The exhibition is supposed to be a forum for us to express and showcase our art.
So, I fail to understand why attendees look at our masterpieces with looks of disbelief.
Is it perhaps the prolific use of neon paints?
Or can it be the optical sublimity of our strokes on paper?
Surely the fault cannot lie with us, if not our illustrations.
Have they never seen mice paint before?
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
Prompts –
A Much Larger World
Lies Beyond Your Lean Vision
If You Choose To See…
Prompt –
Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Came As Maiden Fair,
Showed True Form When The Moon Shone
Damned Shapeshifter
Prompt – Sunday Writing Prompt, May 30/21 – Shape-shifter | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (wordpress.com)
“A Single Bullet Deleted His Future.”
Prompt – Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #69 – December 19, 2020
It was a contest like no other.
Testing nerves against the myth of the graveyard: Spend a night there, without letting the ambient atmosphere unnerve you. None lasted through the night. Either fear claimed them, making them run.
Or the graveyard did.
Word Count: 42
Prompts:
Your Daily Word Prompt – #Ambient – #YDWordPrompt November 29, 2020
She hides from him – his hungry eyes and itching hands.
She hides silently, waiting for him to come closer.
She hides, but the scars on her back and the bruises on her legs stand exposed
She hides with bated breath, listening closely to his approaching steps.
She hides, as he calls out to her in his sickening, singsong voice.
She hides the blade behind her back, right until the moment he is in range.
The knife plunges deep, penetrating into his shallow soul.
Now, she hides no more.
Word Count: 88
Prompts:
I come from a tribe of head-hunters, so I will never need a shrink.
It’s a paradox, but I believed it to be the truth. That was until the voices in my head began speaking. Just one in the beginning. But soon, nineteen others joined in. I demurred visiting a shrink even when their constant chattering and bickering began drowning out my own thoughts. On some lonely nights I would feel my entire conscious self shoved to the bottom of my mind, the voices taking over completely. For the very first time I felt that I was no longer in control of my own body. I booked an appointment with the shrink at once.
The shrink heard me out patiently, even heard out some of the statements made by the other voices. She asked me to write down the names of the voices, if I knew them. I knew all twenty of them and missed out on none. The shrink read through the list calmly, her index finger tracing a path along the page. She adjusted her glasses as she reread the list. She kept the paper aside, and pulled out her cellphone, tapping away furiously. After a minute of scrolling through it, she stood up from her chair, and stared at me with a look of horror on her face.
So, I did try visiting a shrink. In the end, even her smart little head was not enough. She only added to my troubles. Now I have to deal with twenty one voices, trying to get back at me.
Word Count – 260
Prompts:
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #162
Your Daily Word Prompt – #Demur – #YDWordPrompt November 20, 2020
In Life, We Must Choose:
To Face The Change Head On, Or
Run And Change Our Face
Prompt: Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 311 Change&Face
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Prompt – Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #42 – June 13, 2020
The Dark Netizen 