Writober 2025: Day One Breath>Response Post 🔗Links in the Table of Contents are Jump links to my responses to each of the challenges 🐦⬛This is original work created by Maria L. Berg and this post counts as copyright. All rights reserved. 🎃OctPoWriMo 🦇Writober Flash Fiction 👻Halloween Photography Challenge Today’s Theme: Breath OctPoWriMo Take a BreathContinue reading “Staying With the Breath”
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The Writober Finale
These are my responses to the final Writober prompt post Fear of Death. OctPoWriMo Living With Fear of Death Color of the distant object deceivesThe slice of cloud dismembered from the skybecomes filthy while falling and floating byThe dead end road ends abruptlyI can’t taste the poison but it’s thereI will never hear his voiceContinue reading “The Writober Finale”
Cruel Acts
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Acts of God. OctPoWriMo When They Blame God I can’t imagine how peopleblamed the city, everyone inthe city for being hit by a hurricane, but they did.So many said we deserved itfor our beliefs and our actions.Some said that God was punishing usbut aren’tContinue reading “Cruel Acts”
Predator Attack
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Predators. OctPoWriMo Predation I am the field mouse runningthrough the tall grass underthe sliver moon’s pencil lightEach push or pull changingpressure above me is a hungry winged monsterI zig-zag. I serpentine.So many eyes like search-lightscriss-cross this prairieHere it comes, the swoopI’m frozen, overwhelmedby smellsContinue reading “Predator Attack”
The Path to Extinction
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Extinction. OctPoWriMo The Doomsday Clock at Midnight We are starlightOnce seen, we are already dying We are leavesmost colorful when falling We are echoeswhen heard, long since said Writober Flash Fiction The Power of Words Melinda curled into her knees, shivering on the floorContinue reading “The Path to Extinction”
Losing Sense
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of a Sense. OctPoWriMo Fear of Losing My Senses If I couldn’t hear his purrsmorning cuddles would be likemushy-mashed-peas-with-body- odor after three days If I couldn’t feel his soft furmorning cuddles would be likecar-horns-blaring-bitter-neon-green motor-oil If I couldn’t see his green eyes andContinue reading “Losing Sense”
Parasitic Clarity
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Parasites. OctPoWriMo I started a poem that grew with each line like a parasitic tapeworm, but I like the Clarity Pyramid form so much, I wrote one of those to share instead. FEARof allparasites tiniest monstersslip into our systemsfeeding on us to our demiseContinue reading “Parasitic Clarity”
Embarrassment Happens
These are my responses to the Writober Day 2 prompts in Sounds of Words: Stress and Duration. OctPoWriMo I’m a little embarrassed that I didn’t present metric feet as clearly as I could this morning. While putting my words in my Excel Spreadsheet, I realized that I told you to count syllables in a line andContinue reading “Embarrassment Happens”
Haunted by Ego Death
OctPoWriMo Today’s Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem about Harvest or Haunting, or a Haunted Harvest. Let’s see if I can fit that in with the prompt from the first day of Writober post Letters: Symbols of Sound. Four of the ten words in my word list started with “s,”Continue reading “Haunted by Ego Death”
#WriterinMotion: The Second Draft
The Bear’s Breeches Smell Slightly Sweet As They Rot I never saw a man’s face change so fast. He stepped through the door, blocking our view, still laughing with his son. Then he saw me. “You,” he said, then door. “Who is it, Daddy?” from inside. “That rude trespasser from the other day.” Josette scowled upContinue reading “#WriterinMotion: The Second Draft”
Experience Writing 