The Amulet

The unforgiving sun bathing me with its flamed rays makes this journey even more excruciating. But I have to see her. I have to.

She was adamant to go first without me, but I insisted. I want to prove her that I can walk this long path alone, with just one limb. Sore and drenched in sweat, I almost regret she let me win. But I can see her looking at me, her little eyes cheering for me, waiting for me patiently.

Like an amulet, I gently caress the ring inside my pocket and resume limping towards my future wife.

Word count: 100 words

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Photo credit: Adam Ickes


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 12 August 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:

No Wedding

I woke up without her beside me. We argued last night. Maybe she finally gave up on me. But as I looked for her, I saw the pile of hay arranged in her signature way. She made a breakfast for me. She did not leave me. She was kidnapped.

My mind was racing, so as my noisy hooves as I look for her around the ranch. Then I remembered the wedding.

I rushed towards the pavilion and saw several cars parked and the elegantly-embellished venue. My purely white wife will take the bride to this chapel. I heard she is part of the human’s elaborate wedding hullabaloo that we gladly never had.

We need not an extravagant event just to seal our love, my wife and I surely know that.

Word count: 130

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Photo credit: Phylor


NOTE: So I am back!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 Thank you dearest PJ for waiting for me. You know I missed FFfAW a lot! 😀

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 02, 2016.

Rules:

  • 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 hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Word-High July: Gigil

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Gigil

The softness of her hands
has been my gigil’s fortress
as I resist kissing
her soft, silky lips.

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Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 29 –Gigil.

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Word-High July: Kundiman

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Kundiman

I have sing a thousand songs among millions of crying audience.
But there is nothing more special than the love-made song I have sang,
when our two hearts become one.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 20 – Kundiman.

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Melodious

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Melodious: A Miku*

Rhythmic sighs
and in sync heartbeats—
our first night.

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Photo credit: Unsplash.com

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


Abbreviated Haiku is written in either 2 lines with syllable count 7/2 or 3 lines with syllable count 3/5/3 or 2/3/2. This is sometimes called Miku*.

Word-High July: Siping

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Siping

I have never been excited
to see the moon defeat the sun,
to feel the bed against my warmth,
until the day we shared my surname.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 15 –Siping.

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And Then

And Then: A Haibun*

Cheers and squeals like flock of giddy birds bade goodbye to the newly weds. Hand on hand, he takes her to the restored Cadillac that took her to the church this morning. Twenty more minutes they’ll arrive in their home, amid winter’s rash cries their bodies will create warmth of their own. For the fifth time he kissed her soft yet with urgency, with eyes closed they were not able to see.

iced road cradles cars,
tires screech with blinding bright light,
and then there were none.

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In response to May Book Prompts –  by Sarah Doughty and MahWrites.

Today’s prompt is And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

And Then There Were None

*Haibun

Haibun is a joining of prose and haiku. Originating in Japan, found as far back as the 10th century and made popular by Basho in the 17th century, it is autobiographic often taking the form of a travelogue. Modern haibun usually draws its inspiration from everyday events. The form usually opens with prose which is short narrative. It sets the scene or describes a specific moment in objective detail. The haiku that follows relates to the core of the prose bringing emotional insight through an intensified image. There can be one or more prose-haiku combinations.

  • The prose describes in depth a scene or moment in a detached manner. It should be brief, concise and poetic. It is written in present tense and does not give away the moment of insight that should be revealed in the haiku that follows.
  • The haiku should not be in direct relationship with the prose but bring a different slant to the images to heighten the emotion drawn from the defining moment of the prose revealed in the haiku. It should not repeat words or phrases from the prose.

Bridal Car

26 years ago, this car was just a rusted metal crap in my grandpop’s old garage. It was left to decay and die its natural death until I was born. Once my painter parents learned their first child will be a girl, they christened the car with colours. We’re like twins born on that fateful summer day.

With thousand trips this car has took me and my family, today is both the happiest and the saddest.

Tonight this car won’t bring me home any more, cause it is now my turn to create a home I will call my own.

Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Saima (SWritings) of Dollops of Heedful Ramblings


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 10, 2016.

Rules:

  • 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 the lovely prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Love Chant*

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Love Chant*

How do I love thee?
I’ll write you letters till your eyes cannot see.

How do I love thee?
I’ll reach you even in the deepest blue sea.

How do I love thee?
I’ll sing you songs till you can’t hear me.

How do I love thee?
I’ll command the stars to shine to you brightly.

How do I love thee?
I’ll hold your hand, till it’s gray and skinny.

How do I love thee?
I’ll tell the wind to breathe life to you endlessly.

How do I love thee?
I’ll remind you of our love, when your brain forgets about me.

How do I love thee?
I’ll stopped time, when your heartbeat dies slowly.

How do I love thee?
I can say more but nothing will ever be enough, to tell you…
How do I love thee.

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In response to Napowrimo Day 26. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)

 

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Calls-and-responses are used in many sermons and hymns (and also in sea chanties!), in which the preacher or singer asks a question or makes an exclamation, and the audience responds with a specific, pre-determined response.

*Chant

The Chant is from Latin cantus, meaning song, but this genre of verse dates back far beyond the days of Homer and Virgil. As most verse, it began as an oral tradition and it probably was heard echoing off the walls of cave dwellers in prehistoric times. The chant is verse in which a word, phrase, line and rhythm is repeated again and again. The repetition is strong and the rhythm hypnotic. But it didn’t get left behind in the caves, more modern verse forms or poetic genres have employed elements of the chant, such as the blues and slave or prison work songs.

The Chant is:

  • repetitive, usually a word, phrase, line, a rhythm is repeated over and over.
  • musical, it should contain a rhythmic beat.
  • written without a beginning, middle or end.
  • rhymed at the discretion of the poet.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

Silent Witness

Salted breeze combed my hair as my bare soles sink in sun-bathed sand. With eyes closed, my ears are delighted by the singing pelicans.

Then suddenly, a strong force hugged me from the back. Chills ran through me as his lips moved closer. He whispered “Do you remember?”

Slowly I turned, looked into his full-of-love familiar eyes, and said the words I uttered to him a year ago.

I was speechless when he get down on his knees. After a minute no less, in front of armless Neptune and a full blue moon, I said “I do, of course, yes.”

Word count: 100

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

Photo credit: Mom the Obscure


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 03, 2016.

Rules:

  • 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 the lovely prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ I missed this so much and I am glad to be back! 😀

Read more short stories here: