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Weekly Contest #339
A pink-mouthed yawn stretched open as the little squirrel sat in her cozy nest high above the soft needled carpet below. Her home in the Ponderosa pine tree provided everything she needed to survive and thrive. She was twenty feet above ground snugly tucked into her drey lined with moss, feathers, and bark. Outside was a chilly night but in her nest the Abert’s squirrel, with her tasseled ears always alert for danger, was busily nibbling on a pine nut from her small cache of the day’s forage. It was comforting to wake up at night, sniff the ...
Weekly Contest #315
….Three Years Later, 2006 By Karen Ciesielski-Motta His feet clapped on the smooth wet sand. Its black shine made it appear metallic but still, it clung to his feet like dark rich soil. Ocean breezes assailed his nostrils bringing the smells of rotting seaweed and humid salt water mixed with a delicious aroma wafting from his to-go bag of food. Before heading to the remote Nelayan Beach on his rented e-bike he had stopped off at Hungry Bird cafe for a popular Bali meal and a cup of their locally grown and roasted coff...
Weekly Contest #310
My first meeting with the Ladies Literary Society was at the home of the head of the group, Susan Brooks. We first met on the New Haven/Bridgeport line one day in spring when we were both headed to NYC for some shopping. As the train clacked and rattled along its tracks we sat in the first class dining car enjoying our afternoon tea and cake.After exchanging our names and hometowns the topics spread out to our interests and hobbies. I shared that I enjoyed writing poetry. Haiku poems , to be exact, as I explained that I had lived and studied...
Weekly Contest #305
DOGE Dirge By Karen Ciesielski-Motta *At the intersection I could go right and head home - but turning left would take me on an adventure. Maybe I would find a different route home - the scenic route around the hustle of city traffic. So what if it took an extra 20 minutes of travel time? The view would be worth it. Plus, riding my bike to and from work was good exercise. With that thought I suddenly went back in my mind over the strange events that had occurred today.Our company that worked for the Fed was on the chopping block be...
Weekly Contest #287
Her Ladyship’s TeatimeBy Karen Ciesielski As she walked into the kitchen she addressed the teakettle, “Start me a cuppa,please.” Immediately, the bright red electric tea kettle lit up and began to bubble and churn merrily in its stand on the kitchen counter. Virginia felt relaxed and happy to be at home preparing a cup of tea on this rainy London afternoon. Her days were mostly filled with AI data and testing methods. She spoke to her kitchen appliances as though they were people; her home/laboratory acted as a testing center for all sorts ...
Weekly Contest #197
The cage was pink wire in the shape of a split-level house. Inside the cage were an assortment of hanging brightly colored toys, food and water dispensers and a small parakeet whose feathers were perfectly white. This is what Thalia saw when she opened her front door to the loud and persistent knocking that had awoken her. Dark circles hung baggily under her squinting blue eyes- a sign of her constant lack of sleep. Her insomnia had returned, as it often did when she was anxious or worried- which was often as of late. She rubbed at her eyes ...
Weekly Contest #186
As the children sat in a circle around the giant conch, their eyes, shining from the hearth fire, were glued to the speaker as they munched on candied seaweed. The recipe for candied seaweed came from the narrator and storyteller extraordinaire, Briny Breeze. As she watched the children's little mouths chew the sticky delight she thought of the story her Grandmother, Seaworthy Breeze, had told her eons ago about how the recipe was a gift of remembrance from the sea nymphs. Many years ago the sea nymphs had found a human child and brought h...
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