I haven’t played this challenge for a little while but I felt like practicing a little poetry this week and so here is THE SECRET KEEPER’S WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE #85
The challenge words this week are
(5) Words: | SCORE | SLEEP | FREE | CALM | ESCAPE |
and I will be writing in the Shadorma form.
by JE Lillie
I will escape you!
Free my eyes!
Free me my bittersweet muse!
Ahh! Scored a cuppa’!
Now please take yourself over to the Secret Keeper’s lair to see how others met the challenge. Click the underlined link above.
It is time once again for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS , the challenge where 100 authors gather to share 100 word stories all from 1 photo prompt. To see all the stories click the underlined link and follow the blue frog. Here is our prompt and my 100 word story.
Photo Prompt by J Hardy Carrol
Behind These Gates
by JE Lillie
I stand on the porch just beyond their reach.
They can sense me. I can sense them.
Another step closer and they could mindswipe me.
Father has trembled the gates. They know one touch would shake them to pieces.
Daddy’s power is highly coveted. So is mine.
Since the Mutant Wars everyone can read minds. Many can mindswipe. A few like Dad have the power to tremble,turning inanimate objects into sonic killing weapons. One in a hundred million can necrotame.
I go back inside. Behind these gates I am safe from becoming their greatest weapon.
I haven’t been able to come out and play with authors of Friday Fictioneers for the last few months. Today though I find myself with a wee bit of spare time so I thought I would share 100 words or so on Rochelle’s weekly photo prompt post.
YOU CAN FIND SOMEWHERE AROUND A HUNDRED OTHER STORIES FROM THIS PROMPT BY CLICKING HERE.
Here is the photo and my story follows.
photo by Jennifer Pendergast
by Je Lillie
I am six.
Daddy says I am the man of the house now.
“He is off to war.” Mommy says.
Grammy says, Mommy shouldn’t say things like that.
“Little ears don’t need to hear too much truth.” Grammy says.
I watch as Daddy’s car drives away. They always send a big black car for him.
I stand in the place behind what Mommy calls the Giant’s Watch.
No one can see me there and that is good. Daddy says men don’t cry but I think sometimes they do.
I cry because Grammy is right. Truth is bigger than giants.
I just finished the book , Take Charge Of Your Destiny by my friend Dr. Alan Keiran who spent some time as a chaplain on Capitol Hill.
Here is the review I wrote about it on GoodReads:
We each have a destiny. That destiny intersects with a greater Kingdom of Heaven plan. We each have to choose that plan because our lives are built on choice. In this book Alan Keiran lays out the choices which determine whether or not we will fulfill our God given destinies.
Alan’s pros are clear, easy to read and understand. His stories from his time in the army and the Senate are engaging. This is a beneficial read. JE Lillie
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Here are a couple of my take away quotes from the book.
” You need to accept this truth: If you live life your way-within the limitations of your intellect, physical prowess, persuasive personality, and life experiences- you will miss your destiny without even realizing you’ve been duped ” p. 47
“It’s to those who commit to doing things His way that He (God) entrusts His most important missions ” p.49
You can get a copy of Alan’s book by clicking the image below
I have been able to write for Fictioneers three weeks in a row. To many of you that might seem like a small thing but to me it means I am making major progress in my goals towards changing around how I schedule my life. I like it!
Well anyway it is time once again to join about 100 authors to create a 100 word story from 1 photo prompt. To see all 100-ish stories go to ROCHELLE’S PAGE HERE.
Here is our Photo Prompt and my story
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
By JE Lillie
Standing here above these tracks, I see it all so clearly now.
The day I joined up Mom called me by my pet name.
“Chin up Spot.” She said.
“The time has come and the wide world calls. Little boys grow up and leave their Mamas. That’s that. Besides it’s not forever and home will always be here.”
That was four years ago.
She must have known she had cancer when I left. She always had a reason I couldn’t come home.
Now I am a man with lots of roads to choose from and none of them leads home.
It is time once again to add a story to the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 100 WORD STORY CHALLENGE.
To join in the fun or to read the other authors who wrote stories just click the underlined link.
Here is our photographic prompt and my story follows:
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
by JE Lillie
Jason loved the windmills.
“Imagine the ingenuity!” He would exclaim to me.
“Hundreds of years ago, the Dutch drove back the seas and used the wind to do it! And they wasted nothing! The same pumps that would push back the water made their paint and their chocolate!” He marveled.
Every week he would go and watch the last of those old engines operate. He particularly loved the one that made the paint.
They were making yellow the day he fell in and was crushed by the gears. To this day My kitchen is painted butternut in his memory.
This is the latest of the poetry I have written. I am getting ready to display several poems and perform in a poetry reading this weekend.
By JE Lillie
Tulip’s blood sprout
Breathes the moment.
I awake and the scent of the new morning hangs but briefly in the air. In the refreshed dark I stretch and say good bye to my waking dreams that meant more with my eyes closed. They seemed so important but are quickly fading with the sound of perking coffee. That sound more than desire beckons me forth into the scarlet dawn.
The garden’s cool soil.
Red rose drinks.
“Just one more cup.” I say stroking my dripping god. He dispenses renewed hope one cup at a time and I wonder if I haven’t missed something. The phone rings. I cringe and know I love it still.
“It’s for you.” Says the secretary.
I always knew it was.
Fulfillment comes in “Hello” as I release the crimson hold button. I feel guilty about that somehow.
Fall winds make
Carmine leaves drop like tears.
Rake and hide.
I go down “to nap”, but I just lay in the silence and love that place where nothing happens for once.
I think, “Was I made for this or something more?”
The sign over my bureau says , “Take time for the quiet moments because God whispers and the world is loud.”
But the sign is red so I don’t take it seriously.
Ruby lights shine in windows.
The night has returned. My meetings are over. I am to bed. Facebook is still going strong and the world never sleeps, but my phone is nearly dead. I plug it in and check the alarm. The seasons of the day are done and I am cold at heart. Spent from the sacred rush I wonder when I will believe the Words in red and embrace a different Spring.
Whenever I feel old, or weak, or like my life just doesn’t measure up, I look to the clouds. In them I see a glimpse of eternity, a reminder that life is so much longer, and bigger, and more mysterious than these mortal bodies can perceive. JE Lillie
I haven’t been able to participate here at Friday Fictioneers for a while but I am glad to be back! This is the space hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is the space where 100 authors (or so) share 100 words (or so) and 100 stories (or so) all concerning one photo.
Here is this week’s photo:
Here is my story:
The Door Of Hope (100 words)
By Joseph E. Lillie
The chain burned her ankle. Niri knew it would leave a scar.
She ran sending her senses forth. She could feel the door, had felt it since she entered the city with her masters.
Her keen ears could hear the men behind her.
She caught sight of the blue door to the Summer Lands. She was at the threshold. One push and the door gave. She fell in.
Her foot lay outside the door, stuck. The iron could not pass.
“Owen of Noy, help me!” Niri cried.
A crystal blade materialized at her side.
Niri grasped the hilt and sliced.
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My debut novel with Author Tracy Lee Karner will be coming out this fall!
Author Joseph E Lillie
Author Tracy Lee Karner & Pulisher Ken R.
Pork Chops With the Sentinels Of Azatan…is a coming-of-age story about a misfit boy named Honey, a comic-book super-hero obsessed dad who abandons him, and a new-age flighty mother who is often oblivious to his needs. It combines humor and tragedy under the themes of forgiveness and grace, and is set in Massachusetts in the 1970’s.
For those of you who might think that title is a bit quirky, just remember how much I like quirky things!
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