The Picnic

after more than a decade of virtual hugs and late night chats, the four girlfriends have finally met again for a summer picnic.

two married, one engaged, one still single, they’ve bonded because of one common denominator: a guy they played love with. a nerd from college who’s known for his ragged blue jeans and an old-day-smelling shirt.

under the hot sun with the smoky smell of barbecue, there was no sound but their joyful giggles. until a dashing, familiar man appeared. until they heard nothing but bangs after bangs. then the green lawn turned red with fresh blood.

silence.

Word count: 100
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Yarnspinner

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 09, 2017. 🙂

BLEEDING LINES

My debut book Between My Bleeding Lines is now available on Amazon and Createspace! Please see the following links:

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Missing Heart

An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes.

Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one– legs, arms, head– none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful teenager. Until he confessed and surrendered and then plead not guilty.

“I thought I am guilty of killing her, but I am not. I did not kill her. I just took back what she said is mine before she married that stupid man.”

No one tried to speak.

“Her heart is mine, and will forever be mine. I buried it under the logs beside my home, our could have been home.  I gave her back to the world who never dared to accept us. I only kept her heart. What is wrong with that?”

Word count: 150
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Loreta Notto

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 02, 2017. 🙂

 

The Painting

I asked my mom this morning about the almost burnt painting I saw last week in our attic. Its main subject is a woman dressed in glamor and elegance. She looked like me and my mommy but I am quite sure she is not my granny.

To my surprise, mom turned pale and then sad and then angry. “I thought I was able to throw it. Don’t touch it again,” she said.

I stared and waited for more. Sighing, she continued.

“She’s your granny’s mom. The man and the girl were your granny’s dad and sister. She burned their house and killed all including herself because of jealousy. Your granny and that painting are the only survivors of that fire.”

Word count: 120
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: The Storyteller’s Abode

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 28, 2017. 🙂

Book Review: A Murder Is Announced by Agatha Christie

A Murder is Announced

“It’s what’s in yourself that makes you happy or unhappy.”

45th – A Murder Is Announced (Miss Marple, #5) by Agatha Christie

Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ (BEST, GREAT read!)

What is it about: Villagers expect a fun game after a Gazette announcement of murder, but when lights flash off, shots ring out, and a masked burglar falls dead, the Inspector and vicar’s wife Bunch call in expert Miss Jane Marple. Was Swiss hotel clerk Rudi framed? Miss Letitia Blackstone houses scatty Dora, cousins Julia and Patrick, gardener widow Phillipa, and paranoid cook Mitzi.

What I Love: Madame Agatha Christie is one beautifully twisted writer. You can never ever know who kills who. She is the best example why I love mystery and crimes. The tension, the suspense, the revelation! Geez!!

What I Don’t Love Much: Nothing!

Wise Words: “…what people do see at a moment of intense excitement and nervous strain. What they do see and, even more interesting, what they don’t see.”

“…if you have pain, you know how to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of the times when pain stops.”

“One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.”

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo and Story Summary: Goodreads and Unsplash

Mirror: Fiction with Vignettes

I’m an audience for decades now but no one knows I’m watching.

1945

“Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself.

Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe.

“Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.”

2015

“You’re such a beautiful lass,” I giddily tell myself as I stand in front of my antique mirror.

I’m finding it hard to apply my eyeliner. Argh! Why can’t I control my nerves?

Yep. I’m too excited, for him to see me.

1945

Blood. My little toe is surely bleeding now.

I tried to go out quick and get a bandage.

I am almost near across the mirror, when I heard loud footsteps.

They’re coming.

2015

One hour. That’s how long, or maybe how short, our first date was.

I can’t remember the details but it was great! Because I invited him here at my room!

As I sneak a look at his handsome face reflected in my mirror, I know my decision is right.

1945

I tried to be as small as I can be. I tried to stop any noise from me, even my own ragged breathing.

But I can hear the soldiers’ voices, in foreign language, go louder as they come near me.

I want to take a peek at the mirror again. But I stopped myself.

2015

I know it’s too late now to be such a conservative lady.

It’s already 2015, so it’s no big deal. This is love at first sight, indeed.

How did I know? Well, he just wrote ‘I love you’ in my mirror!

1945

I almost jumped when someone grabbed me.

Now he’s dragging me towards my bed as his two comrades cheer him up.

I screamed, to no avail.

I looked at myself in the mirror, as he lay me down on my own bed.

I am seeing myself, for the last time.

2015

I know I almost planned for this but I am still somehow surprised when he started kissing me.

His lips are now invading mine, I like it at first but… I’m feeling a bit uneasy now.

I tried to push him away as he tries to lay me down.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said as I try to stop him.

“No!” he shouted.

My eyes went wide, as through my mirror I see him pull out a pocket knife.

11.25.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Tumblr
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 18 Assignment.
Compose a series of anecdotes
Today, tell a story through a series of anecdotes (also called vignettes): short, episodic scenes or moments that together read as variations on the same theme. They can each be as short or long as you see fit — they don’t have to be the same length — but they need a common feature to tie them together, whether it’s a repeated phrase, a similar setting, a literary device, or the appearance of the same person.

The Jar’s Secret

A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar
towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer
sits silently among empty, hollow bottles.
Inside hides the ashen remains
of your once iridescent, glistening soul,
I still remember how I carefully pour
after I watch you burn in whole.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash


In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #114 by Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Read his own jar-inspired poem titled Pickled Summer.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Wordle Special Addition Sight “August 15th, 2016”.

Pick One

Carefully choosing among the sharp, the hard, the brute and the bad,
my shaking hand grazes the powerful tools’ varied edges
as it discerns what it’ll use to you and your mistress.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Ashim D’Silva


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Eight.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Nefarious

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Nefarious: A Nonet*

The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g
as grief’s black smoke covers beings,
billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling,
caused by all and nothing,
maybe humans just
love killing ‘til
earth ends with
nothing,
none.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


*The Nonet is:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line.
  • usually unrhymed.

Killing Each Other

Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension. but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change. – by Mitch AlbomThe Magic Strings of Frankie Presto


Last Sunday was
my country’s 118th Independence Day.
After 333 years of slavery
as Spain’s colony,
my country was allegedly
finally ‘set free’.

But freedom is a lie,
independence, oh let’s just sigh.
After Spaniards left
two more invaders crept.
More lives were wrecked,
no freedom,
no independence,
was felt.

~

After a century,
of war and slavery,
can I say my country is really free?

Well freedom is a choice,
a personal decision,
no one can take away
even an army’s legion.

~

On another side of globe,
50 lives were killed
by a single heavy weapon,
rat-ta-ta-tat-tat
a single man’s the felon.

~

Oh humans,
oh humans,
when will you stop killing each other?
Oh humans,
oh humans,
please acknowledge to live is better.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo from: Mitch Albom’s Facebook page


Also in response to Jacq’s Thinking Corner.

Have a peaceful and safe week, everyone!

❤

~

Homecoming

143 02 February 14th 2016

After I tried living in that stinky city fogged with asthma-inducing smoke for two long years, I am finally back to my bucolic peaceful home.

I regret leaving, because apparently no one noticed that I left, no one knew why I left.

No one was able to figure out how I successfully chopped her into pieces, and how  I intricately buried her lovely doll-like parts around that rhino-ranch.

I thought that would be my shining moment! But it wasn’t!

In fact, her endearing lovely head remained lost. Well, I still have them, preserved in the best way that I could.

I am not back to give it back, though.

I am back because it’s time to look for her companion.

I hope this time my great skills will be known!

Word count: 130

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction


In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for February 14, 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.

Enjoy more awesome stories here: