More haiku, and today I will be using the phrase “Dead hobo doorway”
Where once she would have expected to see the verdant greens of springtime, punctuated with the vibrant explosions of tulips, daffodils and bluebells, now only a blanket of white stretched as far as she could see and the trees she so cherished stood grey, silent and bare.
My response to the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge inspired by the photo above. 99 words.
Crow shuffled atop the pole and glanced across at sparrow. He was not a fan of small birds, he found them most tiresome with all of their constant cheeping and chirping.
I wrote this for the carrot ranch 99 word challenge but forgot to post it.
Edgar stood looking up at the dark building stretching up into the night and thought how very much like stars the tiny windows looked, and he thought of his Grandfather.
I blame the United Nations for the quality of these haiku…
… I had suggested, and I thought quite wittily, that she fetch me a sandwich and a nice cup of tea …
Here we go again. I am going to be serious this week. Feel my haiku!
Flavius laughed as he took the long handled spear from the older man. “Honestly, what are you like” he replied “you don’t really think he’s the son of god do you?”
For a while he lay there looking up at the light. “It really is quite pretty” he thought, “I should get one like that for the hall at home.”
Another week another Haiku challenge which I do rather enjoy. this week the words to use are TOUCH and MISS. I might try a few things.
Charlie did so enjoy elephants.
In England they were chopping off peoples heads for not liking the right type of Jesus…
Its probably wholly inappropriate and in rather poor taste. I’d not read it really.
Move along, nothing to see and certainly not for kids.
Ifraheem was a quiet and unassuming man, very much like any of your neighbours I would imagine.