Do you have any fruit trees in your garden? I live in an apartment complex, no garden.
If not, do you have any trees at all? Nope.
Have you ever made your own beer or wine? When I was a child my grandpa made root beer and my mom made grape juice.
Which is your preference: fruit pie (tart), lemon meringue, key lime pie, other. Lemon meringue always a favorite but plain rhubarb, no strawberries added is my all time best!
Gratitude: I am grateful that two of my granddaughters are camp counselors for children these past weeks. My little great grandson is making me laugh with his funny expressions!
Joey gave a slight hop as he made his way to school. This was the day he could prove himself. Joey had been practicing all weekend for the “Hoop” tryouts on Monday. It was Joey’s hope he could make the basketball team today.
Joe stepped out and declared, “look at that sun! There’s not a cloud in the sky! You simply cannot beat this kind of day!” Joe’s words were to die in a hush as the sky darkened and the mythical god Zeus rose up from the seashore and opened part of the sandy beach. Joe and his family waited dumbfounded to see what would happen next.
“You will be allowed access to this beautiful sand but be careful. I will not be content with any destruction. Suddenly Poseidon appeared next to Zeus.
“I stand by and agree. If you choose to destroy our beaches, you will wish you had not!” With this declaration Poseidon reared up and dove back into the ocean, completely drenching Joe and his family.
“He gets a little frustrated with the way humans are trashing the beaches and sea water, but we both feel the same.” The god disappeared in the surf and Joe wondered if anyone would believe his story, if he told it.
Barbie and friends were eating lunch at their table in the school cafeteria when a new girl thought to join them. Barbie said, “This table is for us, and you won’t fit in!”
The girl frowned and said “oh, I didn’t realize this school was segregated. And I don’t care for your tone.”
angels speak dead languages, communication is difficult
countless snow angels in the park
the angel bent low and whispered, “grow, grow”
an angel? or an illiterate man?
don’t speak to me of angels
distorted sounds of angels playing in the garden
softly, gently touched down on the porch roof
your angel may tuck you in, but the devil leaves the porch light on
an angel who lies
angels have no memory, no remorse
angel on the bridge
I know I’m no angel
an angel with a sweet tooth
demon to some, angel to others
a griffin? or an angel?
philosophy will clip an angel’s wings
an angel in disguise
In heaven, an angel is nobody in particular
their parents think they are angels
angels write, but devils must print
even angels can be tempted
catching fallen angels
angel of mercy
angels can fly because they take themselves lightly
I am your angel
where angels are nothing more than whispers
she thought I wasn’t looking, I saw her wings
sent from above – obsessed with designer clothes
leather jackets hide her wings…
just another angel goin’ south for the winter
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I decided to do the first prompts, I’m sad to think you are leaving this great site. I am trying a continuing story for the first time.
a muse? or an angel
an angel? or a witch?
shake the dust off my wings
an angel with ulterior motives
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Sitting with myself for too long, I reached for a book I haven’t read and picked out a few phrases. Could they be a muse or an angel come to help me sort my mind? An angel or a witch, either of my personalities could be inspiring. I decided to shake the dust off my wings, and become an angel with ulterior motives…because the devil in me will never be denied.
The class sat stunned as the head chef clamped his hand around the potato masher. “You call this mashed? Supposed to be creamy? Look at this clump!” He shook his head and dismissed the surprised students. “Potatoes 101 is cancelled!”
Deciding on baby names when their infant was still small enough to be in a nest cradle, seemed to cause a battle between the parents. The sweet illusion of mom and dad choosing a name stirred a flash of secreted tensions. On the fringe of a heated argument, which shown a glimpse of future troubles, the parents decided to shed their incensed scales, and churn their outer skins into a milder vision. They decided even dragon parents should show reassuring actions in the presence of their offspring.
A green lagoon but dampness caused Jill’s throat to choke up. Why bring me here, she thought, but walked obediently behind Arthur who was stepping carefully in the shallow water. Arthur was thinking, a perfect place for an “accident”, as he searched for the deadly banded sea krait.
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