by Naomi L. | July 31, 2015 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
He had been planning this moment for two months now.
Nervously, he gazed at the love of his life.
I love you more than anything, he whispered.
This was it: the moment of truth.
He got down on one knee.
Then he produced the ring.
Will you marry me?
He waited, terrified…
She smiled.
Yes.
This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
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by Naomi L. | July 24, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I knew it was love.
When we danced, the world stood still.
Then the clock chimed once.
Suddenly she froze.
Timidly, I took her hand
As the clock chimed twice.
Just one kiss, I wished.
At the third chime, I leaned in…
But she turned and fled.
Four chimes in, I paused.
That was when I realized,
I don’t know her name.
Terror seized my heart.
No, I cannot lose her now.
Five chimes in, I ran.
Chasing after her,
I could hear the sixth chime ring.
Please come back, I begged.
At the seventh chime,
All I found upon the stairs
Was her glass slipper.
As the eighth chime rang,
I looked down and saw her there,
Running through the doors.
Glass slipper in hand,
I followed her down the path
To the clock’s ninth chime.
I stopped at the gate.
The tenth chime sent her carriage
Out into the night.
Eleven chimes in.
Desperately I called to her.
Just once, she looked back.
Midnight, she was gone.
Lovesick and alone I stood
As the clock struck twelve.
by Naomi L. | July 17, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Her eyes are like the stars
That twinkle in the night.
Her laughter is the sun
That makes our days so bright.
Her smile is like a light
That can brighten any place.
It’s my favorite feature
Of her pretty little face.
She has a songbird’s voice;
I love it when she sings.
She’s great at dancing, acting,
And a hundred other things.
She’s charming, sweet, and funny.
Her heart is full of love.
There really is no question:
She’s a gift sent from above!
If I could tell her one thing
Right now, it would be this:
“I love you, little angel!
Happy Birthday, baby sis!”
Happy Birthday to my awesome baby sister! Keep on being the little angel you are! I love you!
by Naomi L. | July 10, 2015 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
(First place winner of Writer’s Carnival’s June Author-less Flash contest!)
They say it’s always the one you least suspect.
The police had three suspects. All of them had motive to poison Frank’s whiskey, to want him dead.
Uncle Jerry had threatened him last year for gambling away his hard-earned savings.
Aunt Rose hated him for cheating her out of her share of their inheritance.
Linda was still furious about all his drinking and philandering, even after leaving him three years ago.
But everyone had an alibi for the day of Frank’s murder. No one seemed to miss him anyway, so in the end, the police chalked his death up to suicide and closed the case.
Funny how they never thought someone might have killed him to protect a loved one. Only I knew he wouldn’t hurt sweet little Maddie anymore.
They say it’s always the one you least suspect.
Luckily for me, nobody ever suspects the cat.
by Naomi L. | July 3, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Always do I think fondly of you,
My beloved homeland.
Every day, I miss your beautiful flag,
Red, white and blue waving high above me.
I will return to you someday,
Country of freedom and opportunity.
America, my heart belongs to you!
Happy Independence Day to all my fellow American friends and family! May you have a blessed Fourth of July weekend!
by Naomi L. | June 26, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
My witty little sister
Is a gift sent from above.
She fills our days with laughter,
Silliness and lots of love.
She’s always been quite clever,
Just as smart as she is fun.
Her comments are notorious
For amusing everyone.
Her jokes are sharp yet tasteful,
And they never lack in style.
Her charming disposition
Never fails to make us smile.
The speed of her responses
Leaves me awed in many ways.
Comebacks that take her seconds
Would take me at least three days!
My witty little sister
Brings me joy when I feel blue.
Every day, I want to tell her,
“Dearest sister, I love you!”
Happy Birthday to my awesome and funny little sister! Keep being the charming, witty person you are! I love you!
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