100 Word Challenge: Your name here


Image result for heather flower

Heather is a popular English and Scottish given name for girls. It simply meansheather” from the English word for the variety of small shrubs with pink or white flowers which commonly grow in rocky areas. Heath can be used as a male given name.

I didn’t always like my name.

It was as English as English could be in a town that was primarily Afrikaans. It made me feel like I would never be part of the crowd. If the curly hair didn’t separate me, then my name surely did.

I only realized as an adult that Heather is a good name. It’s a great name. This guy (and no I’m not advocating that you base your feelings of self-worth on what some guy has to say about you) said that he loved that name. He would name his daughter it if he could one day. To him it was beautiful. It felt like finally something about me was pretty. Than another person said it to me. And another.

I had to learn to like my name. Like I had to learn to love my curly hair and the fact that I’m really short. It wasn’t easy, but now I cherish every one of those things that makes me Heather.

My mother told me that they had picked out Heather because they liked it. I know not everyone can say this, but I know my parents gave me a name that they think is beautiful! They really thought about it.

In a way that makes me think that it’s a lovely part of me then. Something to treasure. The English part and the Afrikaans.


The wind swept through the field, pushing aside the heather that wildly grew in patches of delicate pinks and purples. Rivers of yellow and green ran through the shrubs like veins. She walked along the path toward the edge of the cliff where the sea stretched out before her. Never ending azure against the light blue.

Here she had convinced herself that she would never stay. She promised herself to never grow roots.

She turned her head to look back at the sleepy town nestled between the rolling hills.

Her home.

How could she leave now when her namesake was in bloom?

(102 words)

This might just be my idealized version of Scotland and places where heather grows. Sorry if it’s not right at all.

The permanent cycle

100 Word Challenge

Prompt: Recluse


The permanent cycle

Flower kept to herself. People were draining, and often she found that her interests never sparked much from friends or family.

It was easier that way.

She did what she liked. She worked from home, tucked away in safety and comfort.

It was good.

It was lonely.

Flower would push down the feeling to reach out to another being. Sometimes she was successful. Otherwise she would force on some mascara and a bra, and go down to town only to return exhausted.

Like the eternal crashing of waves on the rocks below her home.

This was her life.

It was her cycle.


The caves


100 Word Challenge badge2


Using “letter” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied.

The caves

The caves were cleared out but gave no more comfort than before. Echoes of water drops had started to feel like nails hitting the side of Mila’s head.

She started her letter: There weren’t as many creatures as predicted.

The roof groaned, sending slivers of dust and small rocks down onto her. She cleaned off the paper with a shaky hand, smudging her sentences.

Not enough usable space to start a garden for the colony.

The water stopped.

Mila heard the unmistakable scream of Danica.

She held her breath.

From out of the darkness, spiders tickled out like a river.

I don’t believe this is my best, but I’ve been looking forward to this challenge all week. After staying away from sugar all week because of a cold, I had some mango juice and a cookie. I think the headache is trying to tell me that it was not appreciated.

Guard your heart

100 Word Challenge: Emotion


Using “emotion” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied.

Guard your heart

There’s no emotion we ought to think harder about than anger – Martha C Nussbaum

Guarding your heart against anger is often more difficult than imagined. A friend’s word that stung, the nip of an unkind gesture, the throb of someone disappearing from your life. They all leave a gash. You ignore it, until anger has slowly crept in to blacken the hurt.

You distance yourself from others, vinegar your words, your heart clouds until you are a shell.

Forgiveness is never a feeling, but a choice.

One you must make until the anger leaves you and with it lifts the hurt it so longed to fester in.

Everything you do flows from the heart.

Proverbs 4:23 – Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.

My mother and I have often talked about forgiveness. I do believe fervently that it is a choice; it’s not something that you suddenly feel. Always a difficult one, but one you must ultimately make if you want to be free. I hope I wasn’t too preachy.

The last thirteen

100 Word challenge for grown ups – Week#158


Prompt: … the 13…



The last thirteen

The last thirteen of general Philip’s army were at last spotted spotted returning to the Keep early one New Spring morning.

Rosaline ran across the pebbled marketplace. It filled with more and more eager wives and mothers each passing moment.

All waited to see who would be reunited. Rosaline pushed herself to the front of the silent crowd. It was a miserable, cold day with grey skies.

The Keep’s heavy doors were pushed open. General Philip led the remaining few in.

She reached out her hand to him, silently asking for her son.

They left her standing alone with his helmet.


Strange dreams

100 word challenge for grown ups- week #157


prompt: …at last we were free…

100 WCGU



Strange dreams

At last we were free.

The icemen hunted us for over three days; keeping us from sleep. We almost froze to death.

The scientist women was not at the rendezvous point and I think the ice beasts might have taken her. Why she had to come out here to this frozen hellhole is beyond us all.

Some of the men were complaining of strange dreams.

I’ve also started dreaming of a statuesque king with burning, sad eyes. Northern lights always dance behind him.

Sometimes, I hear him calling; he wants us to find him.

I don’t know what to think anymore. We need to leave.



Part of : Found

Follows post : Changes

Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected 

Don’t you dare

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#156


The weather isn’t behaving as it should…


Don’t you dare

“We need to get to that house.” Mark hurried inside the abandoned house, followed by little sister, Becca, and Rich.

The wind picked up. It whirled and moaned around them. They huddle in the forgotten bathtub.


“Where is everyone?”

Becca’s arms wobbled as she tried to push herself up. She found the front door of the house open.

“Don’t you dare say it,” Mark huffed.

Becca stepped outside. Empty field had been replaced with ruby-red wheat. In the distance there was the gleam of a golden palace. Before them an emerald road. “Where are we?”

Rich stifled a laugh. “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”


My funny little take on The Wizard of Oz. I couldn’t help myself. When I saw the picture it was all I could imagine.

It’s not Oz. It’s… Noz.

Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected 

Missing heir

100 word challenge for grown ups #155


100 WCGU

…as time passes…


Missing heir

“It will be less likely to find her as time passes.”

“Your majesty, we can still find her.”

The king slammed his fists against the table sending food and crystal flying. The queen still in grief-stricken stupor was quickly tended to.

He roared.

Then his breathing hitched and he hung his head. “Maybe if you send more men.” The king was broken.

The warden shuffled. “The men have been exhausted looking for her. I will lose them to frost-”

The king’s shoulders begun to shake.

Silence settled and hung like a heavy cloak around them.

His new born daughter, his light was gone.


I went a little over with 102 words and I made myself a little sad with this.

Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected 

The dancing wind

100 word challenge for grown ups Week #149


Prompt: April



The dancing wind

Cold wind blows her hair in whimsical directions, fluttering them softly across her face. The dance soon ends and she is left to wait for the embrace of the element again.

April always marks the days when cold will come again. She looks up at the trees of golden hues, jealous that the wind now dances with the changing leaves until one by one they fall to the ground.

They are blown up into the air again, but is is useless. They will only make a soft rustle now, never to dance again.

“Why won’t you take me away?” she cries out.

It does not hear. It only changes.

Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected 

The day out


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups



The day out


“What’s on that island?”

He turned his head to peer over his shoulder. “We shouldn’t go there,” he answered, quickly.

She crossed her arms. The dog barked at a seagull that swooped down near to them. They were all quiet after, with only the still lapping of water against the deck. He turned his body. His eyes darted between the almost golden glow of the island and his young daughter. He sighed and pushed himself up from the railing.


“I met your mother on that island.”

She held her breath when she got excited.

“And that’s where she died…”