Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Money Pit

      Frantically I dash from one end of the house to the other placing assorted pots, pans, and buckets. 

      Outside the rain pisses down.  Inside persistent dripping taunts and my tears roll quickly in silent desperation.  Damn roof!  Damn house!  Damn weather forecast!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Cold Haiku


volcanic gazes frozen

hearts broken, love lost

Inspired by the prompt at

Monday, November 17, 2014

Destiny within the Jaws of Death



      Ensnared within the enemy’s clutches, I instinctively know he senses my terror, discovering it appetizing and thrilling. 

        I have never feared death before, but now that my demise is imminent, how can I not?   How will it feel to have the jaws rip me to shreds?  I pray death hurries.

Linking this to the Fiction Challenge "From 15 to 50"