Fic: Eye of the Beholder

Repost of #writingwednesday, dialogue only ficlet from 2018.

L M Dee

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Summary: One person’s art is another person’s rubbish.
Previously posted to a personal journal for the 30 days of fiction meme prompt #5 write a scene entirely in dialogue

“It’s a very interesting piece.”

“Interesting? How?”

“Well…it’s symbolic. Probably.”

“Of?”

“I don’t know. Stuff. Things that other things are symbolic of.”

“Oh, that’s deep. Unlike the colours.”

“It’s a watercolour. That’s actually a more difficult medium than oils, you know.”

“Incredibly difficult by the look of this.”

“It’s…abstract.”

“Putting it mildly.”

“I mean that it has few connotations beyond what you, as the viewer, bring to it. It allows you to form your own opinion on the piece and any themes within it.”

“I see. I have an opinion.”

“Yes?”

“It looks like a four year old painted it and then the cat piddled on it.”

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Poem: wouldn’t it be different — M. Sakran’s blog of and about poetry and poetry related things

Wouldn’t it be different if they sold poetry through T.V. commercials? Imagine getting two haiku for the price of one, or an extra sonnet if you call in the next five minutes. Think of the testimonials of people saying how happy their rondeau has made them or how easy it was to use the limerick […]

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Great What If poem, go check it out!

3 setence fic: Mr Wrong and Maybe Mr Right

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When Mike yelled at her, “Stop hugging that damn cat, it’ll never love you like I do!” while she held Cinnamon close and kissed his nose, his purrs reverberating against her chest, he sealed his fate.

Anyone that jealous of her affection, anyone that hateful towards Cinnamon, wasn’t someone she could trust or love, definitely a Mr Wrong.

When Ben first came to her house and greeted Cinnamon with a smile, and Cinnamon pawed at him, wanting to be picked up, she smiled as Ben scooped up the cat and cooed at him; this one might be Mr Right.

 

I Will — yaskhan

I will clasp your hand in mine And never let go I will cherish the thoughts That flow from your mind Yes, I feel the love It encompasses my senses..I will walk beside you Through thick and through thin If your heart breaks, I will mend it so You never know-your heart ever broke You lead the way I will follow If you can’t walk […]

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Beautiful poem, go and read the whole thing with the proper formatting by clicking the link above 🙂

3 sentence fic: Monsters

“I only kill monsters,” the Hunter says, refusing the handful of pennies the young girl in the faded dress is clutching.
Her eyes fill with tears and she persists that surely the reason he’s come to her village is to help her, reiterates that Mother’s new man is a monster, that he’s hurting Mother, that her eye is blackened and there are bruises on her neck like he was trying to choke her soul from her.
“I only kill monsters,” the Hunter repeats with a sigh as he walks away, but this much is true: neither he nor Mother’s new man were ever seen in the village again.