Daily Challenge: Larks Fell Silent

Horned Lark Photo

Horned Lark Photo: © Gerrit Vyn

Carrie skipped through the woods. She thrilled at being where she wasn’t supposed to go, and didn’t understand why her parents forbade her from exploring. She was a big girl. Her tenth birthday was next month and she was very mature for her age. All her teachers said so.

Her parents were just being old.

It wasn’t like she could get lost. All she had to do was follow the chirps of the Horned Larks that nested near the edge of the forest, and she was the only one in her grade who knew what they sounded like.

The sun set and the wind began to bite. Carrie turned around listening for the songs to guide her home.

But the larks fell silent…and the wolves started to howl.

 

I came across this challenge thanks to Al at A Mixed Bag. Hosted by Jeremy Farmer aka Boi Poet (great first name, by the way) over at Jeremy’s Daily Challenge, the idea is to take lines of poetry and either create a piece of flash fiction or poem incorporating one of the lines provide.

The choices today are:

  • but the larks fell silent – Red Rover by Connie Wanek
  • And what became of all those other boys – Erasers by Mary Jo Slater
  • spellbound by our own imperfect lives – Riveted by Robyn Sarah

If one of these lines inspires something, head on over and link up in the comments.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

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9 thoughts on “Daily Challenge: Larks Fell Silent

  1. Ooooh … I like 🙂

  2. Such a chilling ending. Love it!

  3. J,
    You’re quite the writer, friend. You packed a lot of punch in so few words, and I appreciate the ornithology thrown in there to set the mood. Childhood wonder and naivete. Poor girl.
    I’m featuring this on my Twitter and WordPress segment #6IncredibleBlogsBeforeBreakfast. Thanks for a great read, and I hope I can bring you a few more.
    CF

  4. Excellent story, thank you for joining the challenge and look forward to camping out on your blog for a read

  5. I love when the wolves start to howl. I simultaneously get a shiver running up my spine and a bit of a thrill of excitement. Ah, the call of the wild. The untamed. The danger. The adventure!

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