Picturesque (microfiction)

Picturesque

“You’ve really outdone yourself. This locale is wonderfully picturesque.”

“Why thanks. I aim to please.”

“We’ll find somewhere to stash the loot, and then stay in one of the lower-end hotels until it all blows over.”

“I agree, though if we end up sharing the same room again, could we have separate beds this time?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 54 + prompt

This was written with the prompt picturesque provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #264.

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Sirens (poem)

Sirens


at night
when the
waves have
lulled me
asleep I
hear your
sweet voice
singing to
me giving
hope in
the darkness

luring me
ashore to
my doom


Joanne Fisher

This poem was first published on this blog in March 2019.

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Into the Danger Zone (flash fiction)

Into the Danger Zone

Our cruiser chased the smaller starship into the deeps of space. Our laser blasts were slowly breaking down their shields.

“Captain they’re going into the Danger Zone.” the First Mate warned.

“Keep following them.” I ordered.

“But Captain, we have standing orders not to enter that area!”

“Keep following them!” I repeated. Our scanners showed the ship we were chasing, but there was nothing else. As we entered the zone, we all wondered what might happen next. “We can still capture that ship before we’re noticed.”

Just then our scanners alerted us to multiple objects approaching us.at high speeds…

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt danger zone provided by the Carrot Ranch June 13 Story Challenge.

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The Potato Eaters (poem)

The Potato Eaters by Vincent Van Gogh (April, 1885)

The Potato Eaters


it may seem we are stuck here
caught frozen on the canvas,
but we have a life to live
there are few pleasures for us;
the days seem long and
the nights short

the few moments we are together
are under the light of our solitary gas lamp
that barely lights this family table
even in daylight dark shadows
lurk in the room

we eat these potatoes
ones that today I dug up
from the deep earth with my
raw hands, Cornelia pours
the coffee black and tasting of
grit, then we wrap ourselves up
for the cruel night

through the holes in the roof
I see the dark sky and bright
burning stars, almost as far
away as candles lighting
a rich man's home

then a wind comes up
whistling through the brief night
we try to catch as much sleep
as we can -
we need all our strength 
for the sunlight when

we go back to work
digging up these tubers
from out of the stony earth
in the sunburnt fields
of Nuenen. 


Joanne Fisher

First published in Takahe 21

I’m dealing with a bad depression at the moment which is why I’ve been republishing my poems here recently, plus it’s also been at least a couple of years since anyone here has seen them…

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Awakened (flash fiction)

Awakened

One evening I was in a forest and came across eight stones that formed a circle. When I looked closer, I saw each stone was actually made up of expertly stacked smaller stones. Being curious in nature, I managed to prise one of them free and the stone structure instantly collapsed. I saw a dark winged shape rise up.

“I’m now free, after being imprisoned for thousands of years! For aiding in my release, you will be spared.” Then it laughed coldly and flew off into the night. I wondered what evil I had inadvertently unleashed upon the world…

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt stone-stacking provided by the Carrot Ranch June 6 Story Challenge.

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Blackcurrants (poem)

Blackcurrants 


you fill large enamel pots
full of ripe blackcurrants
the warm air pungent 
& sticky with their juice

I was never sure what
you did with them all
you'd think cupboards
would have been full 
of jams and jellies...

the bushes are gone now
along with your pruned roses
& the willow tree
& you

yet here I am always
looking up at you
your back bent picking
from the rows of bushes
with overflowing basins
at your feet


Joanne Fisher

This was another poem to my grandmother.

This was first published in Catalyst 17

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The Secret Ingredient (micro fiction)

The Secret Ingredient

“These cupcakes are delicious! I’ve eaten six already!”

“Help yourself.”

“I will! They’re wonderfully citrus flavoured. What’s your secret you saucy minx?”

“I use lemon zest, and there’s also a surprisingly large amount of arsenic in them, but that’s tasteless. Enjoy!”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 41

This was written with the prompt zest provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #262.

This was inspired by Greg’s Blog’s Tea Time Secrets (though mine’s nastier).

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The Journey Begins (flash fiction)

The Journey Begins

“Wow I’ve never been on a long train journey before.” she said.

“I know. Neither have I. This is so exciting!” he agreed.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a long trip like this, but never had the opportunity, until now. It’ll be just like Murder on the Orient Express.”

“Yes, but without the murder of course.” he replied.

“You never know, there might be one.” she said smiling evilly as they both boarded the train.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 76

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #186.

I love trains. I’ve always wanted to go on a really long train journey, though it’s not possible here in New Zealand, but maybe one day I will.

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Winterland (poem)

Winterland


1


did i tell you
i was cold

in winter everything
dies
ice
has no opponent

my naked feet
slip over old 
affections


2


what surprising lack
of depth -

shallow streams directly
from the snowline
brimmed with sharp
bladed
icicles

the frost of our distances

my love
aren't you frozen

like me?


Joanne Fisher



Part 1 was first published in plainwraps no.5

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Treasure Hunt (flash fiction)

Treasure Hunt

Moving slowly forwards, Anne followed the directions on the treasure map she held onto. Her crew walked expectantly behind her. As they got nearer, they all began looking around.

“Captain look!” the Second Mate shouted. Among the trees was a statue of a pirate holding a cutlass. Anne sighed loudly.

“This isn’t a treasure map, it’s a map to Cutthroat Pete’s memorial!” she exclaimed while screwing up the paper.

“We might as well dig while we’re here.” the Second Mate suggested. Anne nodded, but looked away once they started digging. She didn’t expect them to find anything of value.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

It’s been a while since I’ve written a pirate story.

This was written with the prompt memorial provided by the Carrot Ranch May 30 Story Challenge.

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