Haibun Thinking – Memories Lost, like tears in the rain!

This week in the Haibun Thinking writers challenge, one of the choices for the prompt is the following phrase:

“All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain.”
~ Rutger Hauer (Blade Runner, movie)

My entry:

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Memories

So precious our memories, yet often only to each of us, as we recall specific moments from our life. Although our lives are shared with family and friends our memories are individual to our perspective of the experiences we’ve had. The accumulation of memories seems lonely on the one hand, yet personal and private on the other.

I wonder … if it were possible, would I share my feelings I’ve had so far in my life … would I? Not dreary ones, or sad or bad ones, but the most glorious and wonderful ones. I’m not referring to a discussion on time and events that occurred but the ability to pass on actual emotions being felt in those moments. It might be a very grand thing.

It does seem, whether our experiences are fleeting or of some duration, each memory is categorized in our mind according to our very personal feelings or emotions of said experience. And while these memories of significant past events are rarely forgotten to us, it is a bit sad that they exist mostly within our own individual minds, to be lost in time like tears in the rain.

life’s cherished moments

fleeing endlessness of time

sadly forgotten

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While the video/movie is distinctly dystopian in nature, there is a valuable thread running through the whole. About people, life, our feelings, our reason and need to feel needed … of a purpose and to have shared those feelings with others. My haibun this week was based on those feelings.

Haibun Thinking is an excellent (weekly) opportunity for writers to stretch their writing skills. For more information click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alastair, will get you started. Be sure and click on the blue link icon to read other entries, while you’re there!

Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed,

~ Penny

Haibun Thinking – A Single Wish

Funny thing about “Hope”. It is both fragile beyond imagining and yet often has a tenacity and strength seemingly unbelievable.

How can this be?

Perhaps an analogy made with a wish upon a puffball, to enlighten.

One Single Seed – One Single Wish

Fingers carefully grasped fragile puffball’s stem, not wanting to disturb ethereal seeds too soon. My wish might not be heard, but blown away. The wish made, I blew gently, scattering fair dandelion seeds upon moist morning breezes.

Wishful thinking indeed for hopes to be realized, yet all that is needed for the puffball is but a single seed. A lone survivor tossed in unpredictable winds of nature. It only takes one … one seed to reach the earth for regrowth and fruition.

And so it is with hope. The seed of potential and possibility, cast upon winds of fortune.

May our hopes, dreams and wishes reach fruition. All that is needed is one single seed!

hope strengthens me

a most delicate framework

of possibilities

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For some of you, the above haibun may be familiar. First posted this spring, I felt it was a good one for this week’s Haibun Thinking Challenge which is “Free Style”, or writer’s choice. For more information about this excellent opportunity for a writer to improve his or her skills click HERE. Your talented and friendly host, Alistair, of Haibun Thinking has all the answers. Click on the blue link icon to read other entries!

Thank you for stopping by,

~ Penny

Mondays Finish the Story – Grandpa’s Collection of Company

 

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Photograph by Barb W. Beacham copyright © 2014

Grandpa’s Collection of Company

Little did we know that Grandpa was a collector. He’d never shown any inclination to collect anything of any kind. The few old vehicles out in the barn were there only because when one would stop running, it was easier to leave it parked and go get another one that did. When my sister suggested we visit Grandpa one weekend, I must admit neither one of us were prepared for what we would find.

Even though it had been a fairly long time since our last visit, we decided to surprise him one weekend by dropping in unexpectedly. When we arrived he was surprised but seemed happy to see us. We were invited in, and then couldn’t believe what we found inside.

There were books everywhere. Piles upon piles of them. Stacked in every conceivable place. I’m sure there had to be thousands of them.

“Grandpa” when did you start collecting books,” my sister asked. “And why?”

“A few years back,” he replied. “I get very few visitors, family being busy and all, so I decided that books would keep me company. They don’t leave or forget about me, so I’m never disappointed or alone.”

My sister and I had nothing to say.

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For more information about Mondays Finish The Story Writers Challenge, click HERE. Barb will be happy to assist, should you wish to write and enter a story of your own, or just read some of the other entries.

Hoping your Monday was a positive one for you and that your Tuesday will be even better.

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – “Fair is fair, after all” – Scawwy Story!

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Jack-O-Lantern photograph © Alastair Forbes

A Very Scawwy Halloween Story

It didn’t seem like such a big deal when they first moved in next door. Okay so they were different looking, but who am I to judge? And they were friendly, always with the helping hand. So I ignored what other people said and hung out with them. Exchanging stories over an occasion cup of coffee. That kind of thing.

As Halloween approached I asked them what their plans were. Jack Sr. became very excited and said, “Well, I reckon thas’ about my favorite time of the year.”

Jack Jr.’s head bobbed as he agreed with his dad. “Yeah, we all love Halloween. Trick or Treating and all that cool stuff.” John Jr.’s smile grew even bigger as he spoke.

Martha, Jack Sr.’s wife stuck her head out the back door. “My favorite time too. I cook up the best tasting Halloween vittles you ever had. You all come on by, we like to share with all our friendly neighbors.”

Looking back on that day, just a few days before Halloween night I hadn’t noticed anything untoward about the conversation. Now though … But I get ahead of myself.

For reasons that will soon be obvious, I decided that this year our family would not have any jack-o-lanterns. Although we saw them lining the porches of many of our other neighbors on the street. We were content with scarecrows and other types of Halloween decor.

On Halloween, with our children dressed in their chosen costumes, we headed down the drive to begin trick or treating. There came a blood curdling sound from one of the houses and the children jumped. My wife and I laughed thinking how realistic the sound was. We walked a few more feet and there was another scream and then another. It was spooky and very real sounding.

Looking around nervously we saw our next door neighbors approaching us carrying large trick or treat bags already filled.

“Wow, aren’t you guys the early birds,” I said smiling back at their huge smiling faces.

“Yeah!” Jack Jr. replied. “Gotta get these home to mama so she can cook up those vittles she was telling you about the other day.” He proudly reached in and pulled out the bloody severed head of one of my neighbors.

“We figure those who cut up our kin and put their heads on their porches are fair game on Halloween.” Jack Sr. said holding up another neighbor’s head. “Fairs fair after all. Well, gotta go, mama’s waiting on us. See you later for vittles, you won’t believe how great tasting everything is … especially on Halloween night!”

 

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Meet the Pumpkin family. Great neighbors except on Halloween night!

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To write your own scary Halloween story just check in here at Sunday Photo Fiction. Alastair will fill you in on all the gory (not really) details. To read the other scary stories click on the little smiling blue “linky” guy.

Hope it was scawwy for you too!

~ Penny

Sunday Photo Fiction – The Pose, or why Aliens still haven’t landed here!


Time For another flash fiction (more or less – oh alright, short story) for SUNDAY PHOTO FICTION, brought to you each week by Alastair, the Hoster (that’s the male form of Hostess, for all you folks who aren’t into etiquette) to find out more info or take part, yourself, (as the writer) check in right HERE for more details. My story follows based on the photo below!

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Photograph by © Alastair Forbes

Don’t Move – You’re in The Perfect Pose!

“I don’t think I can stand still much longer.” (says the alien speaking telepathically to his captain who is still on board the space vessel.)

“No, we need you to stay right where you are and whatever you do, don’t move. Stay completely stationary in that pose. We’ve fooled them all so far.”

“And so what?”

“When we received the diagram of this figure and were able to create you to look just like this, we knew it would be just the thing.”

“Again I ask, for what exactly?”

“You’re mingling with the earth crowd.”

“There is no crowd. Only every now and then a rude bi-pedal creature comes along and puts some kind of awful tasting round metallic food in my mouth, and twists my head. It’s really uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassing. I don’t even have any arms to push them away.”

“But we’re learning so much.”

“No we’re not. This is dumb. I feel dumb. Can I come back to the ship now.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure. We’re a science vessel and you’re here on Earth, passively collecting information. Aren’t you excited?”

“No, I just want to leave. To tell you the truth, I feel stupid and stiff and OMG (gosh), I’m blue. I’ll never live this down when I get back to the spaceship. I’m going to be the butt of every joke the crew can think of.”

“Oh, alright I’m bringing you up, but with incomplete information, we won’t be able to come back this way for a long time.”

“And that’s the first intelligent thing I’ve heard you say. Farewell Earthlings. We’ll come again when we return from infinity, ha, ha, ha!” (Alien voice echoes in the breeze as he disappears from view.)

Hope you enjoyed my silly romp of fantasy. Have a great day and better tomorrow,

~ Penny

Monday’s Finish The Story: The Forever Reminder!

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Photograph by Barbara Beacham ©

The Forever Reminder

The people waved at him from the bridge below. Over the years he had never forgotten. Hardwired to his memory – that particular moment in time. As a hydrologist it was his job to locate groundwater determining depth, quality and most important – the actual amount of water, usually from a place much closer to the ground than he had found himself that day. That eventful day.

Anticipating the groundwater to be shallow, he had not expected there to be – none. And so it came to pass around the globe. No more fresh, clean ground water. As glaciers melted and more fresh water mixed with the ocean, eventually all water was sea water.

Many huge factories and plants were constructed to remove salt from the water for drinking purposes, but it was never the same. Most life died or changed it’s biological nature. Some humans survived. He and his family were among the lucky ones.

When his daughter asked what fresh drinking water was, the image of people waving from a bridge, where fresh water flowed beneath, appeared in his mind. It had became a “forever reminder” of what had been and would never be again!

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Be sure and give Barb’s new flash fiction weekly challenge -” Monday’s Finish The Story a try! The rules are easy to follow: Just write a short, very short, story (roughly 100-150 words) using the photo as a prompt and begin your story with the line that Barb shares with us. This week the line is: The people waved at him from the bridge below.” 

A good writing exercise and fun too (if you enjoy writing). For more details or to view other entries just click here!

Hope everyone has a great week ahead,

~ Penny

Alastair’s Photo Fiction – The Wave of the Future

A new photo from Alastair – a new photo prompt for Alastairs Photo Fiction. Write a short story or poem that his photo inspires you to write. The more creative, the better. approximately 150 words in length. Have fun! For more info, click on his link!

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“I’m just so excited! Aren’t you honey?” The couple stared out at the monster crane lifting the contents over the place in the middle of the river.

“I don’t know, are you sure the river is deep enough?” She looked worried.

“Oh yeah, yeah, they did all the underwater survey stuff, and it’s plenty deep enough! The whole city decided this was the wave of the future, the way to go.”

“We’re the first aren’t we?” She asked him.

“Yes we won the lottery, and there will be a lot more to follow. But we’re the first!”

“Aren’t you even a little bit scared?” She asked.

“Of what? They have it all figured out. I think it’s a great idea. It will just take a little bit of time to get used to. And it’s very cost effective, a work in progress!”

“I suppose …” She said, hesitantly. “When will it be ready? Did they say?”

His smile was huge as he held her close and they watched the crane lowering the last section of the water proof building into the river. “Our home will be ready to move into tomorrow!”

“Cool, sweetie, I was wondering how we get down to our new home, you haven’t mentioned that to me yet? ……… Honey?”

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Click on the link collection to read more stories prompted by Alastair’s photo!

Hope you enjoyed and that your weekend has started off well for you,

~ Penny

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Ligo Haibun Challenge ~ The Monsoon Comes

Welcome to the weekly Ligo Haibun Challenge. To view the honourable mentions from last week’s Challenge, scroll to the bottom. You will also find more information on how to enter.

The prompts this week are:

Monsoon or Haze

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For my haibun entry this week I have chosen the word: Monsoon

The Monsoon comes

His boat touched sandy bottom. Breathing huge gulps of salty wet air, he tugged on the small boat; still fighting the torrential winds, rain, and his exhaustion. Pulling his boat up a little further from the waves he fell onto the soaked sand, rain continuing to pummel his body.

He had almost been claimed by the sea. So very close. The ocean becoming vast, looming over him with deep and rolling waves. The shoreline, far away. Lost and alone in his boat he knew he was too far from shore. Proud. His pride in his boat, the carvings his own. So he had strayed and stayed, out on the ocean – too long.

The struggle, intense. Ocean waves pouring down, tumbling him and his boat over and under the monster waves, his now insignificant and small boat.  But he had a hand hold and held on to the edge of his boat, swimming through the roiling waters pushing himself and his boat in the direction of the shore. He swallowed so much of the ocean, his body was bruised and he lay next to his boat, staring at the carvings, as the monsoon swept over him. He had survived.

the monsoon comes
torrential rains, changing winds
unforgiving of life

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The Honorable Mentions for last week’s Haibun Special Challenge are:

Celestine, of Reading Pleasure

Eric, of Peripatetic Eric

Penny, of The Why About This

Thank you, Celestine and Eric for your haibuns. They were both excellently written. Click on their name to read their entries. It was very difficult for the judges to chose from so many quality submissions this week and with much reluctance I allowed myself to be overruled and picked as one of the honorable mentions by the other judges. I am honored to be included along with the others.  

To me, writing a haibun is a personal challenge and I would, at this time, like to extend an invitation to all those who enjoy writing, to join us and become a part of our Haibun community. We welcome your creative talents.

For more information on how to enter click here or go to the tab marked Ligo Haibun at the top of my blog. Your entry should be submitted prior to next Friday, 

Thanks for your visit, have an wonderful weekend!

~ Penny

Penny L Howe