the sign read: this universe is closed detour through the rainbow choose a hue adjust your aura deposit your earthly treasures at the rainbow's end no baggage permitted in the next realm
This is my maiden voyage into the realm of the Friday Fictioneers. I was encouraged by my fellow writer and poet, Bill @ Our Literary Journey. A big shout out to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge she presents is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Ted Strutz. My challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Wish me luck!
Story title: Madness Genre: Mystery Word Count: 99 ************************************
“Are we a normal family,” he asked. "Shhh," I whispered. "We are a mad lot, we creatives, but you know that darling. You’re as mad as they come." "Am I?" he sulked. "How else do you explain the murals on our walls and the chain on the front door? I can only imagine what the place looks like to the outside world. The groundskeeper ran off after your last fit some decades ago." "Has it been that long, Sister?" "Longer, I fear, but one day when they open this house it will be a shrine to your creative madness."
This poem, along with three others, was written a few weeks ago during a severe bout of vertigo. Whenever I closed my eyes, the world began to spin. There was no chance of sleep, so my brain went into verse mode.
the walls of my mind
are no longer square or plum
i'm off kilter
walking sideways against the grain
out of alignment with the right-sided world
my safe haven: stillness
where poetry flows
like a river in reverse
spilling words onto the page
scattered in a dizzying array
creating the abstract verse