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Dreams

Dreams have always been a source of inspiration for me. Many of my stories and novels have started out as a bit of a dream that I remembered. They may start out one thing but they become something else quickly as I write. Below I have a collection of short short fictions and poetry that have the theme of dream.

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Dreams of silver

I got a gift
a ring so fine
I put it on
thinking you were mine

As it grew warm
my heart did soar
for you loved me well
as your note did tell

But after I got it
you started to grow cold
like I did something wrong
when I put it on

You say it is nothing
just things you can’t say
for fear of hurting
but are you going away?

I stare at the ring
that enwraps my finger
like you are wrapped around my soul
and wonder if I am just dreaming
dreams of silver

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Dreams

Long night,
quiet nights,
wishing on a star.

Living for a dream,
dreaming of a life,
with a sweet love.

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Dreams 2

My dreams are so strong,
I close my eyes and they come,
images of another life,
one of you and I.

When my eyes are open,
the real world crashes down on me,
living without you,
there is nothing I wish to see.

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Dreams on the Wind

I sat beneath the tree, watching dreams drift by. Crystalline globes filled with images that never have been but just might be. Watched them float on the unfelt breeze, moving toward those who needed them. Simple desires and wild flights of fancy filled them, each with a destination. No longer held in the boughs of my tree, they leave this place, going places I will never be. I wonder if maybe if I lie down and dream, will I join them in a new world. I wonder if I really want to. I can’t decide so I sit and watch.

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Dreaming in grass

The sun is so warm, the grass so green. Lying here I rest my eyes for a little, just letting the world fill me with its wisdom. You told me that I could not do it, could not feel the life around me.

Why did you think that? Was it my red lips or the color on my lids? It doesn’t matter because your were wrong. The tall reeds of the field tickle my skin as I let my mind drift down into the deep, dark earth. Nothing you can say will take from me my connection to the world.

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Just the shortest forms of speaking of dreams.

Some dribbles and drabbles

Thought I would just give you readers more little fun bis to read

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Gentle Morning

Water droplets glisten on the down turned petals of sapphire blue. The sun is cupped gently by one of those blossoms and I watch as it rises like a phoenix from the ashes. The sky, shades of umber, cinnabar and gold, slowly brightening once more as night becomes day again.

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My imagination

On the seas of my mind sail ships with full sails. The amber sky is filled with moons the color of umber and below the sea is an ocean of stars. The single dolphin laughs in the green waters filling my imagination. Care to come and swim in that sea?

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Night music

She sits in the dark, violin in her hand, light glinting blue off her hair and instrument. She came to the city to learn to play yet was turned out into the night. Now as the forest claims the streets, she plays music unearthly in beauty. Can you hear her?

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The Oak and the Ivy

Brothers and sisters listen to my tale of love and magic. Deep in the golden wood if you pay attention you just might see them. The Lord Oak who holds in his strong brown arms the flexible Ivy. He holds her strong and tight as she wraps him in the vines of her hair. Slowly they delve into each other but in the end only one will survive. Wile the mighty Oak win or will the wily Ivy take him down to the ground? You have only to look and you will see them loving the day away. Can you?

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Walking the bridge between here and where?

The fog is too thick to see past. The road continues on, the bridge is the only path I can take. I know not where I will go but I must follow this path. Will they be on the other side? Did he wait for me like he promised?

When I started this quest the world was bright and filled with laughter but as time moved on I lost touch with those who made me smile. Now I just want them back. I have walked this path so long, will it never end?

 

Goodbye May, Welcome June….some fun flash fiction for this warm day

it is June 1st, the sun is shinning, the music is playing and I thoght how about sharing some flash fictions of various lengths with you my loyal readers?

First a dribble..that is a short of only 50 words (not counting title of course)

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Gentle Morning

Water droplets glisten on the down turned petals of sapphire blue. The sun is cupped gently by one of those blossoms and I watch as it rises like a phoenix from the ashes. The sky, shades of umber, cinnabar and gold, slowly brightening once more as night becomes day again.

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Next drabble, those tales of exactly 100 words

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Let’s Play!

Let’s go out and play today, fun to be had on this summer day for everyone and everything. Whoops, it is raining out. Well that is okay. It might be raining, it might be cloudy, but I don’t care. I have my flower and the sun shines from deep inside of me. Come on everyone, lets go out and play. Bring your flowers and bring your smiles. For raindrops are just nature’s tears as she laughs at our bright antics today. Play with me my friends. Pick up your flower and play. Won’t you join me outside today and play?

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Now how about the shortest of the short? A hint fiction…these are only 25 words

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Summer dawn

Sun rising, shades of red, yellow and white, over the sea. Clouds scuttle off, as if burned by light. Awake my child from your dreams.

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A micro fiction runs between the length of a drabble and a dribble…and here you go

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Hiding in the Tomatoes

I slipped between the round green bulbs, seeking the coolness of the shade they cast. The summer has been hot and I am but a little frog. This place is safe from hunters and water is sprayed here on a schedule that intrigues me. The others sit by the drying ponds, gasping as the water they need to stay alive dries up. Me, I have found the perfect place to rest and to grow. Water, food and shade, what else could a frog ask for?

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And finally a quickie fiction. These generally come in over 100 words but under 500, enjoy

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Marcus, the Brave

Mother said I couldn’t do it, or was it shouldn’t do it? But I had to try, had to scurry out of the den she kept me in and feel the wind in my fur. Climbing the stalk was a bit scary, it swayed with each placement of my paw, but I made it. I am at the top. Below my paws are the seed pods that grandmother said were the sweetest and above me is the sky. There is no hawk, no owl, looming out of the cloudless sky to snag me from my perch. For this one glorious moment I am free of fear, free of doubt and free to be more than the mouse of my birth. I am Marcus, the Brave, the only mouse to climb the stalk and tell the tale.

How about some short fiction today?

Been busy doing so many other things. With a new tablet to play with and my ereader working again I have been reading. But I have a lot of short fiction that I think you readers could enjoy. So here you go.

Day Song

By Lisa Williamson

I sit, on this man made peak, singing to the sky. I must sing, for I am the herald of the morning. My voice calls the sun from its slumber, bringing forth the new day. Slowly, the gray clouds part, letting a hint of the blue sky through.

But wait, they are closing back up! I sing louder, pour more energy into my notes. The day must break; the sun must rise! I take a deeper breath and sing the song that Mother told me was sacred. The notes pure agony to my throat, but I keep singing them. Finally as the last sound seers my tender throat the clouds break and the sun bursts through, lighting the sky into day once more. My job complete, I tumble from my perch, another will have to take up my post tomorrow.

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And how about a drabble or two?

The fire burns slowly, melting the snow on the ground. I move closer, shivering from the cold. This night is the one I have waited for, for so long. Watching the skies for that single sign that will tell me that it is time. Winter has gone on to long, stretching out for longer than any living can remember.

There above the slowly brightening sky I see it. The bright tail of light racing across the sky makes the time of change. Soon we will be free of this never ending cold, soon spring will return. Will she be gentle?

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Hiding in the Lace

By Lisa Williamson

Do you see me, hiding here under the blossoms? This thing they call Queen Anne’s lace is just perfect for hiding under. Why do they call it that I wonder? Who is this Anne person and what is lace? To me it is the perfect place to hide from hunters. Delightfully fragrant and cool, the best place to rest on a hot afternoon. And let me tell you about the taste! Tender and fruity with a touch of something that I can’t explain. Why not try a bit? I am sure you will like it, even if you are human.

Kickstarting myself again

Okay I have been way off this year.  So today I sat down and went through some of the images from around the web i have in my inspiration folder.  I use them to write little drabbles or flash fictions when I am down.  And as I am down enough to be in tears today for no real good reason it was definitely time to pull out some images and write something for each of them.  Now i have hundreds of images but I just pulled out a handful today and put words to them.  Some are actual drabbles, those little exactly 100 word story bits but others are more flash fiction.  Five minute tales that are all under 150 words.  So I hope you like them folks.  I will probably do more of them and kick myself out of the slump i am in.

People of Scraps By Lisa Williamson They live among us, though you wouldn’t know it.  Using the scraps of the modern world to keep themselves alive.  A discarded bit of wrapper becoming a tent, a torn piece of your shirt becomes clothing for them.  In the cold and cruel world, the place were no matter how big you are you can die, these beings find the simple comforts.   So go ahead, toss that cigarette on the ground.  Did you stamp it out?  Well don’t worry too much if you are in the city.  One of the tiny, lost souls will use it to stay warm.  What you don’t believe me?  Try looking.  I bet you will see them, hiding in the shadows. (not a drabble)

People of Scraps
By Lisa Williamson
They live among us, though you wouldn’t know it. Using the scraps of the modern world to keep themselves alive. A discarded bit of wrapper becoming a tent, a torn piece of your shirt becomes clothing for them. In the cold and cruel world, the place were no matter how big you are you can die, these beings find the simple comforts.
So go ahead, toss that cigarette on the ground. Did you stamp it out? Well don’t worry too much if you are in the city. One of the tiny, lost souls will use it to stay warm. What you don’t believe me? Try looking. I bet you will see them, hiding in the shadows.
(not a drabble)

The Girl with the wheel barrel By Lisa Williamson Everyday she works in your garden but do you see her?  Do you see the tiny girl with the wheel barrel pushing it filled with weeds?  Well I do.  She is a lovely little thing, doing her best to make your garden look as it should.  You say she is just a statue but do you really see?  When you aren’t watching, she pinches off the insects, pulls out the weeds and carts them away.  Every morning before the sun truly rises, she is out there working, making your walkway as pretty as can be.  Give her your thanks.  Even if she can’t hear you in the day. (not a drabble)

The Girl with the wheel barrel
By Lisa Williamson
Everyday she works in your garden but do you see her? Do you see the tiny girl with the wheel barrel pushing it filled with weeds? Well I do. She is a lovely little thing, doing her best to make your garden look as it should. You say she is just a statue but do you really see? When you aren’t watching, she pinches off the insects, pulls out the weeds and carts them away. Every morning before the sun truly rises, she is out there working, making your walkway as pretty as can be. Give her your thanks. Even if she can’t hear you in the day.
(not a drabble)

A simple drink By Lisa Williamson Watch him stretch to get just a taste of the clear water.  So bright and green, reflected in the sweet fluid, a simple creature that sees you not but you can see him.  Soon he will spin a blanket and sleep away a transformation.  Will he be more beautiful than he is right now?  I think maybe not for this is beauty in the simplest of forms.  The bright color blends so well with the new leaves of spring but here by the creek he is just a sign of something, something called hope.  Hope that soon summer will come.

A simple drink
By Lisa Williamson
Watch him stretch to get just a taste of the clear water. So bright and green, reflected in the sweet fluid, a simple creature that sees you not but you can see him. Soon he will spin a blanket and sleep away a transformation. Will he be more beautiful than he is right now? I think maybe not for this is beauty in the simplest of forms. The bright color blends so well with the new leaves of spring but here by the creek he is just a sign of something, something called hope. Hope that soon summer will come.

Wounded and wild By Lisa Williasmon He stands they before you, long hair spilling down like moonlight on skin firm.  His  eyes look deep into your soul and you don’t care.  There is a secret there between you, one that you are afraid to let be seen.  All you know is you want to lean forward, to caress those lips with your own and run your fingers over the scars on his skin, soothing him.  Will he let you or will he strike?  Can you sooth the beast that peeks out of those eyes or will it strike you and drain you of heart’s blood?  Take a deep breath beloved for you will never know if you don’t try it. (not a drabble)

Wounded and wild
By Lisa Williasmon
He stands they before you, long hair spilling down like moonlight on skin firm. His eyes look deep into your soul and you don’t care. There is a secret there between you, one that you are afraid to let be seen. All you know is you want to lean forward, to caress those lips with your own and run your fingers over the scars on his skin, soothing him. Will he let you or will he strike? Can you sooth the beast that peeks out of those eyes or will it strike you and drain you of heart’s blood? Take a deep breath beloved for you will never know if you don’t try it.
(not a drabble)

Two friends, the morning after By Lisa Williamson “I tell you she said if you come home she will forgive you.” “But I did nothing wrong.” The crow rolled his eyes at his friend.  “Look if you want to stay a horse then fine but I am going home.  She said either way she will change me back.” The stallion shook his mane and then nodded.  “Yeah I guess maybe I should go apologize.” “You got that right, buddy.” “How was I to know she was a witch?” The crow took off and called back over his shoulder.  “Maybe you shouldn’t have called her a cow either way, buddy.  You know ladies don’t like to talk about their weight!”

Two friends, the morning after
By Lisa Williamson
“I tell you she said if you come home she will forgive you.”
“But I did nothing wrong.”
The crow rolled his eyes at his friend. “Look if you want to stay a horse then fine but I am going home. She said either way she will change me back.”
The stallion shook his mane and then nodded. “Yeah I guess maybe I should go apologize.”
“You got that right, buddy.”
“How was I to know she was a witch?”
The crow took off and called back over his shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t have called her a cow either way, buddy. You know ladies don’t like to talk about their weight!”

Dreams on the Wind By Lisa Williamson I sat beneath the tree, watching dreams drift by.  Crystalline globes filled with images that never have been but just might be.  Watched them float on the unfelt breeze, moving toward those who needed them.  Simple desires and wild flights of fancy filled them, each with a destination.  No longer held in the boughs of my tree, they leave this place, going places I will never be.  I wonder if maybe if I lie down and dream, will I join them in a new world.  I wonder if I really want to.  I can’t decide so I sit and watch.

Dreams on the Wind
By Lisa Williamson
I sat beneath the tree, watching dreams drift by. Crystalline globes filled with images that never have been but just might be. Watched them float on the unfelt breeze, moving toward those who needed them. Simple desires and wild flights of fancy filled them, each with a destination. No longer held in the boughs of my tree, they leave this place, going places I will never be. I wonder if maybe if I lie down and dream, will I join them in a new world. I wonder if I really want to. I can’t decide so I sit and watch.

Forever caught By Lisa Williamson Slowly, oh so slowly I move toward you.  Our lips are almost touching.  Why can’t I go that last tiny bit?  Why don’t you?  We are frozen here, just a breath apart and longing fills me, does it fill you?  How long have we stayed frozen like this?  Just a breath away from the thing we both desire. Can’t you just move that final inch and give in to what we both need?  How long must I wait?  How long has it been?  I feel like we have been here forever.  Could it be we have? Beloved are we alive?

Forever caught
By Lisa Williamson
Slowly, oh so slowly I move toward you. Our lips are almost touching. Why can’t I go that last tiny bit? Why don’t you? We are frozen here, just a breath apart and longing fills me, does it fill you? How long have we stayed frozen like this? Just a breath away from the thing we both desire. Can’t you just move that final inch and give in to what we both need? How long must I wait? How long has it been? I feel like we have been here forever. Could it be we have? Beloved are we alive?

Yes!  It really is! By Lisa Williamson As he opened his eyes and stretched in his little home his nose twitched.  What was this?  Was it finally time to wake up?  He scrabbled forward and poked his nose out into the air.  Yes!  He scrabbled forward, his whiskers quivering with joy.  The warmth had returned, the grass had grown back.  He scampered and danced, climbing up the stalks and pulling the blossom to his nose.  The year and turned and spring had come.  The sweet smell of the flowers made him giggle. The birds nodded with a smile in their eyes. It was really springtime once more

Yes! It really is!
By Lisa Williamson
As he opened his eyes and stretched in his little home his nose twitched. What was this? Was it finally time to wake up? He scrabbled forward and poked his nose out into the air. Yes! He scrabbled forward, his whiskers quivering with joy. The warmth had returned, the grass had grown back.
He scampered and danced, climbing up the stalks and pulling the blossom to his nose. The year and turned and spring had come. The sweet smell of the flowers made him giggle. The birds nodded with a smile in their eyes. It was really springtime once more

A New Day By Lisa Williamson Walking slowly she thought of the day to come.  She had finally done it.  Had took that leap into the unknown and today was the beginning of a new day.  No more would she hide in the shadows, afraid of her own power.  No more the shrinking violet, the wallflower. No today she would let the world hear her voice, see her face and today they would understand that each and every word was her very own.  Walking into the light of day she would begin the first day of the rest of her life.  Proud and free, forever more.

A New Day
By Lisa Williamson
Walking slowly she thought of the day to come. She had finally done it. Had took that leap into the unknown and today was the beginning of a new day. No more would she hide in the shadows, afraid of her own power. No more the shrinking violet, the wallflower. No today she would let the world hear her voice, see her face and today they would understand that each and every word was her very own. Walking into the light of day she would begin the first day of the rest of her life. Proud and free, forever more.

Halloween Drabbles

Yup it is that time.  The creepy, cold and dark day that we all enjoy so much.  As a part of the day I have written a few drabbles just for today.  The First is The Pumpkin King

Let me come to you, through the wall that separates us.  Can’t you see me pressing through the white walls, through the hole I broke in the paint.  I press my eye to the opening and whisper your name.  Why don’t you see me?  Why don’t you hear me?  I am trapped between the walls, trying to fight my way free.

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Yeah I know an image would have been great but do you really need to see him?

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Death on a Bridge

I sit on the bridge, my cloak beside me.  So many have run from my touch, afraid of what I bring.  For my touch is cold and the last you will feel.  When darkness falls I will have to pick up my mask once more but for now I sit and enjoy the flow of water and the feel of wind on my skin.

 

So leave me be if you see me.  Let me relax from my endless rounds, for Death will come to you soon enough.  Let me enjoy wind and I will let you live one more night.

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And finally

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Walled in

Let me come to you, through the wall that separates us.  Can’t you see me pressing through the white walls, through the hole I broke in the paint.  I press my eye to the opening and whisper your name.  Why don’t you see me?  Why don’t you hear me?  I am trapped between the walls, trying to fight my way free.  Help me, please help me!  I am trapped inside the wall.  Why can’t I get free, why are you bringing that toward me? No don’t!  Don’t seal me in.  Oh god don’t seal me into the wall oh please.

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Tried to make this one creepy but I am not sure it was.

Too busy for more than a drabble?

Well why not right?  I have been a good doobie and working my fingers off so why not just give you a drabble to read?  I have submitted another tale to another contest and I need to finish up at least three stories this weekend so I thought I would just give you something short and different.

 

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Dreaming of the sand

by Lisa Williamson

 

Soft sand and warm water, kissed by rainbows and sunlight.  Now this is a dream we all can enjoy.  Lying back on the beach and watching the waves slowly lap up from the sea.  The mountains in the distance covered in blue green forests, cool and comfortable and filled with secrets unknown to man.

 

I would love to spend a day and night there listening to the sounds of nature and letting all my worries drift away but reality draws me ever backwards.  Dreaming is fine for so many things but dreams can’t save me now.

 

The snow runs deep and the cold is bone chilling.  I shudder and wrap the blankets tight around me and lie back in the dark.  Hoping that once more I can dream about the soft sand and warm water, with you lying at my side.  Sweet are the dreams of you at my side