I grew up quickly that spring, not because I wanted too, but because I had no choice. The prairie land demands maturity, crops grow on blood and toil not wishes.
Fair enough.
I sprinkle soil from our land onto the casket before it lowers, and read the verse he always loved. One accident and I turned from a boy to a man, it was that simple.
As the sun drops beneath the distant horizon, so does my soul. In the morning when it rises, so too shall I.
Damn, how I love and hate this land.
Jason
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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Feral
Feral had been watching the little girl intently as the older boy led her into the woods toward the place of scattered bones. Once he had abandoned her near the dragon’s lair, he had been easy enough to dispatch, a satisfying snack in the deep shadows of the afternoon light. Feral would not tolerate those who drew near to his sanctuary. He knew the fear of strangers.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (18)
Somehow you fit an epic tale into a few words magnificent
Another fabulous story telling of yours 👍
This reads like a very personal story. If so, I am sorry for Your lose. The death of a parent also means the death of one's childhood. Such is life. I never had to shift from a boy to becoming a man in an instant. I'm thankful that my transition in life has been more gradual than others. Your writing style is simplistic and multi-layered all at once.
Not a word wasted. Well done
Wow. Nothing is certain in life and things can change in an instant! Excellent entry for the challenge 💖
This is so well done. Excellent writing.
So few words, so much emotion 😁
You packed so much into these few lines. Really well done!!
Such a powerful piece in so few words, well done Jason, this is incredible writing!
Whoaaaa, this was freaking powerful!
Great read. 🥰
Beautifully crafted, so much life just thrown in there. And this line too was just so real “crops grow on blood and toil not wishes.”
"Damn, how I love and hate this land." So much growth and bitterness in one sentence. Well done!
👏Even the title was perfect. I loved the “in the morning when it rises, so too shall I” line!
This is an awesome, complete micro-story - full of detail and mystery that is both satisfying, but leaves me wanting the big picture. Well done! 💕
Fantastic!!! Left a heart ♥ too💕♥️♥️
I am absolutely loving this micro fiction challenge! This is great Jason. The conflict, the emotion, packed in 100 words or less.
Oh that's fabulous. The emotion is as open as the prairies and flows like what fields in the wind. (I'll show myself out now.)