What’s That Sound?

The abandoned steam engine had sat idle for so long the tumbleweeds, briars, and yellow birch saplings had almost covered it. The old number sixteen still bared its number proudly–but how had the number escaped being overgrown?

A sound, light scratching from inside the once-proud locomotive. Then there was something that almost sounded like a whisper. I peeked inside. It was vacant. There was no wind to cause the weeds to scratch. What was going on?

This is a prompt from


She is doing a mini-series on the five senses. The first one is hearing. Go to her blog and read the other responses. You’ll be glad you did.



The Agony and the Ecstasy

The story’s in my head

I know my protagonist

With all of his foibles and struggles,

But, oh, the agony of getting it all written down,

His history so rich, details must be doled,

How much in the beginning,

How much backstory to withhold?

I’ll get it right; I know I will

Someday, if I don’t die before,

It will all make sense; I’ll get it out,

And the ecstasy will be

When reading the book

The reader comes to the end,

And proclaims, “It was great!”