Category: Bladder cancer

100 Word Wednesday -View

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer


Slightly off

A bit construed

A panorama of 

A city viewed

An image curved

The camera swerved

Reflection observed

A sight preserved

For eternity

Of humanity

Their goals

And molds

Of urban life

Without wildlife.

Is this the dream

Modern intent?

No landscape stream

Only cement

Creation’s rules

Made a fool?

We need to school

To respect this jewel

The natural earth

Respect it’s worth

Give ideas new birth

Seek heaven’s mirth.

Difficult, you muse

To change one’s weathered views

Be vigilant in what you choose

How you live, what you use.

There is an answer

And it is you.

FFFPP – Week 19 – Waiting

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

Leaning against the (getaway) car, he was not getting disheartened. How could he? She loved him and they planned this escape together. It WAS an escape, from parents, school, their being apart. They loved each other despite the discouraging remarks of their parents, their peers. The others could not understand how strong a connection they felt, how much they needed to be together. They tried to prevent this relationship, tried to separate them.  If they could not accept he had to be with her, then this was the only way.

As he anxiously waited, he wondered why, besides his age, that they were so adamant in keeping them apart. Was it the parents’ own relationship, unrequited love, or disappointment in life in general, that made them think we couldn’t achieve what they so badly desired? We were going to try. We had to try.  

He looked up to see her running toward him, her face full of joy and expectation. His eyes filled with tears, revealing a sense of relief. They hugged, a tight, needful embrace, full of hope, signifying a new beginning, and a realization of their young dreams.

https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2017-week-19/

Picture Prompt- 134 – Darkness

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

“Only a few more steps, I can make it, I can.”

The blood was coming faster now, and he was getting weaker. He dragged the leg no matter how much pain it caused, he had to make it inside. The tunnel was only a few feet from him now. They wouldn’t follow him there. Most evil creatures love the darkness, but not his attackers. Small and wiry bits of teeth and fangs, they dart in and bite, then disappear as quickly as they came.

His pant leg was soaking with the blood, but he kept going. Only one more step or two and he would be safe. He sunk down into the hard floor of the tunnel. Darkness clouded his eyes, but he was able to remove his belt for a tourniquet. This would hold only a short time; he hoped she would miss him. He sat in painful expectation of rescue. He couldn’t let desperation take him back into the light. He knew there were more creatures waiting.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/daily-picture-prompt-134/

Dance of Life

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer


He looked deep into her eyes, and she responded by pressing her thigh into him. This was the tango, one of the most sensual dances ever envisioned.  It requires close body contact with your partner, especially the midriff.  Your arms are not as entwined as your legs.  Often described as the most romantic, yet erotic, partner dance.
  
She lingered with her thigh for a moment longer than the music required, sending a not so secret message to her partner. Their relationship was more than a dancing pair for exhibition.  Dance was a long lasting conduit of intimacy.  He responded to her by squeezing her hand and she smiled that knowing smile he was always expecting. Silky, confident movements with the thought of more private moments, was a physical metaphor for their enduring connection. The tango represented to them their amorous partnership, their never ending love of each other in the dance of life.

https://mundusmediaink.com/2017/05/03/wednesdays-visual-writing-prompt-30/

Prompt – 84 – Market

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

On the off chance that some of you don’t know that I’m ancient, here’s proof: a rhyme my mother used to say on the way to grocery shop.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Then there’s the official Mother Goose version:

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/daily-word-prompt-84-market/