The Sunday Whirl

Rebecca sighed, the fear starting again, it would not be long before her sight would be vanishing altogether and she would be blind. She tapped on the back of the device, thinking it might need a flash of movement to show a strong visible image. It worked and at the top was a clear description of the vine. Rebecca had started gardening after a trip to a botanic garden, where the sensory input from scents, touching the buds and leaves, even the barks of trees gave her a certain satisfaction. She could not help yearning for a cure, but there were none close enough to deter the inevitable. For now she would enter as much information possible to store in memory of the things that mattered most.

Better Homes and Gardens Sensory Garden

Wordle 669

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

She felt the rough, tarnished item, wondering why her grandfather gave her this ancient timepiece. There must be some secrets in it, or it might have been used in some historical happening. Susan was mystified, also determined to find why her grandfather insist she have it. The watch, accompanied by a diary, Susan thought might contain answers. His last entry read, “use this key”. The tiny key opened the back of the watch. She found a coded message. “Now what”, she thought.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #379 – Timepiece

W3 – Garden

Suzanne’s prompt guidelines

  • Theme: Transformation;
  • Form: Quatern

The Quatern is a 16-line form composed of four quatrains (four-line verses), with eight syllables per line. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The 1st line of stanza one (S1) is the 2nd line of S2, 3rd line of S3, and 4th line of S4.

Four quatrains (four-line verses):

Syllabic: Eight syllables per line;

Rhyming: Rhyming is not required, but quaterns often follow a rhyme scheme;

Refrain: The refrain of a quarterback repeats the 1st line of stanza one (S1) as the 2nd line of S2, the 3rdline of S3, and the 4th line of S4.

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The growing season, a short one

An early planting is the key

Frost may appear on a budding

Plastic tenting may act a shield.

As the season changes, spring warms

The growing season, a short one

Delicate snow may still intrude

Moisture is also needed now.

Spring budding gives us a promise

Blooms open in summer sunshine

The growing season, a short one

We work to keep faith for harvest.

Autumn comes with hard rains and hail

We quickly reap the fruit bounty

Thankful we save most from damage

The growing season a short one.

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    W3 Prompt #122: Wea’ve Written Weekly

    No Theme Thursday

    “Snips and snails and puppy dog tails”…Marta always liked that rhyme and chuckled at the thought some children thought it scary….how delightful! Marta laughed out loud. It had been a while since she invited children into her castle. The little vermin were always running around in the trees, staring up at the black spires and even some bolder teen boys actually peered in the windows! How rude! Of course the windows were iron barred and entering through one impossible and she never looked out of them anyway. She didn’t have to.
    Marta had instincts about male personas and if they stepped near she could snap her fingers and they’d disappear. She never knew where they ended up or cared. But the little girls she observed just in case one showed potential.

    It had been a fairly boring day and she sat down at her vanity. The candles instantly lit to show an old haggard face in the glass. She’d have to make a new spell in the morning, this time she would add a few dove feathers, the blood still clinging to them for the youth potion to last longer. To be honest she thought, the entire trying to look young was getting boring. She needed to find the perfect girl to complete a fresh 100 year transformation. Oh well, off to sleep, cuddling the tarantula she kept as her favorite pet.

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    No Theme Thursday: 08.29.24