The Bag Lady

Mike and Joe had looked forward to this all day. Lively music from the “Jumpin’ Jivers”, drinks aplenty, and no work this long weekend. The girls were meeting them at nine, so they had time to partake of the club’s specialty, jalapeño cheese burgers with fries. All in all, the boys were ready for an evening of good food, music and anticipated romance.

Not having to work the next two days, the young men were ready to party. They both hoped the girls were also. Dancing and drinking was for them an outlet from their daily hard worked jobs as ditch diggers. The old fashioned term was now referred to as waterline excavation teams. It was hot dirty work, but still needed even with modern equipment.

Cindy and Sue were also looking forward to the long weekend and hoped the boys would want to dance all night as they did. The band, “Jumpin’ Jivers” was their favorite, playing a variety of old songs and new, all with a danceable beat. The girls were early, since taking a taxi instead of walking, to the club. They found the guys inside, wolfing down huge hamburgers. Upon seeing the ladies enter, Joe and Mike ordered another round of beer plus two. A good time was going to had by all.

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Searching the library and hoping Marnie was safe at home, Rupert and George decided the talisman would only be hidden in the extremely old part of the library. The Myths and Legends section was their choice. After flipping through numerous books trying to find even a drawing of the infamous Isinglass, they were exhausted.

Knowing Marnie was home alone, they decided to take a break from their quest and return to check on her. Inside, they found no sign of her except the blinking video game console. While George searched the house, Rupert picked up the video game controller and then screamed for George.

There on the large screen was Marnie, standing atop a hill in the distance. Neither boy could believe their eyes. They recognized the landscape from their game playing. What happened to Marnie? Why was she there? They thought their eyes were playing tricks until the hilltop figure turned. It indeed was Marnie, her likeness anyway, but then she mouthed the word “help”.

**TBC

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“So many books, will we ever find it?” Rupert was quite worried as he grabbed his companion’s arm pushing through the stacks. Desperate to find the solution to their troubles, hearing of this talisman from the ancient tomes, they searched the library.

George and Rupert were on a quest to save their friend Marnie from a certain fate. Only the talisman would save her.

The three had played the video game for days, not realizing they had become an actual part of the game itself. The impending doom of their friend’s death by the warlord had only one remedy.

Isinglass.

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Three Line Tales, Week 135

Stay covered

Too early for blooms

Keep precious buds protected

With white fur coats of an icy morn

August Writing Prompts

When I think of you

I feel like this bubble

My colors outlined in the sky

But empty inside.

I miss you

I miss the feeling of being full of love

Our love.

You cannot see my heart because it is missing, too

It stayed with you.

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Refusing conscience

Environmental climate

Constantly ignored

Current energy usage

Attitude changes needed

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**The research was carried out in China, but is relevant around the globe, as over 91 per cent of the planet’s population live in areas with dangerous air and is now the fourth-highest cause of deaths worldwide, according to the World Health Organisation.

http://www.independent.uk.co

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No need for shamans

Spirituality lives

Within all human beings

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An afternoon, just relaxing for some. These white, winged beauties are keen observers. They notice everything from scattered crumbs left from a sandy seaside picnic, to a potential meal from a ripple in the sea. They need no sunscreen, well adapted to their environment with wide wing spans to easily soar above the ocean. Keen eyes allow them to concentrate and obtain focus on the tiniest morsel on a boardwalk.

If you decide to feed these birds with a crumb of bread–a warning, they like to share and one call of these gulls will cause an often menacing winged crowd.

100 Word Wednesday: Week 86

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I say, Beezlie, are you sporting a new pair of spectacles?

Why, yes, yes I am. Do you like them, Butterflynn?

They’re brilliant, Bee. What do you use them for, or is it impertinent for me to ask?

Certainly not, Butter, we’ve been on this same bush for a few hours and I consider you a chum of the best sort!

Well there are plenty of good meals about, now that spring is in full bloom.

Quite right, old chap. With the new lenses I am keen on dining well. I must be off, mate.

Splendid, see you at tea time. That’s when they put out the honey!

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She was shy, but passionate. It was evident when she first met him. She had been watching him from across the room, sneaking glances when she thought he didn’t notice.

She turned her attention back to the dull conversation with the older generation when she heard a stranger’s voice behind her.

Turning, she saw him, close, almost touching her, and she felt her cheeks warming, tinged with scarlet dust.

He smiled openly at her blush, because he had noticed her interest from a distance. Introducing himself with his hand grasping hers, the warmness continued into the rest of her being. He must have realized the impact his touch had, and held her hand a bit longer than usual. She was comfortable with both actions and returned the smile.

Love at first sight was just the beginning.

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August Writing Prompts