It used to be majestic
It used to be serene
It used to a tranquil
It used to be peaceful
It used to be beautiful
A sanctuary for birds and animals
Now it’s burning
Flames reaching the sky
Smoke choking the air
The birds are not chirping
The animals are not scurrying
It’s no longer majestic
It’s no longer serene
It’s no longer tranquil
It’s no longer peaceful
It’s no longer beautiful
It’s our fault
The signs were there
But we chose to ignore them
To deny it and call it a hoax
It didn’t have to be this way
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Top photo credit: Bikurgurl. Second photo credit: Cameron Strandberg
“I’m sick and tired of meeting people and the first question out of their mouths is ‘What do you do for a living?’” Jack said. “I do what I do. That’s all they need to know.”
“I get it, Jack, but getting to know someone is often through finding out what they do, whether for a living or for fun,” Alicia said. “Besides, asking what someone does is just a first step to finding out who they really are.”
“Yeah, I know, Alica,” Jack admitted. “You’re right, of course. I’m just being overly sensitive because I’m unemployed at the moment.”
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.
It was a chilly night for August, but when Eli asked Erin to meet him at dusk on the beach near the marina, she agreed. She put on a jacket and scarf and walked the quarter mile to their usual spot. Eli was already there, sitting on a large piece of driftwood.
“Hi,” Eli said.
“Hi,” Erin responded. Then awkward silence.
Suddenly Eli turned to Erin, got down on one knee, pulled out a small box from his jacket, and said, “Erin, will you marry me.”
Erin stared off into the distance and said, “Looks like a storm is brewing.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.
“You’re a complex man, Harry,” Stanley said as the two old friends slowly walked across the bridge that separated the two sides of the city.
“Are you being facetious?” Harry asked. “If so, I don’t appreciate it one bit.”
“Harry,” Stanley said, “You’re always such a wet blanket. It’s a beautiful day, we’re in an interesting part of the world, and all you do is complain. Can’t you just go with the flow?”
“Maybe it’s not the flow that’s the problem,” Harry said.
What do you mean by that, Harry?” Stanley asked.
“Draw your own conclusions, Stanley. You always do.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (complex), Fandango’s One-World Challenge (facetious), Word of the Day (blanket), and Jibber Jabber (draw).
There had always been a spark between them, but interoffice fraternization was frowned upon, so they each did their best to ignore the mutual attraction. Neither wanted to jeopardize their marriages.
Joe had been scheduled to attend the business conference at Sea World with his boss. But when something came up and his boss couldn’t go, Becky was picked to go instead.
When the two checked into the hotel, they discovered they were assigned adjoining rooms. Shortly after they each entered their rooms, Becky opened the sliding doors that separated the two rooms and was standing naked, inviting Joe in.
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.