This Senryu was written for I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu.
Music from the past
Broken keys once played with love
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This flash fiction of 99 words was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt word being: KOALA
“The wombats are coming, Mama,” said joey koala all excited after waking up from his nap.
“Yes, they are dear now would you help me set up the picnic table for the feast.”
“When are they going to get here mama?”
“They should be here shortly. They move much faster than we’re able, so I’d say sooner than later.”
“Here put this plate of tussock beside the eucalyptus leaves and then we’re going to tidy up before everyone gets here.”
When the wombats arrived they all mulled around the picnic table enjoying the food before starting to play games.
Mama koala with joey
The closest relative to the koala is the wombat. The females both have pouches making them marsupials and both are herbivores. The koala’s life expectancy is 10 – 15 years and the wombat’s usually live 5 years.
I’m feeling lucky today so let’s go to the casino.
Nah, I never win, and my horoscope says my money is low, but you can go, I don’t mind staying home.
Just for half an hour, come with me and I’ll buy you a beer.
We went and a slot machine had my attention, so I had to play it, but the twenty I put in rapidly went down.
See, what did I tell you, I never win, I have no luck at all.
Then on the last spin, the machine burst into wild spins and ended up paying $220.00.
This Six Sentence Story was written for a challenge over at Denise’s. This weeks word prompt is “BURST”
They have the hairiest legs, I say
There you go down the drain
Back to where you once came
A creepy crawler is what you are
The ugliest bug by far
Multiple legs are what you have
Don’t you dare make me mad
I saw you walking down the stairs
Surely you thought I wasn’t aware
One day I saw you on a wall
Got interrupted by a call
In China, they eat you deep-fried or grilled
Which makes me feel very ill
Runaway and hide today
Never come back any day
Man holding Scolopendra gigantea. Trinidad, 1961
This weeks challenge is “Language”
French was not a favorite subject of Katie’s and she hated the homework that went with the class.
She’d bring home her homework and her mother would always insist on helping her with French as she was failing the class. Her mother would make her write out un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, and so on until she’d hit one hundred. Katie did this for a month hating her mother for making her do this.
Then there was practicing the language itself. Not only did Katie have to write out sentences, but she also had to memorize them and translate them into English.
At the end of the school year, Katie received an award in French for “Most Improved French Student”. Everything her mother made her do, paid off in the end with persistence.
I sat in silence staring across the room
My heart a flutter as I assumed
You were alone and staring back at me
Never had I felt to this degree
Never did I ever foresee
What was about to happen to me
There was no doubt at all
All that I felt was enthral
This was written for Sammi Cox – Weekend Writing Prompt #113.
Every person at the plant was wondering what the upcoming meeting was going to be about.
Some suspected a big layoff as the work that was coming in was sparse and the fact that all overtime had been suspended for the last month had them worried.
The managers and supervisors were all in the dark too and were being asked by several people what was going on and all they’d say was everyone would find out at the meeting after lunch.
Gathered all together anticipating the worst the employees sat in silence waiting for the CEO to begin.
“Hello everyone, I know you’re all wondering why I called this meeting today and for what purpose.”
“First, off next month we’re getting in a big contract to process and we’ll be needing all hands on deck and I want you all to be prepared for overtime hours and if you had vacation time booked, it is now canceled.”
This short story was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. The prompt word for this week is PROCESS.
“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.
“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”
There was a bridge, across the road
From here I could see there were toads
We crossed the road and to our surprise
The bridge was covered in big black fly’s
Then it hit us like a ton of bricks
The smell was bad and it was thick
So we left the bridge alone
Decided to run, all the way home
“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.
“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”
This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.
Choices she made
Sadly, hurting some
Regretting it every day
Wanting to make amends with some
The ones she absolutely did love
Forgiveness does not always come easy
This Etheree is a poetry form that consists of 10 lines of 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 syllables was written in response to a challenge over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #270.
This poem was written in response to July Writing Prompts over at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
She was the sun
She warmed my heart
I never knew that we would part
She was so young
It wasn’t fair
Still, I see her everywhere
She dries my tears
When I cry
Wanting her to be alive
She comes to me in the night
When I dream all is right
She was my mother
And will always be
A big part of me