Drunk & Orderly

Peoniesheady pink flowers
drunk from the night’s dew –
recovering slowly,
standing tall on slender stalks
trying not to topple over

MikeJackson©2015

Carpe Diem Special #163 Lolly’s fifth a peony bush (tanka)

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Lady Caroline Lamb

I read an article this morning from Austin Kleon’s Newsletter about an intriguing way of writing very short stories. A chap called Jez Burrows has started writing ‘Dictionary Stories’ where he has been … “experimenting with writing very, very short stories made up entirely of the example sentences given for words in the dictionary, with nothing added except a little punctuation to piece them together.” So I downloaded the Oxford Dictionary of English app and had a go. (The underlined words were the ones I looked up in the dictionary.)

aa27d9deafaf176c99e5489b91e2af6dLady Caroline Lamb. One of his sophisticated London women. She was small and scrawny and the sinews in her neck stood out. A woman was supposed to stand by her man come what may. She stood still, heart hammering. She had to keep calm at all costs. Sampson was a small man, standing 5 ft 4 in tall. He stared at her in amazement.  Glass cracked at the sound of a pistol shot. The bullet entered his stomach. She fell to her knees and began to weep.

MikeJackson©2015

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One-Line Haiku

Some one-line Haiku – all exactly 17 syllables long. In response to the prompt from Carpe Diem Special #162.

Tall trees lean towards one another in the wind, whispering secrets.

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You laid the blame at my feet – an ugly brute, evil and venomous.

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I call your number, yearning to hear your voice but you never answer.

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You stand at the altar looking beautiful – but I’m not beside you.

MikeJackson©2015

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Endangered Species

PHOTO PROMPT – © C.E.Ayr

PHOTO PROMPT – © C.E.Ayr

I’ve had a quick swim around lads and as far as I can make out we’re all that’s left, just the three of us. Reckon we’ve become one of their endangered species, not that they care. Another part of the ocean and shoreline went down last night. Nobody seemed to notice. I don’t think it’ll be long before their earth-moving machines get round to us. Heard a group of them talking this morning, apparently they call this progress. Their population is growing so fast they need all the space they can get to house them. But what about us?

MikeJackson©2015

A 100 Word Story for Friday Fictioneers

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Lake Nasser

lake_nasserso many villages
lie on the Lake’s bed
with stories untold

MikeJackson©2015

Carpe Diem #797 Lake Nasser

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Journey Into The Unknown

CaptureDislodging a few teeth so they could squeeze in, had been easy. Now they had to navigate past the tonsils and clamber down to its stomach.

MikeJackson©2015

 

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The Camel Train

277063Uncomfortably, I ride
the desert’s camel train –
a second class ticket

MikeJackson©2015

Carpe Diem #796 Camels

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Rough Sea

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riderless white horses,
wet hooves smashing on the beach –
the sandcastles crumble

MikeJackson©2015

Carpe Diem Time Machine #14 rough sea

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Carpe Diem – A Favourite Haiku

Ungraciously, under
a great soldiers empty helmet
a cricket sings
                                Matsuo Basho

Unheard, beneath
a bulldozed enemy building
a child cries
                              Mike Jackson

Carpe Diem My favorite haiku by … #1 Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

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Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Sumitaku Kenshin’s out of the washbowl

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face             (Sumitaku Kenshin)

the water lets out a scream
as I’m torn from its embrace          (Mike Jackson)

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