Stop, Look and Listen

copyright - Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

Stop!

A nursery rhyme was playing in the car…

Look!

That’s me on the bed…not dead, but I wish I were.

And Listen!

Should’ve listened to my husband… should’ve never insisted on driving…

Stop!

I tried to… but it was too late…

Look!

Blood trailed down my thighs in slow crimson rivulets…

And Listen!

The night swallowed my screams.

Beep!

Goes the life monitor… No! Don’t try to wake me.

Beep!

Please, just let me die. I need to be with my baby…

The small jeep…

It’s coming to take me… to my baby… Oh, but so much blood…

…is running down the street.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

hi 🙂 i hope you’re familiar with the nursery rhyme ^^ i’m sooo behind in reading the stories from last week. just really busy but i’ll try to catch up!! thank you. ^^ xo

Ligo haibun Special

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“There was a time when we need not cultivate the earth. We loved her and she loved us. We spoke to her and she spoke to us. And that was enough. She bloomed for us like a flower and we partook of her gifts.”

“What happened, grandfather?”

“They came… Oh how they raped the earth! Prodded and slashed at her with their hoes and ploughs until she yielded. Ah yes, the earth gives and she gives but no longer can one call it a gift, but a bloody sacrifice.”

“Some said we were here first… That we must attack their villages instead of retreating to the mountains.”

“Hush, child! Speak no more of such things.” he admonished tenderly. “We aren’t like them. And though the earth has changed, remember that it loved us once. We shan’t spill blood upon her.”

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Tiny violet eyes peered from behind the viridian tangle. The elf elders said that their people were facing ani… he searched for the word. Annihilation.

He watched as the humans sang and danced around the hissing burst of flames praying to their gods for rain. They looked like him, only without his pointy ears. As he walked back to his beloved woodland, he whispered to a tree. ‘Shhh… Don’t worry. They seem like good people… They’ll take care of you.’

Trees rustle
With the mournful song
Of love lost

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Time

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copyright managua gunn

Time

Before, I thought too that time was real… as solid as the ground beneath my feet. I counted seconds, hours and days as though I could see them with my very eyes. I was so sure of its existence. And so it went that I allowed myself to be rushed by the minutes, seasons and years that I felt my life falling around me and slipping through my fingers as quickly and as surely as rain. Had I known better, I would’ve measured it differently… through smiles and kind words and the people who found their way into my doorstep.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano



Ligo Haibun Challenge ~ Inspiration

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They say there’s no such emotion like when a mother watches her child take those first precious steps.

I have yet to be acquainted with that feeling. But let me tell you about that time when I almost knew how it felt…

It was a morning like any other…

A movement caught my eye. Everything remained still, suspended in midair as I watched her lift one shaky foot. They touched the ground, seemingly savoring how the earth pulsated beneath them.

Then she let go…

Mama released the quad cane and with a big grin on her face, took one trembling step after another towards my grandma who stood in the kitchen stunned, oblivious of the sharp fragments of porcelain that lay shattered at her feet.

‘Look!’, Ma yelled excitedly, ‘I’m walking!’

‘Praise God!,’ my grandmother breathed. Her eyes were brilliant with tears of joy.

Then it occurred to me… for the second time, she was witnessing her child take those first precious steps.

I giggled at my mother’s stubbornness… her obstinate refusal to stick to the norm.

A month ago on that day, when my mom suffered from cerebrovascular accident (stroke) the doctors said with certainty that she’ll never walk again.

They all said it was a miracle.

I believe it was coz of the stuff my ma’s made of.


pursuing life in
relentless spirit she walks
off the trodden path

thorns on trails
they but urge us to
keep walking

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I thought I was gonna write about fantasy but ended up writing about inspiration which I don’t do very often since I’m not so good with the teary stuff. lol But this one’s a true story and I hope that everyone who reads this gets to learn something about perseverance, fortitude and optimism from my mom. Coz I sure did.

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The Pests

“Every Friday authors from around the world gather to share their 100 words based on the photo prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.”

Copyright -Kent Bonham

Copyright -Kent Bonham

Abriana’s heart jumped to her throat as she felt something skitter past her feet.

She cursed silently.

Though the vintage rococo architecture had managed to maintain some of its elegance through the years, Villa Grimaldi‎ wasn’t what it used to be.

‘Nonna Margherita!’ she complained to the old woman by the balcony, ‘We simply must do something about these pests.’

Their noises made sleep impossible.

The contessa raised delicate eyebrows at her granddaughter then sighed in resignation. ‘Oh, alright!’

The very next morning, all guests had checked out of the hotel, bothered by the haunted sounds.

Abriana savored the silence.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano



Picture it & Write XIX

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Ever told you about the day that I died?

It sucked.

Did it hurt?

Well, no actually.

Isn’t the human brain an awesome thing?

Anyway, it all happened so quickly.

At the edge of my vision, I saw something white and huge approaching me.

I remember being ran over.

I recall getting dragged.

My injury profusely generated a quickly spreading scarlet puddle.

It was a nasty battle.

When I thought I’d never be able to surf again,

that’s the day I felt like I died.

Took me a while to realize,

The shark bit off my limb.

Not my spirit.

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

_picture it & write

Carpe Diem: Haibun

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Here I tell the story of Ademete, daughter of King Aias. It was prophesied that the princess would give birth to a powerful giant that would cause the destruction of the kingdom. Terrified by the idea of a mere woman and her ginormous monster of a son on the throne, the King sent the young maiden off to sea where no man was to touch her. (also exposing her to the dangers of the raging tempests and leaving her at the mercy of blood-lusting sea beasts.)

Poseidon saw Ademete tied to her lone boat and was enraptured by her beauty (or he prolly thought the bondage thing was quite… kinky). He came to her as the gentle saliferous breeze, through which he caressed her skin. Ademete became pregnant (immediately, I suppose. you know how quick these gods are) then the god decided to save them (how nice of him) by embracing mother and child (in other words, drowning them) so their spirit could dwell immortalized, suspended between the seabed and the frothy undulating surface.

Aias, contrite and distraught from the loss of a daughter, missing her stories, was driven to insanity. He was said to spend most of his days by the shore hoping to catch a glimpse of his Ademete. ‘til the day the kingdom (and also him) was wiped out by a… wait for it… tidal wave! Hence, fulfilling the prophesy. But Poseidon took pity on him and allowed his spirit to linger by the shore, so that from time to time, he is comforted by the soothing whispers of the waves to the sand.

the moaning giant
tells her story wave by wave
to the patient shore


Well, I sure hope you didn’t believe any of that, cos 1) it’s just mythology and 2) I just made it all up.haha

Why not? It has all the ingredients of a classic Greek myth tale: Tragedy – check. Rape by a god – check. The oracle is never wrong – check. And lastly, the unmistakable message that the tale of any woman who attempts to rise to power ends up…well, bad. -check! ^^ lol Ahh these Ancient Greeks. *scratches head* Hope you enjoyed ^^

Memoir

Copyright-Claire Fuller

Copyright-Claire Fuller


When I was growing up, mom and I didn’t have the ideal relationship. We rarely talked.

It’s not that she was a bad mother or anything. She was ill. Like, mentally.

Still, she had her own way of reaching out to me… through her library.

One by one I read her books… the ones she read, the ones she didn’t…

And I knew her, in a way that other kids don’t get to know their moms.

Know how I got ‘the talk’? She left some sex-ed book outside my bedroom door…

Weird, I know. But she tried.

True story, btw.

🙂

© 2013 K.Z. Morano



Lessons From Wasps

Copyright-Janet Webb

Copyright-Janet Webb



“There is much to be learned from the female wasp… Great lessons on power.” Harere told her young niece at bedtime. “She who eats her rivals’ eggs while ensuring that her own survives becomes queen.”

Irisi’s eyes widened. “Are you queen?”

“Not yet,” Harere smiled. ”Your mother is. Because she has you… the king’s heir.”

“But I might have a brother soon.”, Irisi looked at Harere’s pregnant belly.

Harere nodded, her fingers caressing the dagger concealed underneath her kalasiris.

“Aunt?”

“Yes?”

“Another lesson from wasps…” Irisi whispered, as her blade cut deep into Harere’s womb, “Never underestimate the little ones.”

© 2013 K.Z. Morano



Ligo Haibun Challenge – Peace

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The day was over…

I would stand by the window and fix my eyes at the smoldering skies erupting in a nimbus of flame, its crimson ferocity reflecting the seething inferno of impotent fury screaming inside me. Earphones on, music in earsplitting volume, I’d watch in forced wonder as the setting sun spins a blazing web of fire. And I would drift off into a clandestine world… distancing myself from their pain.

But the problem with fantasy is that it’s hard to tell the beginning from the end. It kind of just swallows you and leads you on ‘til you find yourself caught in a fool’s dance… spinning round and round in a mockingly blissful rhythm ‘til your knees give way and you’re gasping for air. The red curtains close and you find yourself shrouded in perpetual darkness, staring at the obsidian sky… cold, indifferent, bereft of stars…

At his funeral, the sun began to set. And I stared at it expectantly, half hoping that it’d burn clean every last taint of violence and hurt. But no peace came… Only a bewildering net of mixed emotions… a sense of loss even. My anger evaporated.

I looked at the sky again and saw nothing but a feeble ginger haze.

Peace finally came
as the last embers of hate
fizzled within me.

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Ligo Haibun Challenge – Peace