My Torn, Ripped Heart
Can Be Mended Only By
Eating All Your Hearts…
Prompt:
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #257 Rip&Mend
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Three Line Tale: Your Heart
Dear child, go ahead and live out your heart to the fullest and may nobody stop you from doing it.
But beware the little black people who reside within you, and guard your heart from them, little one.
They enjoy dragging your heart down and making it sink to the depths of dark waters and smile as they do it…
Word Count: 60
Prompt:
Haiku: Icy Heart
My Icy Heart Beats,
But It Is Closed Now. Just A
Blank, Empty, Locked Vault…
Prompt:
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 112, “Cold & Safe,” #SynonymsOnly
This week, I have chosen Icy and Vault as synonyms of Cold and Safe..
Happy reading! 🙂
Flash Fiction: Sanity
The voice won’t stop speaking.
I am on the fringe of my sanity. Within my heart, I know something bad is coming. The voice is announcing its arrival.
A bullet is my only escape…
Word Count: 34
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #81 – Fringe
Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Heart
Image Source – Bullet in the head by pierre5454 on DeviantArt
Flash Fiction: Writing in the Sand
Detective Burns knew that he could not afford to waste any time because innocent lives were at stake.
In truth, when the call was received, Burns had ignored it as a prank, since no sane person would call and indifferently declare three murders.
However, upon inquiry, Burns realized that three people had indeed been reported missing.
Heart thumping in his chest, Burns reached the beach, at the location specified by the caller.
As soon as he saw the two Ks etched in the sand, Burns teared up.
The buried, hacked bodies confirmed the return of the Krooked Killer.
Prompts:
Flash Fiction: Sky of Hearts
Mommy, why do we this, send all our heart balloons into the sky at the same time every year?
Little one, this is our tradition of finding soul mates: if two balloons meet and pop together, that means the two people have been chosen for each other by Father Sky and then they are to spend their lives together; just like I met your father.
But mommy, what if my balloon pops with another girl’s balloon, or if it pops along with multiple balloons, or if it pops alone in the air; what does that mean?
Word Count: 96
Written for Three Line Tales Week 125
