Every line, a clueEvery crease, an anecdoteEvery crack, a taleCombine themAnd you have an opusThat would take you lifetimes to read For more takes on…
Let me tell you a tale so strange
That you’ll find it hard to credit
There was a moth with velvet wings
That once flew too near the flame
The heat didn’t burn them but instead, they did melt
He approached the great wise elf of the garden
To seek a solution to this new predicament
The elf sighed and after vigorously shaking his head
Told them that they will have to freeze the wings
To undo the damage caused by the heat, don’t be nervous
It will take a lot of work but rest assured that it will work
The magnitude of the problem is huge but we can
With effort restore these velvet wings to their glory
Jude has asked us to re-write a fairytale with a different ending. My effort is “slightly” different! This is my effort at writing a fairytale. I hope it passes muster!
Also in response to the following prompts:
Word of the day challenge;
Sonya is the host of Three Line Tales
They looked good together, adorned many magazine covers
She is a top model and he is the best racehorse on the circuit
She poses for the camera, all love and affection, off the camera she can only touch a horse if it is fenced behind a barbed wire, what hypocrisy!
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge
The word that caught my imagination while surfing the net was
I am me
But I am you too
We are similar but not the same
Yet the same blood runs through our veins
The joys and sorrows, the highs and the lows
We all experience these emotions in our own way
We have the same beginnings and would end in the same way
But in between, we diversify like colors of the spectrum
Which join together to form one brilliant white light
I am me, but I am you too
Linda is our host for Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post. Enjoy!
Mondays; for some, they are mundane, mediocre, and even macabre if they really dread going in to work. Some people make their Mondays magnificent and marvelous by their attitude. They look forward to getting out of their homes after spending the weekend with the family. This positivity can make all the difference to their life in general and their work in particular. To make what looks tedious into what is magical takes just a minor adjustment in the way we think and view our life.
Make Mondays more mindful and satisfying by tweaking your attitude towards this first day of the week.
Miss Mildred Says Call Her Millie (fiction haibun) She’s seen it all. She’s been through the Spanish Flu from America too. “Darned president sent our…
Image credit; Pisauikan@ Pixabay (For the visually challenged reader, the image shows an old woman whose face is deeply lined. There is a faint smile…
Beware, be vigilant
It creeps up on you
Takes you unawares
Tries to drown the joie de vie
Sap the buoyant spirit of soul
Can really jeopardize the enjoyment of today
It can seriously hurt your chances of having a wonderful day
Fear of impending doom hanging like the sword of Damocles
Alway like a ton of bricks, weighing you down
So be careful and shun it always before it takes root
What may happen in future will be faced when that day dawns
Right now you have today to live to the fullest
And make it the best day of your life!
In response to the following prompts;
Word of the day challenge;
Cranny is the host of 1 Minute Fiction
What’s the ”One Minute Fiction” challenge about?
Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…
Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to my week’s challenge post, so I can easily find it!
So, here is this week’s picture;
She had to get out of here before they found the clothes she was concealing under her coat. She looked down the staircase but could see the store security.
She felt trapped.
Where was the back exit?
Can she sneak out without triggering the alarms?
She was startled by a tap on her shoulder, “if you don’t mind ma’am, the floor manager would like to talk to you”.
Her heart sank. It was going to be hard to explain why she was wearing four dresses under her coat, with all the security tags still attached to them.