Crimson Creative Challenge # 90- Windmills

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My mind is flighty

Like a butterfly, it flits

From one thought to another

Sometimes I think that I have

Windmills going in my head

That blow my thought hither and yon

If you want to hold a long conversation with me

It’s possible that in between that dialogue

I would utter irrelevant and unconnected observations

And then you might agree with me that

I do have windmills in my head!

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Crimson Creative Challenge # 89

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Duck!

Ouch!

I said duck, didn’t I?

I thought you wanted me to look at the ducks!

I meant the barrier above your head. It says maximum clearance 2 meters and in those crazy boots, you are a few inches over that.

You should have been clearer. Now I have a bump the size of a goose egg on my forehead!

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Crimson Creative Challenge # 87- Wishing Well

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They came from far and wide

All with the aim to get their heart’s desires

They thought that by placing something they valued

In this old wishing well they will be granted their wishes

In the murky water, you could see an assortment of things

Old coins, pieces of broken pottery, colorful beads

Did they really get their wishes you may wonder

It all came down to how firmly they believed

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Crimson Creative Challenge # 85

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A ribbon tied around a post

A sign of a promise made

Here it is still tied but they, who had

Made these unbreakable promises

Have long forgotten its existence

And the promise that was meant

To last a lifetime if not more

It flutters forlornly in the breeze

Waiting for them to remember

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Crimson Creative Challenge # 82-

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John dragged Tom with him to the abandoned house. Tom wasn’t brave. At five he wasn’t expected to be brave. And was no fan of going into dark abandoned houses, even if his brother was with him. And to be honest he hadn’t much faith in John’s ability to act the brave older brother he was.

John thought himself a hero. At eight, he had the cape crusader firmly fixed into his head as a role model. So he took his little brother and went to the house at the end of the street. The mission was to rescue the batch of kittens that he has seen there.

When they entered the shed, where the kittens should have been, waiting to be rescued, they found it dark and empty. A musty smell and dusty junk were all that they could see. Picking up his courage, John went a few steps into the old shed when they were startled by a loud booming voice.

“Who’s there?”

John tried answering but no sound came out of his mouth. While Tom started to run out of the shed. A man came out of the shadows and grabbed his arm. Slowly he turned around to see old Mr Jackson staring at them.

There parents weren’t happy to learn that the boys were trespassing. John was grounded for a week and Tom was let off with a stern warning!

( Word count is slightly over 200! 😛)

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Crimson Creative Challenge # 81- Cool Blue

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The cool blue water

Flowing gently under the bridge

Calms my mind, soothes my fears

Things look bad when I take a glance around me

But when I sit here and enjoy this calming scene

The apprehension and anxieties leave me

And I get up from here refreshed and made whole again

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