Monday Reflection: Week 2

Welcome back to Monday Reflection! Let’s take a look at some of my favourite posts I saw on my reader this week!

Poetry

Does It Need a Title? by David Lohrey on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Scars or Lessons on The Fabricated

Demise by Frank Samuels

Stories

Becoming Me by Sandy Wilson on The Drabble

Blogs

Last week I shared a poetry blog with you, so this week I figured I’d share a blog dedicated to fiction. If you’re a keen writer, you can submit your flash fiction stories to Spelk; if you don’t want to submit, you should still visit from some fantastic flash from around the world!

I hope you enjoy going through these posts as much as I did. Happy reading! And if you’ve read something worth reading, add a link in the comments below to share it with everyone else!

Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Six

A great writing prompt, this one can be good if you can’t find a lot of time to write, but it really makes you think!

Only 100 Words

Welcome to Week Forty-Six of Three Line Tales.

three line tales week 46 a concrete daisy over a crack in the wall photo by Bruno Nascimento via Unsplash 

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

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2 December 2016

A great Friday prompt – 100 words based on a picture prompt.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100

THE ELEVENTH COMMANDMENT

            In preparation for his bar mitzvah, twelve-year-old Harvey Weinstein opened the book to his parashah. His stomach rumbled. “I’m hungry.”

            “Sh’mot beginning with Chapter 16,” said Rabbi Shmuel. “First in English, then Hebrew.”

            Harvey fumed. “I’m tired of Torah. I’d rather play Xbox.”

            “This is the perfect reading for you.” The rabbi winked and pointed to the page. “The children of Israel kvetched day and night in the wilderness. ‘Oy, Moses, we’re wet. We’re cold. We’re starving to…

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TLT: Second Thoughts

Great writers can put a huge amount of feeling into a few sentences. Well done!

The Storyteller's Abode

tltweek37 Photo Prompt – Ben Rosett

Second Thoughts

Anxiety set her thoughts asway, her certainty vacillating as she gazed over the garden: this was insane… she wasn’t ready for such a change… but… but… She drew a deep breath. But she loved him, she couldn’t deny that he completed her, and tomorrow… tomorrow she would say, ‘I do.’


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.

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Call for Submissions

I love sharing other people’s writing on Let it Come from the Heart. Short stories, flash fiction, poetry and writing tips are all big features of this blog. If you’ve written something you’d like me to share, please visit the Submit page.

In the meantime, check out the latest submissions to Let it Come from the Heart:

There Will Be Hope by Iain Kelly

Bottled Up by Krazmaz

On Milford Beach by Nathaniel Coombes

[Flash Fiction] Fire & Air

A great piece of flash fiction that has all the signs of an exciting longer length story.

Jade M.Wong

He trudged through the courtyard, as his fellow students scurried out of his way. He was stupid for thinking this school would be different than the others.

Plopping down on a bench near one of the courtyard’s stone lanterns, he jumped when a girl fell out of a tree next to him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me. You just…caught me off guard.”

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The Terrible Truth by Aya Benotmane

Read at your own risk.

The following excerpt you are about to read represents a concise presentation of a very intriguing and fascinating individual. The following events represent real life situations that have not been altered nor distorted in any way. An extremely trustworthy and mighty legend once said that a human with insuppressible powers would be born on the fourth of August during the late nineties. This magnificent being would belong to the Leo star sign; thus promising a lovable and genuine personality. Up to this day, this human being has remained in hiding, fearing what society would do once they find out about the destructive powers contained within them. Some people claim to have met this hero, while others wish to catch a glimpse of their wafting soul. This person might be your best friend, classmate or maybe just a person you passed by while shopping for Christmas gifts. However, it just so happens that this so called ‘powerful’ human being is sitting with a pen and paper trying to come up with some interesting aspects and ideas about themselves in order to introduce themselves to the world.

This person is Aya Benotmane.


The Terrible Truth

And so the souls slowly wafted into the air, leaving their haggard bodies and brooding faces engraved by tear tracks on the murderous earth. #war


There is something really exciting about well-written one sentence stories.

To learn more and read more of Aya’s writing, visit: https://mindtranquilityblog.wordpress.com

One Day

‘One day,’ Luna said to herself, staring at her reflection in the glass of the kitchen door, ‘one day I’ll get out of this place. Nobody will be able to stop me. They’ll see how much more I can achieve, how much more I’m worth. One day.’

The chef came out of the kitchen with a scowl across his face. He loomed over her, his hands on his hips, and said in an unnecessarily loud voice, ‘What are you doing standing out here gawking? Get back to work!’

‘I was just –’ Luna began, but he cut her short.

‘I don’t care! I don’t care if you’re waiting to meet the Queen! Get back in the kitchen, and start taking the food out to the customers, or you’re fired!’

Luna watched him disappear back into the kitchen, shaking in his unneeded rage. She considered walking out, but decided against it. Where would she go? As much as she hated working there, there was no alternative until she found herself another job.

There were many jobs out there, but better jobs were hard to come by.

‘One day,’ she said to her tired reflection, before heading into the kitchen.

(Flash Fiction) Ghost

An interesting and *creepy* piece of flash fiction.

The Darker Realms

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This hospital has a ghost. Sadly the children here, being the most open, the most psychically acute, tend to see it the most. But on the other hand, they are young, and usually recover from both their bodily ills and the spiritual scarring of seeing the deathly ghost mask hovering above them. For the most part, though it makes them cry, and tell each other stories in its wake, it passes them by, on its grim procession to the elderly, the weak, the dying.

Nurses on late night shifts sometimes speak of seeing it, a floating skull, hovering from room to room as though seeking eternal company. These revelations are whispered things, for to speak more openly would be to risk losing their jobs. But to not speak of it, conversely, would be to hold the secret alone and wonder at one’s sanity. If they must be mad, let…

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