Ahh….Ailsa’s at it again with her Where’s My Backpack. This time the theme is “Possibilities”.
“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.”
We are planning a trip to Israel and Jordan and the possibilities of the rich diversity of these countries. Sail the Sea of Galilee aboard a replica of an ancient fishing vessel. Explore the crusader citadel at Akko. The lost city of Petra.The Western Wall, Dome of the Rock, Mt. Nebo. The opportunity to experience of sites thousands of years old that offer insights on Islam, Judaism and Christianity. Endless possibilities!
In response to Lille McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction Challenge:
Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.
Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.
Thanks to Bjorn!
Except for the constant soft beating of the machine, it is quiet.
You lay still, never even a twitch, with that awful thing in your throat.
Few visitors come to see what remains of the once beautiful you.
Most people are born with two but someone decided you only get one.
Sleep little sister knowing that everything was done for you this day.
Well … off we go on our first part of our journey straight through the Soviet Union with the TSR up to Vladivostok and finally we will arrive at Shikoku Island. I combined a Haiku pared with an American Sentence. Special thanks to Bjorn.
Written for Carpe Diem.
Clouds out my window
violin strings are in the air
a leaving behind
Reflecting on the pleasure of the journey that will be my future.
Table chair bowl of fruit
train whistles mark my journey
a new life begins
Can you relate to this? I can!
Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers thanks to our good friend Rochelle.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
His name was Trouble and he lived up to his name. My father bought him from a neighbor for $25. Dad said I was 50% owner. I owned the back half. The half you have to clean up after. Trouble liked to run. He would run and then look back to see if you were following. Trouble would get so excited in the house when we played with him he would pee on the floor. Trouble even ran a squirrel up a tree one time. Trouble went blind at age fifteen. My dad took him to the field out back and shot him.
Photo Credit — Wikemedia Commons
Larvae left behind
new pupal casing
In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Aleph by Paulo Coelho. Click on the link to read about it.
This week at Trifextra, the prompt is inspired by Michael Hess and his three-word New Year’s Resolution: Just be nice. Here’s mine:
Don’t Give Up!
The Best to Everyone in 2014