenstories 334 (treat)
Being called a #saint grated on sore nerves just trying to make amends. All she wanted was to be good.
Loved the wrong spirits, so took him a while to mourn. Now he sits in the cold and the dark, yearning to be #haunted
The #raven is a patient dinner guest. But he’ll cherry pick, pick, peck at all your soft places first.