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It was a birthday present since she was born in February. A gift for the soon to be princess of Thelandoffantasy. It was a village in a far off country known only to the folk of large imaginations. It always had beautiful moonlit nights, sun filled days and rainbows appeared with no rain.

Fantastic creatures were seen such as unicorns, fairies, and even a centaur or three. Everyone consumed whatever they chose in food or drink and remained as beautiful as their sixteenth year.

On this day the prince of the land, because there were no nasty kings, was to be wed to the lovely beauty named Snowbellecindy, daughter of the next village, Foreverfantasydreamtown.

The teardrop necklace was chosen not only for her birth month but matched the color of her eyes, and was named the Amethyst Tears.

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August Writing Prompts

She pours her heart out to the bartender who pours her a double shot while watching her as a tear pours onto the old wooden bar.

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She hinted

He liked hints

It didn’t take much

Two lonely people

Surrounded yet alone

He took the hint

Her feelings stirred at the thought

She wanted him to be there for her

Now it was her turn to be there for him

Unspoken feelings

Taking the hint

A smile

A touch

The puzzle complete

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The original

Paloma, dove expressing

The concept of peace

We need imagination

To realize the promise

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It was her first day of high school. Her long strawberry blonde hair pulled back from her face in braids and a blue shirt with jeans. The medium blue of the shirt drew attention to her large beautiful blue eyes.

It was a country school, no fashion statements were made by the students. It was a “wear jeans for everything” type of small town and still is to this day. She was a shy girl, a soccer and basketball athlete, well rounded by a library of pored over, well read books, and skilled in sewing and quilting as well.

Being shy did not masque her confidence however, and she could stand her ground with the best of them. The fact she grew up on a ranch with tending and caring for animals and a loving large family only rounded out her personality.

She entered the first classroom with strength given to her by this atmosphere.

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 37 [Creative Writing Prompt]

I see you there

A crash landing perhaps

From an unwieldy patron of the saints

What was your crime

Sheltering a protestor of the faith

Did you feel their pain

It was never your mission

I know you’re tired

All are tired these days

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The nonagerian stared at the bright yellow tarpaulin. It stood out like a sore thumb. The garden was meant to blend into the neighborhood. The very idea of it being close to retirement housing was disliked by its occupants.

If garden paraphernalia didn’t stand out from the natural environment, it was somewhat tolerated, and community gardens were for the disadvantaged. But having them close to her pristine abode made her nervous as to their comings and goings while not working in the garden.

The audacity of the yellow tent was absolutely shocking! She closed the shades with a thump.

August 2: Flash Fiction Challenge

The screenwriter’s career, no longer revitalized by ancient hero stories since most movie age patrons preferred to sit at home with video games portraying those characters themselves. The opinion of misguided critics were the last straw down the road to scatter unflattering opinions of his life’s work. Atemporal films were not much in demand, and even though he was also well rounded in the fantasy genre, his knowledge of science fiction was no longer relevant.

He felt like a lopsided locomotive, trying to stay on the tracks to success, but always leaning to the dangerous death of failure.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/06/wordle-206/

Late again….outside activities result in my posts being fewer this week. Think of it as a needed vacation from my scribbles.

The choice is one that’s so sad it is hard for me to watch, but I did, this week: “Braveheart”. Since the ancestry site is researched by my sister, I am ashamed to say we are related to the most evil king Longshanks. Forgive me.

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One lonely lantern sat on the porch

Sitting quiet after a long night

His candle was melted

The dawn of the sun didn’t need him but last night he was brave

That was his job, being the watcher on the porch

A light for saying no evil darkness may threaten here

Monsters beware, wildlings scatter

This is my home, only the true and good may enter.

Later in the day as thunder and dark clouds interrupt the sunlight he will be asked to serve again with a newly made candle standing upright and lighted.

The child within will feel no fear as her protector shines bright.

August Writing Prompts