Place – Unaware

She was born fierce, never knowing her place whether that be her position, her race, her size, her gender, her skills, or her economic status.  Wherever she was, whoever with, her place was there, in that moment.  She vaporized boundaries on a minute by minute basis, unnerving most everyone she came into contact with. It was only after she had confronted the hoodlums that night, in the darkness of her own yard, that she would sit in wonder at her lack of awareness of the limits of her power, and a shiver ripped through her at what might have happened.

My pick of the week is newcomer Daddybookins.  We found each other on Twitter and he was excited to try his pen at the 100 word challenge, and he immediately set to work with his young son to create a whimsical 100 word poem on Place.  Head over to PeasandBananas to check it out, and remember to give him some extra special blog love.

In other words…

  • The torture of not feeling place…(I,Rodius)
  • If anyone has figured out how to see AuroraLee’s entry, please let me know.
  • Give me the shivers… (Angelgal)
  • “He needs a place…” (Lceel)
  • She’s so not a chicken… (Patsy)
  • The places you don’t want to go… (Laura)

That wraps up last week’s challenge.  For those of you that are new, welcome!  And for those of you lurking, visiting, or serendipitously stumbling your way here, speak up, we’d love to hear what you have to say in 100 words.  (If you need a debriefing on the challenge, go here but ignore the timelines in there.)

Between building a new website, starting a new business, working on a re-design of Velvet Verbosity (I’m so excited), and the general chaos of life, I’ve had no time to read anything this week.  In fact, do you hear that?  That’s the slow silent scream of all my plants drying up.  So this week’s word comes from an oldie but goodie, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach.

Falter

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go water my plants before they stage a coup.

With love,