The Friday Challenge #FromOneLine 269 prompt is a perfect reminder to live in the moment.
They danced with such abandon
Stars swirling at their feet
Clouds of glitter on their stage
Flamingo pink skies of dusk
Delicately embraced the twilight
Only dreams can play music such
Lyrics mingled with the heart’s rush
What is life, but what it is today
Live in the fleeting moment, for
January would tell a different story
For #FromOneLine ☆ Friday Challenge ☆ 265 a very short story (vss) inspired by the grottos and limestone caves of Vietnam that I recently visited. They seem to be the perfect settings for tales of fantasy and I am sure they have inspired many writers.
They navigated by touch, the jagged edges – cold and piercing. Deep inside the moist cave, they grasped hands and took delicate steps, cushioned between the stalactites and stalagmites. Which way to go, they did not know.
The ground was flimsy, or was it their petrified mind concocting fearsome stories? Toxic fumes rose and subsided, with a hiss. The walls closed in and a thought appeared like a streak of lightning – “This is the belly of the dragon.”
Then, the walls moved away and in the brief sliver of moonlight, they saw a lava-spewing throat. The mouth of the cave shut in a loud gasp and a crunch resounded in the depths. The nightmare was coming true. This was no mistake.
#FromOneLine ☆ Friday Challenge ☆
If anyone had been watching
The stars are brighter tonight
They sway in sparkly hammocks
To tunes of whispered cries
Wish upon a star, they said
For dreams can be fulfilled
By twinkly drops of cosmic light;
I, too, looked up at the brilliance
To catch a truant starling in flight
My pleas fizzled in its fiery demise;
I turned away, sad, despondent
But I found it in my pocket.
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