Two tales: Solitude

Every Friday, writers from around the globe join to write tiny tales in response to a photo prompt posted on Rochelle’s blog.

You can find our stories below. The tales written by other writers who’ve taken part this week can be found by clicking the blue frog below.

Our earlier stories can be found here and on our old blog.

Image credit: E L Appleby

Image credit: E L Appleby

Joanna’s story ~

I don’t know what I am. Never a solitary moment to taste the silence, find its flavour.

Wife, mother, daughter, friend, colleague. So many roles, so many faces. A whirlpool of colours, textures, feelings, attitudes. Biting my tongue, hiding my true feelings. Shielding my expressions, yielding to someone else.

Rule-maker, rule-breaker. Responsible and reckless. Which am I? Are they all me?

Where is my own voice? Where is my own soul in all of this noise?

I will write. My words will be alchemy. I will learn what is me, what is in my soul.

I will set myself free.

[100 words]

Ron’s story ~

Deep in the middle of Cornwall, on the edge of the dark, forbidding Bodmin Moor lives an old woman. Her cottage sits, hidden, at the end of a muddy lane that no one but she ever uses. The locals know better than to disturb her.

Day after day she toils at her craft. She wanders her collecting points salvaging all the material she needs for her horrific creations. All night the noises can be heard emanating from the smoking chimney. The hideous clicks and gurglings as tea is consumed and knitting needles make more knitted monsters for her charity stall . . .

[100 words]

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25 responses to “Two tales: Solitude

  1. Welcome back!! I was wondering just the other day where you were. Loved both the stories, although they are wildly diverse.

    janet

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  2. I don’t know about her other creations, but this one is more cute than horrific.

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  3. Dear Joanna and Ron,

    Both stories were intriguing. I think I related more to the first as writer using words to set herself free.
    it’s good to see you here.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. You two are amazing!

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  5. Wow! You guys are awesome. What a prompt! Jo, I love your lyrical approach. Ron… you got me freaked out. Rock on!

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  6. I loved both of these stories. The first will strike a note for anyone who works, has a family and never seems to have enough time for themselves!
    The second made me laugh out loud – the idea of a little old lady knitting monsters late into the night 🙂 Incidentally, our resident little old lady (my mother in law) regards Girellie (the cuddly in the picture) as some kind of freak – she can’t stand it, so she’d be no good at knitting monsters!

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    • I’m so glad you liked them, EL! Your photo was inspirational. I could see so many muddled identities in Girellie 🙂 As for Ron’s story, heaven knows where he gets his ideas. I enjoyed it, too.

      Thanks for visiting, and for sharing Girellie with the Fictioneers. 🙂

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  7. I like the inspiration you found from this prompt.

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  8. Both stories are interesting, the second with a surprising twist. Thanks!

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  9. Great stories! Such different feeling between the two. I love them both.

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  10. I enjoyed both of these. Really like Joanna’s translation of the prompt into, ‘So many roles, so many faces,’ and I’m still laughing a Ron’s knitted monsters. If only there was a photo of those.

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  11. Ha, two wonderful offerings.. love those knitted monsters..and Johanna’s story on a more symbolic level. Perfect 🙂

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