Lips-made Poetry

The growling, glaring velvet sky is angry,
as if it’s sharp lighting and loud thunder can stop you and me
from etching our bodies with lips-made poetry.

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

Photo credit: Breno Machado

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

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.

The Painter

It’s as if no one’s breathing, as if the clock stopped ticking, as the white cloth draped around the statue slowly unveils my painted carabaos.

Cheers roar, claps chatter, tears fall, it has only been three months since this town was wreaked havoc by the strongest typhoon ever recorded. Million-worth of homes destroyed, dozens of trees uprooted, thousands of lives ended.

As I wipe my tear-soaked face, I know I made the right choice– to paint again after a decade-long hiatus caused by my gallery’s sudden bankruptcy. Now I’m painting not just expensive art, but joyful smiles from the heart.

Word count: 100

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

Photo credit: S. Writings

*This is inspired by the tragic Typhoon Haiyan, known as Yolanda, which hit the Visayas area of the Philippines on November 2013.

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 29, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for a though-provoking prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤

Read more short stories here:

The Stream

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

How beautiful.

Gently rushing,

lightly kissing

chunks of boulders you passed.

How calm.

Silently whispering,

softly creating

ripples and plopping sounds.


If you stayed that beautiful that night, my family and I would not be homeless. If your shy waters remained calmed and your current remained consistent, undisturbed, our community wont be in this stinky evacuation center.

Should I blame you or should I blame that storm for destroying the place we call home?

Should I blame your powerful flow or should I blame typhoon’s strong blows for turning our lively neighbourhood into rubble of woods and stones?

Tell me.

Word count: 100 words

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

Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 18 March 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:


Rains, especially downpours with scream-like thunders and sharp-like-knife lightnings, for me, are bad omens. That’s why when I saw the bright cloud shifts from blue to violet to black, my hands started shaking, my heartbeats began racing.

I have no beautiful memory with wet season, I only have the stark opposite.

A catastrophic over-300-kph typhoon killed my entire, whole family.

No one’s left but me.

Some say I am lucky.

I beg to disagree.

It took five long years before my brain recuperated. Even quiet showers used to make me scream for hours. I was wrecked, drowned by the strong storm left inside me.

Now, as I hold her for the first time, mute waters trickle down my face in sync to the sharp flashes and loud kabooms outside.

“Congratulations, Sir. Do you have a name in mind?” the doctor asked.

My tear-stained face painted a shy smile.

“Yes… Rainbow.”

Word count: 150

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

Photo credit: A Mixed Bag

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for March 13, 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: