The virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heartWhen faced with having her name marredThe virgin played her holy cardWhere some see saint, I see avant-guardThe immaculate icon of the blessed tartThe virgin played her holy cardBut no halo hides a cunning heart This is my contribution to this week’s We’ave Written […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
It had been the one thing she’d ever admitted wanting- besides him. Back when they first got together, before the shadows set in, they’d lain on the hood of his old pickup, watching the stars. That was when she said it for the first time, hiding her crooked smile behind her hand. “A ’55 Bel […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
In a darkened corner of the library, their eyes met over shared paragraphs and whispered secrets. He was a boy with a heart full of poetry, and she was a girl with dreams woven into her smile. They found solace in the pages of books and comfort in each other’s presence. Love blossomed like a […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
Amma hadn’t loved Amir, the older gentleman her father had chosen as her husband. Yet, with her father’s health fragile and Amir’s promise to see to the upbringing of her four much younger sisters, she allowed duty to outweigh desire and made it work. Amir, a man of wealth and quiet demeanor, accepted his new […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
I dream of bonfiresof brittle kindling momentsincandescent youth’sunquenchable thirst for fire Of embers fed by longinghiss-spit of fire startersbattling winter’s frosty breathto no avail I awaken tothe haunt of woodsmoke, acridrepellant, absorbedby the tenuous fibersof life’s frail weave This is my response to the poetry prompt offered this week on Tanka Tuesday. The call was […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
For the past several weeks, on Thursdays, I have been reposting pieces originally written for a now defunct writing prompt called 50 Word Thursdays. The prompt required that we submit our response in 50 word increments- not to exceed 250 words- and that they contained the literary quote provided. I decided to challenge anyone that […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
Theo awoke in darkness, the faint sound of water lapping against stone echoing in the quiet Venetian morning. He turned, expecting to see Ziva, his wife, nestled beside him. Instead, the bed was cold and empty. Panic gripped his chest. Ziva was a sleepwalker. At home, he kept their doors locked, alarms set. Here, in […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
October’s gnarledfingers, petition winter’sgod, for clemency Granny’s weathered hands,woven round her coffee cup,unspools threads of time This is my response to the photo prompt offered this week on SenHai Saturday #22| Thru Violet's Lentz
The champagne was still fizzing when the headlines hit- “Regulators Probe Sudden Crypto Surge.” They sat in the glass-walled penthouse, city lights glittering like the money they’d conjured from code and whispers, laughing too loud, too long. Their phones buzzed with congratulatory texts and encrypted warnings, but every ping sounded like a countdown. They told […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Crispina Kemp Eli crouched beside the web, notebook balanced on his knees, whispering to himself.He sketched furiously, oblivious to the autumn chill. Then- fwump. A moth, large a…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Dale Rogerson Detective Raymond almost tossed the crumpled coffee receipt, but the blue ink bleeding through from the backside stopped him. Flipping it over, he found a note scraw…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo by Simone Lunghi Joleen strolled in at a nickel after the hour with the confidence of someone who was intentionally fashionably late. Truth was, she’d barely made it out of the house. The mor…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Blog 57 La fotografia di Ago Resta Rusty caught the light outside a cafe he had seen many times but never entered. Somehow it looked different tonight. No wonder, he said to himse…| Thru Violet's Lentz
The Liminal Cafe is situated at the border between all you have ever known- and all that is yet to come. And yet, this is where she found herself- in this crowded cafe somewhere in between here and…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash every so often I allow myself to wanderinto a place deep inside of me,and though it is not a particularly pleasant place,(in fact, it is downright inhospitable…| Thru Violet's Lentz
