church

Haiku: Freed

Shells Disturbed Foundations,
Church Walls Cannot Hold Us Now.
Step Out, My Demons…


Prompt:

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #8

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Flash Fiction: Clock

Edgar, Allan, and Poe were at their weekly green session.

Edgar spoke up.

“Bros…let’s play the What Am I Talking About Game, yes?”

His friends simply nodded in agreement. Edgar continued.

“So…I see an old Church, that has many minarets and..”

Poe thwarted Allan.

“Bro..it’s the damn clock.”

Edgar clapped.

“Whoa…! It is almost as if you read my mind, bro.”

“Man, the clock is right there…”

“Oh, right!”

Allan sat up.

“Now me! I see…a cross, and towers..”

Allan and Poe contemplated momentarily, and shrugged

“No idea…”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 14 SEPTEMBER 2018

BrewNSpew Cafe – September 10, 2018