Flash Fiction: The Audition

Flash Fiction: The Audition

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Katy flounced into the audition room wearing a strapless polka knee-length gown, paired with black all-stars converse, she was hoping the mixture of dressy and casual would help adhere her towards the judges. The scream of “next” upon her entrance was a slap on the cheek.

“But I haven’t even auditioned”, she protested.
“Sorry love, maybe next time. Now hurry off.. Next contestant!” the bald judge, Andre screamed, looking beyond Katy towards the entrance.
“I’ll be dammed if I leave here without an audition” muttered Katy.

A crash resonated throughout the almost empty hall.
“Quick, someone get an ambulance”, Andre ordered.

Katy lay on the floor, her hands limp by her side while the rest of her body shuddered. She was salivating by the time Andre got to her. Scared out of his wits, he tried to position her body to lay laterally on her side when he thought he noticed a grin.
“How’s that for an audition”, Katy winked.


word count: 161. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you Etol Bagam for the lovely picture. If you’d love to participate in this 150 (+/- 25) word writing challenge, just clink on the link above.

I’ll Survive-

I’ll Survive-

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Tell me to fight wars,
And live in exile;
Tell me to live numb
From love and desires;
Tell me to give up
The light in my eyes;
But spare me my writing,
Which keeps me alive.

Tell me to wander,
For eternity wise;
Tell me to live wretched,
Like the bedouins;
Take my possessions
My money, my lands;
But spare me my writing
With it I’ll survive

Keep all your trinkets,
And worldly acquires;
Save all your princes,
For maidens alike;
Kneel not before me,
I’ve made up my mind;
To stick to my writing,
With it I’ll survive.

Image Credit: A shade of pen

Quote: Henry Wadsworth

Quote: Henry Wadsworth

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I just realized that I spelt the name wrongly in the image, oops, it should be Henry Wadsworth Longfellow not “Wordsworth”. Alright, so this quote says it all in simple terms without any metaphor or grandeur. It says it simply- as long as the heart is beating, then words can be written. Being alive should be enough motivation for us to write. I am one to testify that at times giving up does seem a whole lot easier and sometimes I do give up.  But just as Henry said, nothing is too late. It is never too late to pick up the pen and finish what has been started, whether it is a uncompleted essay, or a novel or even a poem.

Thank you Henry for leaving us this beautiful words of inspiration. And that’s it, my entry for this week’s Writer’s quote Wednesday. If you would love to participate or read more inspiring quotes, then head over to Silver threading where she is hosting this event.

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Till next time….. Keep being inspired 🙂

This Time Around…

This Time Around…

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I strayed and forgot
My purpose in life;
But oh dear God,
I am willing to try;
And find that light
Which’s eluded my sight;
To gain your pleasure-
A place in your castle high.

This time I will strive
With every bone in my might;
Strain my eyes,
For a hint of the light;
Find my path and
Gloriously stride;
Thwart the thorns,
Keeping my eyes on the prize-
A place In your castle high