Flash Fiction

Caspar David Friedrich - "Woman at the Window"

Here is my flash fiction (55 words) inspired by this beautiful painting by Friedrich.

“My Elisa, turn around. I need your eyes to soften for me.” Peter would sail to a land of unknown beauties, both natural and human. Elisa feared that his love would not hold. She ached to think Peter could feel the chains wrapping around her heart when he would call to her from the dock.

Flash Fiction

Gustave Courbet - "Jo, The Beautiful Irish Girl" 1866

A 55 word flash fiction piece inspired by the painting above:

Was she not more than this reflection? His compliments circled her, but his heart sent chills. Discussions of her future hushed when she returned to the kitchen. If only she could push her heels deep into the sod and push away dependance on him, she would breathe again. He talked of America; she craved self.

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Flash Fiction - 55 words

John Singer Sargent - "Venetian Interior"

Here is a Flash Fiction (55 words) inspired by this painting. Thank you for reading!
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“Maria, do they want to strip the breath of creativity away from a woman?” She emptied her thoughts upon a sister who tried to tear through the cold and penalizing judgment of others. Words taunted Giselle continually with potential life. The imposed existence of silence and servitude would incarcerate her more than those asylum walls.

Friday Flash Fiction

Ilja Jefimowitsch Repin - 1883

Here is my Friday Flash Fiction (55 words) inspired by this painting. Thanks for reading!

Carried by the flight of dance, Sonya's mind released the bindings of a patriarchal reprimand: “Keep your place and write no more.” Shaken, she had swept up the ashes of her story fragments. Aunt Anya pulled Sonya from the fire and told her, “Stories are made in your dance. The words will come.”

Fridays Flash Fiction

Victor-Gabriel Gilbert - "Gardening"

Here is my 55 word Friday Flash Fiction inspired by this lovely painting:

Gingerly, she retreated to her blossoms when his bellows crowded out the self she kept close. With delicate attention, Daphne cradled each petal and dreamed of those calm moments soothing the infant that would soon grace their lives. Daphne ached for motherhood to strengthen her resolve to quiet the storms building in their young marriage.

Thank you for reading! It's a great Friday because I have another wonderfully talented photographer joining me for Fridays Poetry at Write With Pictures. Please stop by to see the amazing photographs shared by Margaret over at Art Happens 365 (photography & poetry) and my writing blog, Write With Pictures.

Hope to visit you all today! The kids are home due to another snow day :) Help!!!

Flash Fiction

Arthur Hacker - The Cloister of the Bell

Here's another Flash Fiction (55 words) inspired by a lovely painting.


The audience's hush hungered for the tenor’s embrace of the stage. Hidden in the chorus, Claire felt accelerated by each labored breath as she responded to David's call through song. Shelving a family’s pleas, Claire would follow him through the night. Her life was wrapped around David’s voice.

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Friday Flash Fiction

Place du Palais Royal by Victor Gabriel Gilbert

I decided to use this lovely painting as my inspiration for a Friday Flash Fiction (55 words only). Thanks for reading.

A cold morning pulsed by Celine as fear and regret attempted to drown that memory of before. Feeling the pull of a song within, she escaped to live her art, keeping each breath in line. Celine triumphed with thoughts of stretching up to the sky in dance. Her husband’s tyranny began to loosen its hold.

Flash Fiction Quickfire

James Abbott Whistler - "Caprice in Purple and Gold No. 2 The Golden Screen

Here is my flash fiction (55 words) inspired by this Whistler painting.

Hours poured over two untested lives as the feared reality slowly took hold. Clutching silent Akina with urgency and fire, the painter's heart broke away. “I must follow my Master and become more of what I am.” As the morning broke, a numb Akina abandoned herself to his forgotten paintings, hoping to feel him again.

Thank you for reading :) I guess I'm a romantic through and through. Happy Friday!

Another Flash Fiction Quickfire

"Zorah on the Terrace" by Henri Matisse

So here I go again to see if I can come up with a 55 word flash fiction inspired by this wonderful painting by Henri Matisse.

Reeling memories did not steal away Zorah's serenity. Watching Zorah during her contemplative hour, I realized that I no longer was a journalist chronicling a life. The fragile touch of her hand startled the quiet within me. I could not move away from those humble eyes. I tremble to think of the horror she witnessed.

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A Flash Fiction Quickfire

I decided to put my Kelly spin on the Flash Fiction meme traveling around the blogosphere on Fridays. I thought it would be fun to try out an improv flash fiction (55 words) in response to one of my favorite paintings.

Here is what came to my mind as I thought about The Concert by Marc Chagall.


The universe swayed along with each dream that swam through her unconscious. Nestled in her lover's warmth, the young woman felt how each scattered piece of her gravitated towards an undefined anchor. As calm began to bathe her tattered soul, the woman chose to glide towards love without allowing the darkness of insecurity to overwhelm.

So is that any good? Or should I stick with my poetry quickfires? Be honest with me, my friends. I can take it :) Hmmm, wonder if I'm sounding like a Harlequin romance writer all of a sudden. LOL.