Back In Time

December 26, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Ancestry, Belonging, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, History, Micro-fiction, Science Fiction, Self Discovery, Time travel, Troglodyte, Weekend Writing Prompt 20 Comments

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After years of failure, ridicule, he was finally ready.

To find out the truth. About himself. About where he’d come from. Where he would’ve belonged.

He turned the dial. Held his breath. Grasped the handles. Stepped on the lever.

The world spun.

Time thumped.

A banshee screamed in his ear. Perhaps the wind. Perhaps his own voice.

When vertigo subsided, he swallowed bile. Inhaled. Opened his eyes.

A man in furs crouched near him. Spear in hand.

Boron’s heart flooded with relief and delight.

He knew it!

He was, down to his DNA, a troglodyte.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Troglodyte in 95 words

Not Forgotten

December 23, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Letting go, Loss, Memoriam, Mentor, Micro-fiction, Tribute 39 Comments

It was his favorite saying, so of course it was the one they chose. Never mind that no one else would understand the meaning. “Others,” he’d say, “have their own stories to hoard or trim or bloat or be rid of.”

They knew that no matter how far Heaven was, he’d see this and smile.

He’d taught them to let go of what held them down.

“Gone!” he would announce, tossing fistfuls of dirt to the wind to aid the transformation. “You’re free of this. You can move on!”

His motto gleamed above the desert sand.

Gone, but not forgotten.

Photo prompt © Trish Nankivell

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Waiting

December 19, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, Current events, Emergency, hope, Hospital, Languid, Micro-fiction, Poetry, Surgery, Waiting, Weekend Writing Prompt, Worry 18 Comments

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He drooped as hours

Lingered

Without any

News.

He tried to read but

Worry clogged his

Views.

He paced awhile but

Found his feet too heavy

As his hope grew

Weak.

The moments stretched

Their languid

Endless

Streak.

“It’s done,”

A soft voice filtered

To him

Through the mist.

“She’s resting comfortably.

So is your newborn son.”

For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Languid in 57 words

Elfie’s Solution

December 17, 2020December 18, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Aptitude, Attitude, CCC, Creative writing, Elf, Flash Fiction, Holidays, Just for fun, Micro-fiction, Siblings, Word Play 14 Comments

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“Not every elf can be on a shelf.”

Elfie heard this all his life. From his teachers at the Santa Academy. From his parents, Elfonso and Elfinia. From his judgy Aunt Elfisia. And now from his insufferable brother Elfonso Junior (who everyone called EJ), who just had to rub in the fact that he had gotten into the EFS (Elves For Shelves) program, while Elfie did not.

“But what if I want to be an elf on a shelf?” Elfie protested.

“It’s not about what you want,” his mother scolded. “It is about your Efltitude Score.”

“…and,” EJ added with an elfin smirk, “as we all know, you don’t quite measure up.”

If it weren’t for his mother’s presence, Elfie would have tossed EJ under a reindeer.

Thinking of reindeer. And reins … gave him an idea.

No shelf? No problem.

He’d hang out as an elf by himself.

For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Winter’s Tread

December 15, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: cold, Creative writing, dVerse, Fireplace, Inglenook, Micro-fiction, Poetry, Quadrille, Untold Stories, Warmth, winter, Writing Challenge 28 Comments

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When the cold gripped hard

And pulled life from the sinews

Of the earth,

And when the wind screamed wild

Among the emptied branches

Overhead,

She’d seek the warm embrace

Of the inglenook’s fireplace

And write a book

Of summer’s heat

Inside her

Head.

For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: Inglenook

Not Long Now

December 12, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, Current events, Facts Matter, Insecurity, It is time, Niggle, Not Okay, Poetry, Politics, Reality, Weekend Writing Prompt 20 Comments

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He failed but would not let it go.

He would not let things rest.

He has to prod and press and woe

In niggling senseless tests.

He cannot accept evidence.

He contradicts all fact.

His weakness grows in petulance

Yet haggle seems he must.

A pity he’s so insecure.

His desperate noisome pouts.

Yet reason in most still endures

And his time will soon run out.

For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle in 66 words

Windmills

December 5, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Creative writing, Cult, Current events, Facts Matter, Insanity, Petulance, Poetry, Quixotic, Reality check, Tantrums, Weekend Writing Prompt 16 Comments

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So he shouts

At the wind

For blowing

To where he did not

Want it,

And demands

Others swear

There’s no wind

Because he’s so

Quixotic.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic in 26 words

Do Or Die

November 28, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Bad idea, Boxed in, Creative writing, Dire, Flash Fiction, Horror, Micro-fiction, Oy vey, Weekend Writing Prompt 24 Comments

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There were no two ways about it. The situation was dire.

He pressed his weight onto the box to seal it.

Nailed it shut.

He stood back then to admire his handiwork.

A wall of boxes. Most of them no longer wiggling.

It was do or die.

And it wasn’t going to be him who did the dying.

For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Dire in 58 words

Watch Out

November 26, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: CCC, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, friends, imagination, Micro-fiction, Omen, Photo prompt, Pigeons, Siblings, Waiting, Watch 14 Comments

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“See that thing?” Holly whispered.

“What thing?” Harold mumbled, eyes barely lifted from the miniature screen of his new smart-watch.

“That thing!” Holly covered her brother’s wrist with her hand. “Over there.”

Harold sighed and looked around. Old metal fences that once cordoned lines of people. Rotten concrete. Musty dankness. A deserted skating rink. What’s to see?

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

Holly exhaled exasperation. “That bird,” she hissed.

“Oh. A brown pigeon. Unusual coloring.”

His sister’s fingers tightened around his wrist and he grimaced at the pressure on his watch. It was new. She’d ruin it before he could show it off. “Hey, let go! What?!”

“I don’t care about its coloring. It is staring at us!”

“It’s just a bird.” He scrutinized the gate. His friends were very late.

“Yeah? Bet you won’t say that when it calls millions of its friends to dive in and peck us to death!”

For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge