Select fertile seeds
Handwritten labels in ink
Each mound a promise
Summer sun and evening rains
Complete in autumn harvest
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 101, “Plan & Finish,” #SynonymsOnly
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100 Word Wednesday #88I
Marie walked by here often, hoping no one noticed her. Just an old woman perusing the sale of books. She wore no makeup, piled her hair in a bun and wore a large hat, and glasses, to disguise herself. She never wanted anyone to know what she was doing. Buying books was expensive and being an avid reader, she often passed by unnoticed here on the street.
Marie’s large empty bag was much heavier when she left. No one ever suspected she was the culprit who absconded with books each week. Arriving home once again, Marie settled in to read.
Wordless Wednesday
3TC 9-12-18
“Let’s order pizza” he said with hope
“Get a delivery? I’m no dope.
Toppings are dry, and the crust is soggy
Isn’t fit to feed the doggy
Before you decide on a takeaway lunch
Check your cash, do you have a bunch?”
His son looked into his wallet bare
“Well? See any money there?”
Shaking his head he said sadly,
“No dad, but I’d like it, badly”.
“Since both of us have no dough
Throw in another baked potato”.
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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/12/three-things-challenge/
Opinion | The Real Lesson of Sept. 11 – The New York Times
I went to war to avenge my brother’s death. But the only person I truly wanted to kill died 17 years ago.
— Read on www.nytimes.com/2018/09/10/opinion/911-lessons-veteran.html
I think this is worth your time to read.
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 12
Sneaky and Cheeky
Two boys of ill fate
Decided to wander
Through an old locked gate
Not heeding the sign
“NO SOULS WITHIN!!”
Ignored it’s advice
And walked right in.
Now Sneaky was always up for a dare
And Cheeky’s mischief was beyond compare
As soon as they passed the warning sign
A sudden realization of their being inside “time”
They saw their lives fly by in days
Saw all their actions and horrid ways
Displayed in front of them like a book
They didn’t want to, but
forced to look
They couldn’t remember being so bad
Or the terrible lives they had
They turned to see the gate locked once more
How to escape as they ran ‘cross the floor
Black bony hands grabbed onto their cuffs
Yelling in unison, the boys cried “enough!”
It was then that Sneaky and Cheeky awoke
Changed their ways, of the dream never spoke
Now they’re good boys, kind and true
Perhaps this might be a warning to you?
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 11
He had gizmos a plenty
Needing nothing or any
People or friends
Thought he’d be fine till life ends
That’s what he thought as he played with the dials
That’s what he thought till he noticed her smile
All of a sudden things mattered not
Finally he knew of what others’ talked
Seeing her smile, knew he was caught
Turned off his keyboards, his cords and his screens
Went to the girl, found out what life means.
The Secret Keeper #158
James was searching the hut again. It had to be here. They couldn’t survive without the magic of the Isinglass. Since his early age of two hundred years, the magic had kept them safe, even from the worst dangers of the land. James had to find it before his sister arrived. It was the only talisman that would protect them both from the evil Slithers.
Slithers were the snakelike beings that stayed in their tunnels until the Eve of Autumn. On this date every year, they would search the land looking for food in the form of the elfin tribe, to whom James and his sister belonged.
It had been this way since time began, thankfully only one night every twelve moons. The Elfins were prepared by each sharpening their Isinglass spears. These spears would vanish a slither back to their tunnel with one swift cut. The years since the Isinglass talisman was discovered, the slither population decreased. Future elfin tribes would not have this threat.
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http://secretkeeper.net/2018/09/10/weekly-writing-prompt-158/
Word of the Day: Hero
Not a soul on the street. How could she return home with it following her? Hoping to see a walker, a jogger, a mailman, she was desperate for a human being. They didn’t need to be a hero, just a person who could see what she sees behind her. Not realizing the rain was keeping people inside, she kept searching.
Her vision wasn’t clear out of the breath frosted glass. She started muttering to herself about the fan in this car, never working when you needed it. The defrost didn’t work without it. Her eyes swept the neighborhood again, searching for anyone that could confirm what she saw. Monique’s head was bleeding but went unnoticed.
Earlier, Monique had gotten into her car quickly. She hated driving in the rain, but this was a necessary trip for milk and bread. Shopping was her least favorite chore and then only for staples. She was hurriedly placing the bags in her car when something caught her eye. At first she thought it was just the rain, a trick of her vision. It might even have been her imagination since she was rarely out in public, fearing strangers. She practically threw the groceries into the passenger seat and tried to jump in her car causing a bruise from the car door frame.
Sitting in the car she fumbled for the car keys. She locked the doors with the auto lock. “Thank god that works”, she thought. As more fear consumed her, her fingers nervously attempted to put the keys in the ignition. Finally she heard the motor turn over and she felt more at ease. Daring to look in her rear view mirror, she saw it again. Glancing into the side mirror, she saw nothing. “So it’s behind me, well, I’ll show him” and she shoved the gear into reverse, hoping whatever it was would get away from the car.
Not realizing there was a pole behind her for the shopping cart bevy, she ran full force into it and the action jerked her forehead into the steering wheel. “My god, what have I done?” Panic seemed to engulf her, she was now completely frightened but afraid to look behind or around the car. She pushed the gear knob into first gear and slammed her foot on the gas pedal. No matter what or who was in the way, she was getting out of there. She swerved into the street and by the time she found her own neighborhood again, she eased her grip off the steering wheel.
She dared to look in the rear view mirror again and her fear renewed. It was still there, something she couldn’t make out clearly. “It’s following me”, she spoke into the air. Her panic and excited breathing made the windows fog up quickly and the vision she saw blurred. She wiped the moisture from a part of the windshield, trying to see. Scanning the streets of her neighborhood, not realizing most people wouldn’t be out here in the rain. Fear was gaining control. If she stayed in the car, would it get her? How could she get home to be safe? How could she get out of the car? Finding no one, not seeing the vision behind because of the frosted rear window, she went into her driveway.
She slowly opened her door. She was about to step out when she fell.
That evening, a neighbor glanced out his window and saw Monique by her car. He called 911 and they found her dead by her car. Was this an accident from her two head injuries or the work of a demon Monique saw in the parking lot?
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 10
She wrote her heart
Bared her soul
He scratched it out
And she paid the toll
On the blue pencil boulevard.
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