dVerse prompt for Sept. 9, 2024 For your Prosery prompt, I have selected the first line from her (Tina Chang) poem “Love”: “ I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know. ” Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words. I purposely did not read the rest of Tina Chang's poem, as to not influence my first thoughts by her words and their meanings. I was recalled back to an overheard conversation between a group of teenage girls, who didn't realize I could hear. They were trying to come up with alternative ways they could have gotten "hickeys," or "love bites," what to tell their parents. I laughed and told them their parents told their parents those exact same things, and no one was fooled! No one would believe they "ran into a door knob," yet that's one that seems to pass through the ge...
The Sunday Muse #137 photo prompt The sun set for the last time on the condemned farm house. I stand at a distance where I can see the golden horizon reflected in the glass windows. I never knew this house when it was inhabited by anyone but ghosts. Those specters are why its windows are still intact. No one has dared to break the glass for fear of opening the floodgates for spirits and ghouls. Ghosts of the murdered… …and murderers alike. Something unholy, something unspeakable, occurred here. Something no one talks about. Those old enough to remember claim they don’t. The local newspaper archives were lost to a mysterious fire. Vague references to the murders exist only in faded, yellowed journals, dismissed as the rantings of paranoid farm-wives. No one questions. They’re af...
Great imagery.
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