Posted in Word Prompt

Silence / Tell

RDP: Silence
FOWC: Tell

Short, simple … I tried to make this into just a six word story but couldn’t quite work it out.

Don’t tell me your ‘what if’s’

Your silence is all I needed to hear.

Photo from the Pexel’s photo library – though I’d love to take a photo like this one day it is not mine.

Posted in flash fiction

Whale Song Dream

At night, while the washing machine spins our soiled clothes, it moans like a haunted whale song. Notes echo through the dark rooms, tempting us to a depth we’ve never met before. Slipping away beneath the waves of sleep, the songs carry us until we’re resting on the backs of giants hidden at the bottom of the sea. Their skin, like velvet, holds us against the undulating weight of the water trying to carry us on.

“You aren’t meant to stay” 

The giants drop us, sending our bodies down into the darkness. We fall forever, deeper and darker than we knew possible, before landing in beds of sand. Small creatures, keepers of this new darkness, prickle our fingers and toes. The sand curls into the folds of our skin and dances through our hair. The itching is infuriating but the darkness is heavy. It sits on our chests like a bully on the playground, pummeling our faces with meaty hands.

Suddenly, light, a small beam reflecting from a hook strung down by a fishing line. It roots in the darkness, searching for the target, before finding the fabric of my gown. More hooks descend, each carefully hooking our linen night clothes and pulling us away from the sand. We ascend, past the giants, towards the light. Our previous fears fall away with each grain of sand taken by the tide. Anxiously we await the chance to truly breathe. 

Breaking the surface we are met with nothing but fishing boats rowing away.

Image from the Pexel’s photo library

Posted in Word Prompt

Penumbra / Category

RDP: Penumbra
FOWC: Category
I’ve had a thing lately with writing about the “boring side” of being a grim reaper.

Photo from the Pexels library

Under the penumbra left by the Moon the priests got to work. The ceremony was far from categorical but each soul willingly submitted to being ripped from its body. 

“For the gods!”

If only they knew. 

The only thing waiting for them now was a group of bored reapers, a processing team, to shuffle them away. Then lines, lines eternal, as they stood waiting for paperwork to be completed.

One of the souls wandered towards them, bewildered by its new state. 

“There should be gold, all of the gods glory …”

Kevin, the senior-most reaper and stick in the mud of the team, stepped forward with his clipboard and a smirk.

“Name? I’ll need you to follow me. We’ll start your processing. The current wait is about 2 millenia but it won’t be bad. We’ll play some music.”

Posted in Word Prompt

Lighten/Meme

RDP: Lighten
FOWC: Meme

Sometimes, after a good round of doom scrolling, I feel the need to lighten the load. It’s reasonable I think. I typically retreat to the mainstays of internet comedy, memes. 

But meme’s can get dark too, a doom scrolling of a different type. 

Yesterday a meme of Marie Antoinette’s head came up. 

I smiled at first but then it was time for the execution to begin.

Maybe we’ll call this tales from the executioner.

Posted in flash fiction, friday fictioneers

Stage Fright

It started as a ball of anticipation settling into my stomach.

Rolling and roiling, loud grumbles began to escape. 

“I don’t feel good.”

My bandmates, bless them, pat my back and instructed me in deep breathing. 

It wasn’t enough.

I walked reluctantly on stage, head down and anxiety churning in my throat. 

Don’t look up.

Too late.

The packed house stared back, each pair of eyes boring holes straight into me.

I couldn’t even start playing before the churning in my throat spilled over.

That’s why we have to move, preferably tonight when no one can see me run away.

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers (late, late, I’m late …)

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Posted in flash fiction, Word Prompt

Sangfroid, Instead and Vampires

RDP: Sangfroid
FOWC: Instead

Offering a sort of sangfroid, the music was unlike anything the crowd had ever heard. Notes weaving from the stage slid their ways into the patrons brains.

They swayed.

They bounced.

They flailed.

They … except Marlon. A singular bastion of disgust in a sea of enthralled fish.

Marlon watched the band jump around the stage creating a cacophony.

“I will never understand.”

“You don’t have to! Just let the music take you!” His right hand woman, Aileen, jumped around beside him. “I can’t stop!” 

“I can’t imagine why. Instead of dancing why don’t you help kill the vampires.”

Aileen spun away, joining with another vibrating group of club patrons. 

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Posted in Coaching

What is Coaching?

I’ve been writing about coaching lately but I haven’t really explained what coaching is.

I’ve found that people have very different definitions of coaching. In my case coaching is the process of guiding someone to the answers they have within themselves.

It’s something often overlooked. We have the answers to our own questions/problems/desires. Sometimes we’re scared of them. Sometimes we can’t quite connect the dots between them. Sometimes we have to dig for them. Coaching facilitates those processes.

For me, coaching is about what you need or want and how to help you get there.

In talking to the community at large about coaching and what someone needs and wants creatively from a coach and coaching relationship, I’ve been given a lot of good points.

Now I’m asking you guys!

If you were to hire a coach to help you creatively, whether it’s writing, another creative endeavor or bringing creative thought/processes into your job or life, what are some things you would want to be coached on. What qualities would you look for in a coach?

Posted in stream of consciousness, Word Prompt

Gnaw

There’s something gnawing at the edge of my spirit

Small but persistent, hidden

Words once exchanged, hasty love

Bought sight unseen

Stored away in dark, cool places

It becomes secret doors

Scraped away in stone

And hidden ruminations

Based on smell alone

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gnaw

Posted in Coaching, Word Prompt

If there are no challenges, only opportunity …

If we believe every situation is an opportunity then what do we call this weeks pivotal moment?

In case you’re unfamiliar with the dumpster fire that has been US politics, let me give a brief explanation.

Trump held a rally, near the capitol, on the same day the vote was expected to be certified for Biden. He riled his followers up, as he has done for 4+ years, and they stormed the capitol. An angry mob of domestic terrorists broke into the building and vandalized it.

I watched it unfold in real time. As much as I wanted, I could not turn off the news.

I asked myself hundreds of questions.

But one recurring thought was “where are the police? where’s the national guard? These people literally have our capitol under siege.”

I know I’m not the only one who thought back to the protests in the wake of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor.

If we should find the opportunity in every situation … what was the opportunity here?

Maybe people who had told themselves Trump’s rhetoric wasn’t really that bad could finally see just how bad it is.

Maybe people finally saw systemic racism, or a lack thereof for this mob, in action.

It made me think of personal moments where things seemed dark and I wondered if sometimes the opportunity doesn’t fully show itself until afterwards. It was there, maybe we unknowingly followed it, but we didn’t realize it.

So I’m asking you, readers, how do you find the opportunity in moments that seem to have nothing but darkness to offer?

Because this was on the mind of many, I linked the RDP word of the day, mob.