Y is for Youthless

An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Hello, Mr Small, was that your name?
I guess it doesn’t really matter
Because that’s how I remember you
As the man who damaged me
The man who stole my childhood
Some things are hard to forget
Some things are hard to forgive
How could I?
How could you?

I is for Insomnolence

Image: Depression by Ekaterina Myroniuk @ saatchiart.com

An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Sleep, little one, sleep
Let me chase away your demons
For I am the guardian of the night
And with me to protect you
To envelop you and hold you
Sleep will come to you again

Wake, little one, wake
Shake off your chemical slumber
For I am the morning star
And my light will carry you
Guide you, and support you
If you awaken unto me

Depend on us and trust in us
Do not spurn us, but embrace us
For are we not your friends
Our one desire to help you
Think of life without us
And remember it if you can

E is for Emancipation

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Come, let us play like children
And scream with unbridled joy
Run barefoot through the grass
Trailing innocence and openness

Come, let us love like children
Unconditional and absolute
Accepting our differences
Forgiving our trespasses

Come, let us be like children
And view the world
As something to embrace
Not something to fear

Would it be so bad to be a child again?

C is for Crushed

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An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays)
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Titanic dreams
His plans for the future that became hers
The scrimping and saving to buy the ramshackle cottage with a plot of land

Titanic dreams
The love that was there from their first date
A trip to the cinema, with Jack and Rose racing through sinking corridors
“Jack!”
“Rose!”

Shrieking, laughing, running through their waterlogged house
Rain pouring through holes in the roof
Tumbling into bed

Titanic dreams
Pointing, plastering, painting
Watertight and snug
Planting, hoeing, harvesting
Selling organic soaps and candles
Slaughtering their first chicken
Holding it on the block as she lifts the axe
“Jack!”
“Rose!”

Titanic dreams
The car, the storm, the broken bridge
She floats to the surface
The woman in the nightgown
But cold water brought cold death

Titanic dreams
“Jack!”
“Rose!”
The echoes fade as she awakes
And remembers
It wasn’t a dream
How can her heart go on?

The Philosopher’s Stone

Photo Credit: Anita Creations at DeviantArt.com

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a woman with a pensive expression on her face as she sits upon a large, mossy rock deep inside a forest.

Thinking time
Thinking space
Time to think in space

Freeing her mind
To permutations
Possibilities
And indecision

She sighs
and shifts
position

Realising now
Her mother was right
Sitting on damp rocks
Will give you piles

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 162