Memories: #FridayFictioneers

Lights gleamed across the bay, just like all those years ago. I moored and hurried home. Light spilled out of the door, and there was my little girl, tall and frowning. “Daddy!” I went to hug her. She called again, turning back into the house: “DAD! There’s a man at the door!” (274 characters) Written … Continue reading Twittering Tale #58: a homecoming

Twittering Tales #22: 21st March 2017

March 23, 2017 / kirstwrites / 10 Comments

I've enjoyed taking part in Kat's weekly Twittering Tales challenge to write a tweet-sized story in response to a photo prompt. But my goodness, this one was difficult! I've been staring at this picture since Tuesday and scratching my head. What's it all about? Who is she? Clothes like that make me think of some … Continue reading Twittering Tales #22: 21st March 2017

Weekly Photo Prompt: Steel

August 8, 2016August 6, 2016 / kirstwrites / Leave a comment

Ripsaw teeth Cross cut teeth Cut clasp nail, tungsten carbide tipped and galvanized Gleaming in the air, honed and filed Beauty in industry Poetry forged in the shadow of empty mills City of steel and sharply angled hills Where every blade is work of art And every wall, a canvas. This piece was written for … Continue reading Weekly Photo Prompt: Steel

Weekly Photo Prompt: the woodcutter

July 25, 2016July 25, 2016 / kirstwrites / 6 Comments

Swing the axe. Chop. Swing the axe. Chop. And again. And again. One thousand cuts a day, every day for months on end. The woodcutter's hands were rubbed raw by the constant pressure of the axe handle. The ever-widening clearing around his house was littered with untidy piles of felled trees, the ground … Continue reading Weekly Photo Prompt: the woodcutter