Ramblingsofawriter2016 Poetry Challenge 98

Happiness a swing

Over beautiful landscapes

Free fall in nature

Observing outstanding sights

Is one of my life treasures

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Sunday Photo Fiction 5-20-18

The tour guide held back to take a photo. He would need it for proof of their existence, and willingness to approach and enter the void, and for legal purposes.

Advertised as a life changing experience (indeed, as the guide chuckles to himself) the tour was a popular one, especially with Generation-X. Their ever virulent search for something new, better than they had seen before and unrelenting curiosity, drove them here to the “Venue of Promise”. Apart from their own lives needing to improve, was their hope for a better future for their children with a new and better world.

No one really knew anything about the VoP, but they felt obligated to give it a whirl. Thinking it was only a tour, they arrived by the hundreds. As the tour guide snapped the last photo of the most recent group fading into the lighted path, he could not help but think his leader would be pleased.

Mr.I Know Itall was proud of his OPST – over population solution theory. Of course, he and his tour guides were an exception.

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/sunday-photo-fiction-may-20-2018/

MLMM Photo Challenge 215

I can’t find it anywhere, think I dropped it!

Well that’s just great. Where do you think you lost it?

I don’t know, I don’t know…what if someone finds it there?

Relax, no one will know it’s yours…will they?

Embarrassed, Joe shoved the other glove deep in his pocket.

Will they? It’s just a glove, right?

Well, they were a gift from my mother.

And?

She had my name and number embroidered on the inside in case I lost them.

Oh, my god!

The two villains peered back over the rock wall that separated them from the murder scene. Joe’s bloody glove was sitting right on top of the grate…the grate over the drain where they threw the body.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/05/22/photo-challenge-215/

Is it Better to Have Loved?

The attraction, the blush

The smile, the crush

The kiss, the cling

The hum, the sing

The wonder, the dream

The real, the seemed

The close, the need

The try, the succeed

The when, the where

The here, the there

The then, the now

The why, the how

The hopes, still near

The acts, the fear

The once, the seen

The end of dream

The first, the last

The present, now past

The ignore, the neglect

The affect, the regret.

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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 22 (Rated R)

It was commonly known as the night of nin, but old hands at the game knew what it really was.

Joe looked at Mike who looked at Pete and all three young men looked at Marie. She was dressed in a red slinky dress, and ink hued hair with red pouty lips that caused them to adjust themselves.

Sweat started to bead on their foreheads as they anticipated the evening activities. The boys had attended this annual event since puberty, learning about it in an overheard conversation in the locker room.

The first time they snuck in the back to see what was going on, their hormones started to explode. But this was their third time and they came prepared with foil packeted items and a change of clothes. They had told their parents the age old story still believable today, that they were spending the night with each other.

Almost midnight and as they entered the old house, their eyes adapted to the red lights and smoky atmosphere. There might have been marijuana available, but regular cigarettes were as far as they wanted to go. Each boy wanted to enjoy the whole night without distraction. They learned this after their first visit two years ago. Inside they were excited to see more women like the one they saw out front, all dressed seductively and beautiful in the boys’ eyes. Each boy chose a companion and separate room for the night.

The boys did not realize and failed to listen to the total conversation three years ago, missing an important, life saving component. Each visitor to the establishment for the third time was required to participate in a joint activity with other “third years”.

The next morning, getting ready to leave, the boys were stopped by the guards at the door. “Just a minute, boys, you need to join the Master in the rotunda.”

Tired and ready to go home, they followed the guard. Inside the rotunda an old man waited on a large round shaped couch. The couch was covered in black and the old man was dressed in white. Parts of his body they could see were wrinkled, but his hair was still coal black and his skin a ruddy red. His eyes were piercing and black.

“I see you have enjoyed my establishment for three years. Now it’s time to pay for your pleasure…..and mine”, as he settled back with an evil sneer.

May Writing Prompts

The Secret Keeper – Vacation

Tired of the city, the cement, the pollution stinging my eyes, the constancy of humans, bumping, pushing, ranting on about this or that even if no one was listening, as they intervened into my mind. I wanted to smell newly mown grass, feel the damp blades on my bare feet, lay down and let the scent invade my clothes. I wanted nirvana.

Arrangements had been made a month earlier, the cabin readied for my annual visit, summer flowers on the way, warming water in the icy lake, and time to play like a child with abandon. Leaving all of my ordinary daily surroundings, the reasons for my everyday existence, and the reason I can afford to play at all.

I need no companions in nirvana, only my eyes and ears being open to enjoy this earthly heaven. No need of phones, tablets, or televisions, because I have the sounds of nature to entertain me. If I am lucky, I shall have a few birds and animals to accompany my days and peepers to lull me to sleep at night.

Weekly Writing Challenge #142

TIME TO VOTE for the 2018-2019 One Liner Wednesday Badge!

REBLOG!!
It’s hard to choose, but you must!👍🏻☺️

Linda G. Hill

The time has come! All the entries–all nine of them!–for this year’s One-Liner Wednesday badge contest are in. The designs are fantastic, so make sure you have a look at all of them before you vote. It’s going to be another close race this year.

Please note the descriptions I’ve given them: they’ll be what you vote for on the poll. Here they are, in the order they entered the contest. Just click to visit each one:

Shoreline by Frank Hubeny

Don’t say no by Jim Adams

Bird on a Post by Bethany K

Connection by Wire by J-Dub

Take My Card by John Holton

Giraffes by Myrna

Blue Sky and Clouds by Hip to be Snark

The Waving Girl by Melissa

Peace, Love, and Please by Cheryl

I encourage the contestants and all their supporters to share their choices for best badge far and wide. Get all your friends…

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