The first time Sara and I visited these cliffs, we took the train from the city, rented bikes, and rode to this site. The view was spectacular and Sara had a special glow about her. We fell in love.
I have should known that our love was hopeless. She came from a wealthy family and, to her parents, status was everything. When she told them about me, they furrowed their eyebrows in disapproval and forbade her from seeing me.
We now stand together at the precipice, nothing left to live for. In this world, anyway.
(Exactly 94 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing prompt, where the word is “glow.”
Also for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley.
Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (train), Word of the Day Challenge (spectacular), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hopeless), and My Vivid Blog (eyebrows).
Written for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt, where the word is “seasons.”
This week, Linda G. Hill has asked us to use the word “luck” for our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I thought I’d use some quotes about luck from people you may have heard of.
“Diligence is the mother of good luck.” — Benjamin Franklin
“The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.” — Wilson Mizner
“I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five.” — Steven Wright
“I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.” — Stephen Leacock
“The more I practice the luckier I get.” — Gary Player
“Growing old is something you do if you’re lucky.” — Groucho Marx
“Those who have succeeded at anything and don’t mention luck are kidding themselves.” — Larry King
“I get no respect. The way my luck is running, if I was a politician I would be honest.” — Rodney Dangerfield
“Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
“We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?” — Jean Cocteau
“The best luck of all is the luck you make for yourself.” — Douglas MacArthur
“Hey Jerry, are you all right?” Craig called out as he ran over to where Jerry was standing. “That was some blast.” When he got to Jerry, Craig looked down and saw what Jerry was staring at. “Damn,” he said.
Jerry let out a loud sigh. “I’ve been working on the motorcycle engine for three months and was about to put it back on the bike,” he said. “And now look at it. It’s just a pile of twisted parts.”
“Well,” Craig said, “it could have been worse if it had blown up while you were riding the motorcycle.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.
Welcome to August 14, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “hopeless.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.