How do I Tell Them?

On March 27, 2017 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, Poetry1 Comment

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ~ William Wordsworth

I see your face

I hear your words

My heart is filled

with emotions not my own

yet still familiar

a part of me.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

How do I trust

what is not my own?

How do I convey

what I understand as love

hate

sadness

longing

joy

so that others understand

the depth of who you are

and believe?

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt from the website Writing Outside the Lines. It made me think about my characters and trying to put into words what they are telling and showing me so that my readers see and feel it too.

Poetry – writing prompt

On January 1, 2017 By HeidiIn Poetry1 Comment

Crisp clean lines

Scrawled across the paper

Images of beauty

Tranquillity

Death and renewal

What ends

Will begin again

Different in all but one

No matter how long you fight it

Rant and rave against it

Ignore what is so plain to see

Life moves forever forward

Do not dismiss the beauty around you

Revel in it

For tomorrow is another day

The beauty different

Wonders to take in

Process

Put to paper

What the eye sees

The soul feels

And the heart hears

Be it a sweet song

Or tradgey

This is from a prompt on Writing Outside the lines.

Just a Tea Party

On November 22, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, Free Write5 Comments

It was an everyday tea party. Nothing seemed amiss with the world, or at least our little corner of it. The sun was shining. The blue of the sky so brilliant that it dazzled the eye. Large white fluffy clouds intermittently drifted across looking like large cotton balls, yet never seemed to float across the face of the sun. The light breeze was warm, stirring the bogavia and large white mums that climbed the trellises around us. Large hats in different pastels to match expensive sheath dresses and matching patent heals. Laughter, small talk, red lipstick smiles, the eyes obscured by large rimmed hats.

Just an everyday tea party in an empty life where nothing goes wrong, yet anything can happen.

A spark in the darkness. Such a little thing. Almost unnoticeable, unless you know where to look. Time moves on, the spark grows into a flame. Coaxed to life by winds of change. Some change is good, some bad. Only time can tell as the emptiness fills whether the flame will light the way, or burn into chaos and ruin.

Feed the flame. Embrace it. Let it burn the emptiness away. What do you have to lose when you have nothing to begin with anyways?

Just an everyday tea party. Large rimmed pastel hats, small talk and laughter.

Blood red lips curve into a smile. The time is right, the pieces in place. The inspecting mass naively compliant. The hat slowly lifts, the smile smug, knowing what is to come and relishing the outcome. Finally eyes come into view. The deepest blue of sapphire flash in the light of the sun. In a nothing life where everything is possible, chaos begins tonight.

This in answer to a prompt of mine. Word Bank Prompt. Please, take some time, take a look, and see what tale the words spin for you.

Word Bank Prompt

On November 22, 2016 By HeidiIn Blog, Creative Writing, Flash Fiction2 Comments

A word bank. I love to write to word banks. One came to me just now. No prompting, just appeared. I know they are usually only four or five words, but I have seven.

tea, spark, wind, time, anything, nothing, empty

Use them all or only a few. I am interested to see what you may come up with. I will see what comes to me and post.

Have a wonderful day.

Heidi

Daily Prompt: Witness

On August 26, 2016August 26, 2016 By HeidiIn Uncategorized4 Comments

via Daily Prompt: Witness

“What can I say that you don’t already know? You were there. You saw what happened. I’m not sure what help I can be at this point.” Teresa threw up her hands in exasperation, turned and paced away.

“Ever little bit helps,” Tom said gently. He knew he had to tread carefully or he would lose her, and he desperately needed her help if he wanted to do this. Taking a step towards Teresa he tried again. “It was early morning. You heard a noise and went outside to investigate….” He waited patiently for her to finish the story.

Sighing as if her bones were weary, Teresa dropped her hands to her side. “I didn’t see anything at first and was about to go back inside when the sun broke over the mountains and…,” she hesitated. It was so unbelievable that after all this time and God only knew how many tellings she still could not believe what she had seen. Looking up into Tom’s eyes, letting the desperation and awe she was feeling fill them, she whispered, “Could it be true? Could they really exist?”

“I want to believe they do,” Tom said quietly, taking another step towards her. When he was close enough that she had to look up at him, he gently cupped her face. “What we witnessed…. It was a miracle.”

“Or a curse,” Teresa muttered placing her forehead on his chest. “Everyone thinks we are crazy.”

Tom smiled. “Not more so than usual.”

Teresa could not stop the laughter that broke through her tears. Once she gained control, she looked up at Tom, the awe returning to her face.

“They really do exist, don’t they,” she breathed.

“Yes, they do,” Tom whispered solemnly.

Love’s Sacrifice – part 12

On August 23, 2016August 24, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing5 Comments

I walk into darkness
away from the light.
The memory of you
once beautiful and bright,
fades with every step
taken into the night.
I am no longer
my own,
my master I must
obey.
The God’s have
forsaken me,
Hell is my home,
my debt to pay.
There is no one to
save me.
I am
alone.

This is a poem/story that came to me while driving and listening to Phil Collin’s, In the Air Tonight. Where it has seemed to take on a mind of it’s own, as with all stories, that first initial push to write furiously has slowed down. So I will post as soon as my stewing and listening to the song repeatedly give me inspiration. If you have just found this story, here is the link to Part 1. I hope you enjoy.

Part 11 <—> Part 13

Lost – writing prompt 2.2

On August 22, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Free Write4 Comments

Paper thin
tattered around the edges.
The straight and true
float in the breeze
unaware of dangers,
the mighty are pleased.
Misty sails
break free of the night.
The dawn brings peril,
we fight at twilight.
Bring home our sailors,
the far away plead.
Don’t leave us stranded
we beg of thee.
Days turn into nights,
the gulls take flight.
Lost and despair
What shall we do?
How will be stay alive?
Pick and choose,
who lives
who dies.
Fate wins out.
Help has arrived.

This is from a writing prompt on Writing Outside the Lines. I wasn’t sure about this poem, but it is what came to me when I saw the feather and began to write. Hope you enjoy.

Love’s Sacrifice – part 10

On August 20, 2016August 21, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, Poetry6 Comments

I do not care
his sins.
They have no hold
over me,
nor will they
have any hold
over him.
I choose him.
To hold him,
love him,
free him.
Take your token,
keep your promise.
I chose to embrace darkness
so he can see the light
within.

This is a poem/story that came to me while driving and listening to Phil Collin’s, In the Air Tonight. Where it has seemed to take on a mind of it’s own, as with all stories, that firs initial push to write furiously has slowed down. So I will post as soon as my stewing and listening to the song repeatedly give me inspiration. If you have just found this story, here is the link to Part 1. I hope you enjoy.

Part 9 <—> Part 11

Love’s Sacrifice – part 4

On August 18, 2016August 19, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, Poetry10 Comments

NO!
You have taken everything from me.
My freedom,
my will,
my soul.
I beg of you,
do not take my sanity,
my heart.
Do not tarnish that which is so
pure.
I will give you whatever you wish,
obey your every command
if only you release her.
Please,
My Lady,
do not do this.

This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. Where will it lead us? Into the light, or into the deepest parts of hell.

Part 3 <—> Part 5

Love’s Sacrifice – Part 1

On August 18, 2016August 18, 2016 By HeidiIn Creative Writing, Flash Fiction, Poetry13 Comments

You don’t think I see you
lurking in the shadows,
watching,
waiting.
I remember what you did.
Remember with vivid clarity
every
agonizing
detail.
Your cold eyes
haunt my dreams,
my waking hours.
Go back to the shadows
where creatures of darkness
dwell.
Go back
and haunt me no more.

This is something that came to me yesterday while driving. I was listening to Phil Collin’s In The Air Tonight. I let it simmer overnight and began writing this morning with that song playing in the background. The poem seems to have taken on a life of its own. This is only the beginning. There is more.
Much more.

Part 2

To See What I See

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