I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills.

I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot. I’d lean my back against the wooden bark. You’d lay your head on my soft lap. You’d look up and seek my eyes. I’d stare back and realize— words aren’t needed, our singing eyes are enough.

I remember them all while you forgot them all.

Word count: 100

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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for June 05, 2016.

159 06 June 5th 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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New Girl

She’s the apple-of-the-eye of all the third graders, but not in a well-meant way. She is the newest kid with chubby cheeks and curly ginger hair. She’s deemed mysterious, actually, mischievous.

She lives in an old slaughterhouse found in the almost-abandoned area of our town. She allegedly lives with her grumpy evil-like grandpa. Some say they are witches or murderers– whatever horrible.

I don’t think she’s a witch, though she looks messy most of the time. But yes, their house and their lawn looked unsafe, unfriendly.

So why on earth am I walking towards their creepy boxed home holding three pieces of white daisies from my mom’s garden?

It’s because of her eyes. Oh, her eyes.

My heartbeat races, my knees felt like melting as I inch towards their not-so-well painted door. I just want to play with her. That’s all. That’s all.

I was stoned stunned as the door creaked slowly open even before I knocked.

I saw her smiling wide green-gray eyes behind a vast masculine figure.

“Go-go–good mor–ning, Si–Sir.”

“Calm down boy, I will not eat you.”

Word count: 180

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In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for March 20, 2016.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

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