Fiction
Wisdom of the Crone
by Lisa A Kramer
You look at me and call me Crone. Ancient, wrinkled, old. Or perhaps you don't look at me at all. Perhaps you are one of those people who can only see those whose flesh contains the juices of young blood, young life.
I had the beauty of youth once. I was not born old. Some said my beauty rivaled that of famous beauties--Helen of Troy, Aphrodite, Cleopatra even Angelina Jolie.
But physical beauty is unimportant. It always fades away.
I would be honored to be connected with any of those women, but not because someone decided they were beautiful. Rather because they lived life with passion and intelligence, making their own rules on the way.
But I digress. Now you see only the wrinkles that...
I had the beauty of youth once. I was not born old. Some said my beauty rivaled that of famous beauties--Helen of Troy, Aphrodite, Cleopatra even Angelina Jolie.
But physical beauty is unimportant. It always fades away.
I would be honored to be connected with any of those women, but not because someone decided they were beautiful. Rather because they lived life with passion and intelligence, making their own rules on the way.
But I digress. Now you see only the wrinkles that...
The Wish, the Wait, the Fear
by Lisa A Kramer
I wrote this as an exercise this morning when meeting with my writing buddy, Tammie. Be warned, it is a fictional response to my mammogram yesterday. Enjoy.
I hover in the corner and wish I could erase the discomfort and fear that my daughter tries to hide, as she stands in an awkward, twisted position; breast pressed between two pieces of hard plastic. The machine looks like a high-tech torture device, and I suppose in some ways it is. I'm sure that is what my daughter is thinking as she moves through the various acrobatic poses, guided by the calm voice of the technician.
I yearn to reach out and touch her with warm, loving hands to counteract the unfeeling touch of...
I yearn to reach out and touch her with warm, loving hands to counteract the unfeeling touch of...
Waitin' (100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups)
by Lisa A Kramer
It's been a while since I wrote one of these, but it's time to dip my foot into these challenges once again. Be sure to visit the challenge to read other entries or join in the fun.
For more about the 100 WCGU, click here.
This week's 100 Word Challenge is a picture prompt:
Image from Maris World. Waitin' I remember standin’ with Jenna, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen across the river. We knew that if we waited long enough we would see somethin’—maybe a herd of unicorns galloping by, or the spirits of the water singing on the bank. We stood there, never crossin’ past the fence, cuz if we did we’d get in big trouble from...
For more about the 100 WCGU, click here.
This week's 100 Word Challenge is a picture prompt:
Image from Maris World. Waitin' I remember standin’ with Jenna, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen across the river. We knew that if we waited long enough we would see somethin’—maybe a herd of unicorns galloping by, or the spirits of the water singing on the bank. We stood there, never crossin’ past the fence, cuz if we did we’d get in big trouble from...
"A Dog's Purpose" Meets the Journey
by Lisa A Kramer
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"Can you give away your dogs?"
That question, from a rental agent, hit me in the gut as I began searching for a place to live as we make this next move. We still do not know for sure where we will live, because the simple answer to that question was "No."
Can we give away our dogs? Why should we have to?
This morning, as I avoided packing some more, I finished reading A Dog's Purpose: A Novel for Humans by W. Bruce Cameron. The book tells the story of a dog's many lives, a warm and wonderful creature who yearns to find the purpose in his existence--a purpose that ultimately relates to loving and being loved in return. Shouldn't that be the...
"Can you give away your dogs?"
That question, from a rental agent, hit me in the gut as I began searching for a place to live as we make this next move. We still do not know for sure where we will live, because the simple answer to that question was "No."
Can we give away our dogs? Why should we have to?
This morning, as I avoided packing some more, I finished reading A Dog's Purpose: A Novel for Humans by W. Bruce Cameron. The book tells the story of a dog's many lives, a warm and wonderful creature who yearns to find the purpose in his existence--a purpose that ultimately relates to loving and being loved in return. Shouldn't that be the...
The Path Forward (100 word challenge)
by Lisa A Kramer
As you can tell, my posts seem to be following a theme this week. Please forgive. ;)
The sun shone but could not penetrate the shadowy darkness under the trees, except in tiny ribbons reflecting through dancing leaves. Elaina could only see a few feet down the rough dirt path. She hesitated, looking back, before entering the dimness, fearful of what lay ahead. Four steps in and the silence grew overpowering. Her skin tingled with the feeling of eyes watching, hidden in the depths of the silent trees. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself. “Your future lies ahead.” Slowly she moved deeper into the mysterious trees, accompanied only by the knowledge that this was the path meant for her.
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The sun shone but could not penetrate the shadowy darkness under the trees, except in tiny ribbons reflecting through dancing leaves. Elaina could only see a few feet down the rough dirt path. She hesitated, looking back, before entering the dimness, fearful of what lay ahead. Four steps in and the silence grew overpowering. Her skin tingled with the feeling of eyes watching, hidden in the depths of the silent trees. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself. “Your future lies ahead.” Slowly she moved deeper into the mysterious trees, accompanied only by the knowledge that this was the path meant for her.
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Pompous Verbosity for Fun (100 Word Challenge)
by Lisa A Kramer
For this weeks 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, we must incorporate the following words into our post: Ripple Brood Evocative Lilt Untoward. These five words come from the list of "103 Most Beautiful Words" posted by another blogger. I, in my state of (I'm making up a word here) frustratedboredommixedwithwriter'sblocktiredofwaitinglimbo decided to extend my own challenge by using as many of the beautiful words as I could in my post, knowing--of course--that I would come off sounding like a pompous jerk who uses big words when simple ones will do. The red highlighted words are from the challenge. The purple highlighted words are from the list. Enjoy, join the challenge, and visit some of the other participants.
As I sit in limbo brooding...
As I sit in limbo brooding...
