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Stolen: One Heart

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
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Stolen: One Heart

Not being the type
to take anything
not mine
I was surprised
when it happened to me

Stolen:
one perfectly functioning heart
blood pumping
veins working
body moving
but
one heart stolen

Who knew
when a person takes a walk
or writes a story
or reads a book
their heart can be taken

In this case
innocently stricken
I lost my heart
but the weird thing is
it was all my fault

Vulnerable and needing
love’s warm feels
my heart was stolen
only to be healed

Take it again
and again
it’s yours
forever

…..

Today, I decided to combine my prompts. Here is my poem of the day for National Poetry Month and my Six Sentence Story. Who says you can’t play with the rules? I guess you can say I stole them and made them my own.

My daily poetry prompt came from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog: “For today’s prompt, write a stolen poem. And no, don’t steal anyone’s poem! But you can write about doing such a thing. Or stealing hearts, stealing time, stealing minds. Or steeling your mind (remember: I don’t care if you play on my original prompt). Steal away into a comfortable place to write and break some lines today.”

The other prompt comes from Girlie on The Edge’s Six Sentence Story Blog

“Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: TYPE”

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6 Sentence Story – Henpecked

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
herd of hen
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“You ain’t got no drive,” Ellie spoke to Sam, “If it weren’t for bein’ hungry I swear you’d sleep all day long.”

“Shucks Ellie, I got plenty of drive, you jus’ don’ see it ‘cause you sit all day at that TV and watch soap shows and when you ain’t doin’ that you be gossipin’ with Sharlene about who knows what.”

“Sam James, you don’ even know what you be talkin’ ‘bout, ‘cause I make sure you get plen’y to eat and clean up yore messes.”

Sam went to the garage and brought in a cardboard box and slid it across the table toward Ellie, “Here’s somethin’ to show you how much drive I got, Ellie dear;”
Ellie looked in the box and gasped, she pulled out a pair of earrings, sparkling with amethyst crystals, dangling from a silver post, gathering her thoughts, she stated, “Oh my Sam, these are beautiful; where did you find these… how did you find the money?”

“Well, Ellie, it’s from cleanin’ up the henhouse; I found these on the ground, right next to the black lace scarf I gave mama; Wait, are those sirens I hear?”

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers

Here’s the LINK

to this weeks Blog Hop!

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

6 Sentence Story and Serious Short Fiction-Flash

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Flash me those hazel eyes.

I’ll show you my wicked greens.

Love me for my soul.

Behind the eyes, flashing warning signs, you will see.

I am as sure of it as a soul whose soul has connected with hazel eyed mystique.

This begins and ends with no more or less than my dreams.

…..

Join in the fun for 6 Sentence Story
Rules of the Blog Hop:
Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.
Use this week’s prompt word: FLASH
Read everyone’s story, comment, share and have fun!

Here’s the LINK

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6 Sentence Story – Novel

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld
close up photo of vintage typewriter
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She pored through her notebooks, one by one, finding memories, ideas, goals, pictures, and more; brushing tears from her cheeks, she took to the typewriter and proceeded to tap out those thoughts she valued the most.

Completing this task was not possible as more and more thoughts came to mind, so she had to decide about what to do.

Neatly, she placed each piece in a folder with the appropriate names and places them in the file cabinet, hoping to one day complete each of these, whatever they were turning into.

Classic to her time, the eras of former ways, she wanted to stay devoted to finishing these pieces of work, but life brought forth so many changes and she did not find the time.

It was 2016 when her eldest grandson opened the file cabinet and discovered all the files his grandmother had so carefully organized, exclaiming that grandma was a novelist, but she never published anything.

As he spent many a late night transcribing his grandmother’s novel ideas, he felt a hand on his shoulder and teardrops stained the pages from which he worked, determined that these would come to fruition, he never gave up.

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Welcome to Six Sentence Stories!

Rules of the Blog Hop:
Write 6 sentences. No more.  No less.
Use this week’s prompt word: NOVEL
Read everyone’s story, comment, share and have fun!

Link HERE!