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The man who talked to walls was suffering from sleep deprivation. He desperately needed a night without dreams. Ever since the day the stars burned, he had been troubled by nightmares. Even though they were sometimes hideous in nature, he felt somehow guilty about them. Each evening as he tried to sleep, a disquieting haze fell over his bedroom and revenant visions of his wife appeared.

He decided to consult the fairy queen to see if she had any suggestions. Of course she obliged and said, “I have just the thing!”

In the morning he was walking in the garden, mulling over his problem, having had another vision of his dead wife the night before. Suddenly the fairy queen appeared behind the mulberry bush. ” I have it! The answer to your dilemma.” She pointed to a vision in blue, a girl called gift.

The man was instantly taken with the vision and the girl was beautiful. The fairy queen whipped out her magic wand and zap! The two were in love. The man’s nightmare visions disappeared and they lived happily ever after.

You would hope for that ending, wouldn’t you? Not so fast!

When the man awoke next to the gifted girl, she had changed. She was a living embodiment of his wife. He raced out to the garden and sought the fairy queen again.

“What’s wrong?” she asked the man. “Haven’t you ever heard “everything old is new again”?

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/sunday-writing-prompt-239-its-all-in-the-title/

Destiny’s love cannot be denied

This couple proves the saying

Immortalized here safe from the tide

It’s true love they are obeying

Were told that outside the sea

They would die and never last

Of this warning, took no heed

You can see, they’re forever cast

Love proved the stronger need.

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/sunday-photo-fiction-january-28th-2018/

When reading my posts, you probably get an inkling of what goes on in my mixed up brain. Prompt words and pictures will trigger something in that vast unknown, and I fumble around trying to get it across to you. I thank all of you so much for reading and of course I love the comments, as all of us here writing our guts out, do. My, that was a pretty picture! See what I mean? It’s my mind, it controls the fingers, and splat! There it is.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/inkling/

I love this Prompt because I’ve dreamed of, experienced, and still have knights in my life. I grew up reading all kinds of books about knights, heroes, knights of the round table, everyday heroes that were knights in disguise and even today, I know a few.

One of the fun things about being a girl, or a lady, in a fantasy, is that you can always be the princess or the queen that wants or needs to be rescued by a knight on a white steed. Even though most women can take care of themselves easily in today’s world, I believe the dream/fantasy is still true for a lot of us.

When I was a girl, the picture above was my dream. Playing all the characters in these books, my sister and I were either the villain or the hero, we didn’t seem to be interested in the in between, ordinary men. Cowboys and Indians? Probably the knight came across like this:

As an adult, those fantasies have come and gone of course, but every now and then I spot one, the secret identity may be hidden, but a knight. I have a few right here in my family, keeping me safe and well. Maybe I’m a princess in real life, my own hidden identity? Why else would I deserve these men in my life?

The picture below represents a man I know who I call my knight, he’s just a bit tarnished, but aren’t we all?

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – January 28th, 2018

It was only a small box of fruit. It was harmless, but had to be kept secret. She could smell it, the aroma, the deliciousness, even through the heavy closed curtains. She hoped she was the only one.

The disease cost so many lives, including their parents, but she and her brother had survived. The poor who could not afford the precious life saving fruit, were dying at an alarming rate.

She closed the curtains tighter.

75 words – delicious

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/01/27/weekend-writing-prompt-39-random-2/

I don’t think he realized just how crowded it was. He plopped himself down in the seat next to me and as the bus jostled this way and that, his bulk seemed to expand onto my own seat. I don’t like to waste money on cabs, so take the bus as often as I can. If only I’d known he was going to choose the empty seat beside me I would have remained upright, hanging onto the ceiling straps! It seemed a ridiculous idea at first thought, to invest in a cab ride, but now I wish I had.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/01/27/saturday-mix-same-same-but-different-27-january-2018/

How dare you disturb me! I know this is technically YOUR space. . .but don’t you realize I’m writing my memoirs? It takes time, since I’ve already had eight lives.

Oh, so I’m using your pen? Is that it? Well it’s a ballpoint, and easier than a pencil.

Coffee ? Well it really doesn’t have enough cream, you know I prefer it that way, but I was so into the memories, I didn’t want to take the time. . .anyway, what’s your problem?

What? You can help? I can just tell you and you’ll write it for me? That’s a great idea!

He settles himself on the blanketed sofa, she sits at the desk. He leans back with his feet crossed and his paws on his chest.

I was originally born in 1970. . .

Time To Write: Picture Prompt 13 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Using a handicapped space may seem suitable

You’re in a hurry, that’s imputable

Capable persons, it’s indisputable

Your use of these spaces is refutable

While my ability is computable

Your carelessness is incommutable

Your behavior probably immutable

I find it quite inscrutable.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/inscrutable/

I see the glowing footprints, he’d surely been here. Should I venture further down this path? I’m surprised he’s out in the sunlight. I see the twisted tree trunks, I wonder if he’s hiding underneath. The cave on the left could have been his nighttime hideaway.

Stepping through the tree branches ahead, I feel his presence. There’s not much time. I have to find him before he infects the others. I’m getting weaker. I don’t know if I can make it. I have to find him!

He jumps out of the sprawling roots, grabs her and carries her to the cave. She looks at him in a pleading manner. He is weakened, but knows what he should do. He tries to comfort her as the sickness takes over. They fall into a never ending sleep.

The hazmat scientists had tracked them. They found the couple wrapped in each other’s arms. Luckily the radiation leak only affected the two closest scientists to the experiment.

Thursday photo prompt – Woodland #writephoto

I think I need this:

Movement brings me to rant about handicapped parking and people who use it that don’t need it. Last night as my daughter drove me home from the grocery, the spots near my apartment including the h. spaces were all taken. As you know we’re still having ice and snow issues and wheeling myself was useless. The wheels spin and there’s no movement. Complaints about this land on deaf ears, or something like that….rental contracts don’t seem to apply to all. Movement? Aarrrgh!

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