A haiku challenge on the matter of “taste”
A few scribbles in response to the haiku challenge found at the link below.
https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2017/08/20/haiku-horizons-prompt-taste/
Fighting with the wife
Me: “You’ve awful taste ! She:
“Yeah I married you!”
Lets try another…
Just a tiny taste
Maybe just one more mouth full
whole cake devoured
And one last one
First stolen kisses
The taste of her lips on mine
Oh god a smoker
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In a world where diversity across society is ever increasingly celebrated there remain places where prejudice and hatred still run free.
This is a bit of a stream of conscious Saturday effort, which requires me to simply (with minimal editing) write. This one went much better than last week and is pretty much unedited. I would have liked to redo it as I like the idea but it is what it is.
Details can be found here if you fancy having a go:
https://lindaghill.com/2017/07/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-817/
Dear world
In a world where diversity across society is ever increasingly celebrated there remain places where prejudice and hatred still run free. For every minority welcomed into inclusive arms there are those who day to day must face the very real darkness that lies in the hearts of men. It is on behalf of one of those most marginalised segments of modern society that I write.
While the LGBTQ population blaze a glittering trail and celebrate their diversity and individuality we are forced to remain hidden under your beds, our history and heritage now long forgotten and all that remains of the joy we once brought is fear.
You have forgotten us, and more than that you have allowed our memory to be twisted until all that remains are your own inner fears and inhibitions which you project onto us.
In sports and entertainment those that are differently able are now held aloft as a symbol of our more progressive ways yet we must hide our difference and we are forced to lurk in the dark recesses of your closets for fear of discovery.
We deserve better for once we were the better part of you, we ewre your joy and your escape and your light in the darkness. Now, I fear we have become your darkness and we must now arm ourselves to protect all that remains of our once proud people.
My heart’s desire is that once again you will embrace us and allow us to help you regain your innocence. We are tired of living in the sewers and the garden sheds. We wish to be released from the shackles of your childhood nightmares and to again bring joy to the faces of small children.
We ask of you to no longer exclude us but to open your arms and embrace our kind, free us from our solitary existence be ask for we are born of you and and deserve better.
Yours Sincerely
Killer Clowns
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Pesky butterflies – Weekly Weather Challenge: Hurricane
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Drawn to Sparrow’s not too distant chirps, snake slithered from his hole under the old oak, the summer sun warm on his scales.
Drawn to Sparrow’s not too distant chirps, snake slithered from his hole under the old oak, the summer sun warm on his scales. “Sounds like trouble” he hissed to himself as he made his way through the meadow, the scent of wild flowers thick in the air. “I do so enjoy the sound of distress.”
Through the long grass he wound his way alongside a trickling brook to a small thicket of trees where he came upon sparrow, sat on the ground at the foot of a broad, gnarled sycamore. “Help me! Help Me!” she chirped.
“Oh sparrow” said snake, his little pink tongue flicking out as he spoke “whatever could be wrong that you would cause such a commotion?”
“It’s my egg” Sparrow said, most upset. “It’s fallen out of the nest.”
Snake slithered a little closer “An egg you say?” Snake did enjoy a good egg, they were quite delicious and sparrow eggs were a particular favourite of his. “May I see your egg, sparrow?” He asked, moving closer still.
Sparrow did not trust snake one bit, and she most certainly did not like the sparkle his eyes as he approached her, his head swaying slowly from side to side. “HELP” chirped sparrow loudly, spreading her wings over her egg “HELP, HELP!”
“Oh sparrow” said snake, his coils beginning to draw a circle around sparrow as she protected her egg, “you really should not fuss so, I only want a little peek.”
Sparrow reared up, wings flapping frantically. “No!” she chirped loudly, “Leave my egg alone you horrid snake.”
Snake eyed the small blue and brown speckled egg “Oh sparrow” he smiled hungrily “this is no time for name calling, I only want to take a little look.”
“You will eat it snake” sparrow replied “you’re a snake, and snakes eat eggs. Every animal knows that.”
Snake inched closer and closer still. “Dear sparrow, if that is my nature then surely you cannot blame me for wanting just a little look ” he replied.
Snake’s coils now completely encircled sparrow, and high up in the branches of the sycamore a chorus of frantic other chirps and cheeps joined those of sparrow.
“I ask only for a little look” Snake hissed and lunched forwards. Sparrow Flapped frantically “Flee snake flee” she shouted “leave my egg be!”
Snake was now so close to sparrow’s egg she could almost taste it. He lunged again with a hiss, tongue flicking out. Sparrow flapped to avoid snake’s hungry mouth leaving the egg in full view of snake.
Snake was about to wrap his coils around the egg when there was a mighty rush of wind and a beating of wings, and in an instant large talons swept down and whisked him clean off the ground and into the air. The birds in the trees chirped even more loudly.
Sparrow looked skywards as she settled back on the ground next to her egg to see the large silhouette of owl already disappearing into the distance with snake clutched firmly between her talons.
The birds in the sycamore chirped with delight. “It’s Owl” they cried, “Owl has saved the day!”
A calm descended, sparrow remained with her egg and eventually owl returned, gliding silently through the green canopy of the wood and settling next to sparrow on the ground.
“Oh thank you owl!” said Sparrow gratefully, “whatever would I have done had you not rescued my egg.”
Owl blinked slowly, and quite gently picked up the egg.
“It is my pleasure” she said “but you really need to be more careful with your eggs.”
“I will owl, surely I will ” sparrow replied.
“Jolly good, jolly good” Owl continued, “now let’s get this egg back in your nest shall we, all this fuss does make one ever so tired and I would rather like to take a nap.”
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Written in response to Sue Vincent’s write photo challenge
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1569792792
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my quest to determine whether a limerick can make the most horrid subject a little less so…
my quest to determine whether a limerick can make the most horrid subject a little less so…
I fellow I know, a romancer
lovely wife, healthy kids and great dancer
had it all so he thought
but it all came to nought
when he died really young of brain cancer
These Twins at birth were separated
who later in life met and dated
they had kids, sad to say
hip conjoined by the way
now in freak show they’re quite celebrated
“You’re adopted” says father to son
“and I’ve just had a chat to your mum
It’s just not working out
we don’t want you about
this parenting lark’s just no fun.”
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Crude, infantile and fun to write. Gotta be better than what’s going on in the world right?
Crude, infantile and fun to write. Gotta be better than what’s going on in the world right?
Cannibals in love
“How do you feel about kids?”
“can’t eat a whole one”
First day of diet
Accidental carrot cake
I’ll start tomorrow
Spicy curry night
poppadoms and spicy dip
explosive repeats
miles from a toilet
buttocks clenched eyes watering
oh look a turtle!
having a fiddle
mood gone, discovered a lump
testicle lopped off
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Now I have heard it said that if a butterfly flaps its wings in my back garden it can cause a hurricane in the Philippines or Singapore or somewhere equally warm and exotic…
Now I have heard it said that if a butterfly flaps its wings in my back garden it can cause a hurricane in the Philippines or Singapore or somewhere equally warm and exotic,
Not wanting to appear ignorant I looked up the source of the saying, and from what I read it can be attributed to one Edward Lorenz, who I am sure is most learned, and is the basis of a chaos theory hypothesis which speaks to the randomness of outcomes given any number of contributing factors.
That is about as far as I got before my ignorance and intolerance of such nonsense got the better of me and I decided that surely it must be complete tosh and it would be most appreciated if people would just stop saying it.
I would like to suggest that Mr Lorenz get outdoors more and get a proper job. Has he even seen a butterfly? I can just imagine his lofty minded colleagues patting him on the back and congratulating him on his recent thesis whilst on the inside he is laughing his tits off and wondering how he might get into the head of the English departments knickers.
Okay, now if this is true then surely we need to kill all butterflies. As beautiful and whimsical as they might seem, they cannot be allowed to run amuck causing severe meteorological events. That just will not do.
Do butterflies possess some magical storm inducing power? What about the effect of other winged creatures? What about bats and eagles? Could a fly flapping furiously in Egypt cause a light drizzle in Cape Town? A lot of questions I realise but ones to be answered surely. Heavens, can high winds in the Sahara be attributed to activities of a small flock of gulls in New York?
Perhaps I am taking it too literally and getting myself vexed over nothing. I am thinking that I should have continued reading instead of submitting to my ignorance.
There are obviously many things that I do not know, but what I do know that I just went out into the garden with a tea tray and spent a minute wafting it up and down, simulating the force of a thousand angry butterflies. I do not expect this to have any effect on anything (unless my neighbours saw me then perhaps there may be an awkward aversion of eyes next time we cross paths), but if by chance Manilla is ravaged by monsoons, hurricanes and tidal waves next week then I take it all back.
Frightfully sorry.
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Picture if you will a small village in Africa, and in a small mud hut in this village lives a man.
You know how people just say things? e all do it and today I think I shall mount my high horse and discuss one of those things people say quite casually that more than likely has its roots in some vague truth but is actually absolute drivel.
Now insist as much as you like, but I do not for one minute believe that laughter is the best medicine.
I am a firm believer that in fact, medicine is the best medicine.
Last year I had kidney stones, and as I lay there wishing for death to take me I can assure you that the last thing I wanted was to be regaled with humorous tales. What I wanted was drugs, and lots of them. Ideally I wanted them administered intravenously but I was quite open to the options of those taken orally or as suppositories.
In a near state of collapse as I was I would happily have allowed passing strangers to ram as many fist fulls of whatever took their fancy up my bottom if it came with the promise of even a modicum of relief.
Now I appreciate that there is an argument here on the effects of dopamine on the body, but my counter argument is that were I a syphilis infected crack fuelled man whore on death’s door then I would surely seek respite of an opiate nature in lieu of watching box sets of Black Adder.
Not yet convinced?
Picture if you will a small village in Africa, and in a small mud hut in this village lives a man. Let’s call this man Ebeneezer. Now Ebeneezer has a son who, due to a most awful set of circumstances, is riddled with aids and malaria. Sadly he also suffers from malnutrition, his little belly so terribly swollen and his face crawling with flies. His son is in a rather terrible way and Ebeneezer calls for a doctor, and as it transpires the red cross are in the area and send one over straight away.
“Oh thank you doctor” says Ebeneezer gratefully, “please can you give my beautiful boy medicine to help with the pain?”
Now obviously what Ebeneezer is seeking is something to make his son comfortable, so you can imagine his consternation when he is instead presented with a DVD of the complete works of Monty Python.
“Watch this twice a day” says the doctor “and he will be right as rain in a jiffy.”
I imagine that Ebeneezer was not best pleased, especially given that Ebeneezer does not have a television, let alone a DVD player.
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Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge – Hope and Stay
Let’s start with a haiku or two shall shall we. The rules do let me play with synonyms which I might explore too.
In my heart you’ll stay
you drift into the darkness
hope of afterlife
seems a bit serious..
walked her home tonight
Invited in for coffee
hope she lets me stay
another maybe
husband caught, hope lost
empty promises to change
if you let him stay
All very serious…maybe a Tanka
See Maurice eating
watch him gorge on cheese in bed
eats cake in the night
Where can he get new trousers
ones with the elastic waist
Hmmm….not really feeling it.
These ones we kind of funny if you fancy more
Badger appeared slowly from his set. Sniffing the fresh morning air he had a rather pleasant and leisurely scratch and considered the day ahead.
In response to the daily prompt word:Amble
Badger appeared slowly from his set. Sniffing the fresh morning air he had a rather pleasant and leisurely scratch and considered the day ahead.
“Worms might be a good start to the day” he mumbled to himself “or maybe some bugs” he continued “i do rather like bugs.”
As badger decided on whether it would be juicy worms or crunchy bugs there came a familiar voice from the nearby bushes. “Are you taking to yourself again my old friend?”
Badger knew that voice only too well. It was fox, and if fox was about this early it could only mean trouble.
“What do you want fox?” Badger asked impatiently, his black and white stripes bristling. “I was just going to go and have some breakfast.”
“Oh my good badger, no need for such grumpiness” said fox grinning, “it is such a lovely day and that is no way to greet an old friend.”
Badger gave a low growl. “You are no friend of mine Fox” he said rearign up to his full height “either speak your mind or hold your tongue for I am hungry and wish to have my breakfast.”
Badger had long claws and a short temper when he was hungry, and fox knew too well what happened when you crossed a hungry badger.
“i have a proposition for you” Fox said smiling, “and it is one that you surely will enjoy”
“And what exactly might that be” Badger asked.
“Well you see” Fox continued “I know a place where you will find the juiciest worms.”
“Hmm” said badger. “i do rather like worms.”
Smiling, Fox continued “all I ask is that you do a little digging for me, and in return you will have the most plump and juicy worms.”
Badger thought for a while. He did enjoy digging, and he especially enjoyed plump and juicy worms. “is it far?” he asked.
“Oh no no” Fox replied. “Not far at all. In fact it is just over the brow of the hill and beyond the large oak tree.”
“That is not far at all” Badger replied. “And I am yet to have my breakfast.”
“Perfect, just perfect” exclaimed Fox his bushy red tail swishing. “How about we set off now then?”
With tummy grumbling badger followed Fox up the hill through the long green grass and over the brow and further on past he old oak tree.
After a short while the pair reached a small mound between two great sycamore trees which was covered in meadow flowers. “Now Badger” Fox said, his eyed wide, If you would just be so kind as to dig through this mound here you will not only be doing me a huge favour but I believe that you will find some of the most plump and juicy worms in the wood.”
“I will?” Badger asked warily “And how do I know you aren’t lying Fox?”
“Oh my good fellow” Fox replied “I have it on very good authority I assure you.”
Badger’s tummy rumbled. “And why exactly am I digging?” he asked.
“It’s a new den for my family” Fox replied “but I have an ache in my paw and find it very hard to dig you see.”
It sounded reasonable badger thought, and with his tummy rumbling he began to dig.
Now badgers are very good at digging, much better than foxes – especially foxes with achy paws and it was not long until Badger had managed to uncover rather a lot of juicy worms, just as fox had promised. As he chewed a particularly fat and juicy worm he asked fox “is this deep enough?”
“Just a little more” Fox replied.
Badger ate a little more and then dug a little more. “How about now?”
“Just a little more still ” Fox replied.
“This is rather deep for a fox den” badger remarked slurping up an especially long and wriggly worm.
“it will keep us warm in the winter” Fox replied, his tail swishing back and forth in the morning sun. “okay, stop!” he shouted excitedly “That is just perfect.”
Nibbling on more worms in the freshly dug soil Badger backed slowly out of the hole.
“Splendid job, quite splendid” Fox exclaimed. “i could surely never have dug so deep.”
“Is that it then?” Badger asked. “All finished?”
“Oh indeed yes” Fox replied smiling. “I can do the last bit of digging myself”
Badger turned and began to wander off. “Thanks for the worms Fox” he shouted back.
Fox didn’t reply, he had already headed down his freshly dug hole and Badger could hear him digging furiously.
Badger ambled slowly back in the direction of the old oak tree, the warm sun spilling through the canopy of the wood in warm pools.
“Good morning Rabbit” said Badger as rabbit raound the old gnarled tree.”
“Goood day Badger” she said hurriedly “Cant stop, can’t stop for I have left my babies alone in the between the two great sycamores!”
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“Sorry sir” Henderson replied “but we drop out of FTL and go radio silent and now we’re locked in orbit at four times the usual distance instead of heading home. That’s not protocol.”
This was written in response to the one word photo challenge which I rather enjoy, and details can be found at the link below. This week I had to use the word “hummingbird” as inspiration. It had me thinking of thinking of things of a geostationary nature…
In the cold of space, 80000 Miles above the Kazakh steppes the Hummingbird emerged from Faster-Than-Light and Captain Jenkins ordered it be placed into geostationary orbit. Shortly after a call went out across the ship-com for the vessels four most senior officers to come to the captain’s quarters.
“Gentlemen” Jenkins began, “take a seat please”.
The three men pulled up chairs around the table. Henderson, the Chief Engineer, waited for Jenkins to be seated before speaking.
“What’s happened sir?” he asked.
“What makes you think something happened Henderson” the Captain asked sharply.
“Sorry sir” Henderson replied “but we drop out of FTL and go radio silent and now we’re locked in orbit at four times the usual distance instead of heading home. That’s not protocol.”
Jenkins took a deep breath. “About 30 minutes ago, on approach to FTL drop out point, I received an encoded fragment of a sub-light notification warning us to stay away from Earth. Sub-light then went offline.” H paused before continuing. “When we came out of FTL I initiated a comms freeze override and engaged full shielding.”
Coles took off his hat and placed it on the table. “And we know nothing more Sir?” He was the eldest of his senior officers and a damned good Chief Navigator and the best Comms officer in the fleet.
Jenkins stood and began to pace, he didn’t think as well when he was sat down. “Not a thing Charles. I wanted to brief you all before we start full scans.”
“Sir, if I may” Coles interjected.
“Go ahead.”
“We’re ready to go Sir, we can initiate fulls scans as soon as you give the word.” he stood as if to leave.
“I need to know if we are visible” Jenkins asked calmly, still pacing. “I need to ensure that should we take down the shields to run scans we maintain minimal risk of exposure.”
Coles put his hat back on and straightened it. “Sir, From this distance we are pretty much undetectable with shields up. We will need to reduce shield strength to half to initiate full diagnostics but even with reduced shields we should be hidden from anything but a targeted scan”
Jenkins stopped pacing.
“Okay, let’s do it. Initiate full planetary scan.” he continued, turning to Henderson and Carter, who had sat silently throughout . “Gentlemen, all hands on deck please. We have no idea what is going on down there.”
Both men replied in unison standing. “Yes Sir.”
As the three men headed for the door Jenkins called over to Carter. “Let’s bring the rail guns online Master Chief” he instructed. “I don’t want to get caught cold”
“Yes Sir” Carter replied and exited after the others.
Jenkins followed his officers and headed to the bridge. He wasn’t prone to panic or overreaction, but something felt wrong. “Officers never run” he told himself as he settled into his chair, three large screens in front of him.
“Coles” he shouted out across the deck, “drop shields to 50% and initiate full Earth side scans please. And pinpoint the fleet for me will you.”
“Sir, yes sir” came a prompt reply.
Jenkins waited a few moments before the first results started to be returned. His screens lit up and a cascade of information began to filter through.
“Jesus Christ” he exclaimed as the information began to pour through. “Coles, are you getting this?” he shouted.
“I am sir” came Coles’ response. There was a note in his voice that made Jenkins uneasy. “I’ve validated outputs and there are no errors.”
“Shields back to 100%” Jenkins ordered sharply. “Henderson, take us out to 160 thousand miles full speed.”
“Yes Sir!” came a response “One hundred and sixty thousand. Initiating sub light engines.”
Coles walked across to the captain, his face ashen and spoke quietly “Sir, there are no mistakes – those transponder results are unmistakable – that is the entire fleet in pieces down there with zero signs of life.”
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Actually, had Diane Abbott been cast as the Doctor I may actually have taken side with the crazies…
It’s hard to resist anything other than something Dr Who based on this.
I could write about how Tom Baker, Doctor of my childhood, remains my favourite though I will not because those memories seem far off these days.
I could also write about the ludicrous furore over the recently announced Doctor having a vagina. The fact that he has two hearts and travels through time seems far more palatable to many than the idea of someone with a uterus holding the keys to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
God forbid it had been a black woman, can you imagine the outcry. Trump and Brexit we can handle but surely not that.
Actually, had Diane Abbott been cast as the Doctor I may actually have taken side with the crazies. Her vagina is not something on which I wish to dwell. Jeremy Corbyn may however wish to differ.
I could also write about the shambles that was Christopher Ecclestone but the less said about that the better. Tosser.
Instead of writing I will just enjoy the memories I have of one of the greatest creative works to come out of this country and wait for next week’s challenge.
195 Words
“No, I am not drinking that!” Gordon insisted, forcefully pushing Colin’s arm away and turning his head in disgust.
The challenge was to write about the picture above in anywhere from 75 to 175 words.
“No, I am not drinking that!” Gordon insisted, forcefully pushing Colin’s arm away and turning his head in disgust.
Howling with laughter he offered the cup again. “Come on mate” he slurred, taking a drink from the beer in his other hand, “It’s chocolate honest!”
Gordon gagged as it was again shoved in his face. “Oh god get that away from me!” he demanded “I don’t care how drunk I am I’m not touching it!”
Colin drank more beer.
“And how the hell did a man of your size even get that in the cup?” Gordon continued most vexed but not really wanting to know. “you better not have made a mess in there we’ve just had it decorated and the wife will bloody kill me!”
Barely able to contain himself Colin lifted the mug to his lips. “Okay if you won’t then I will…“
“Nooooo!” Gordon screamed.
“Ooh lovely” Colin said, licking his lips and offering it again grinning. “What did you think it was?”
“You’re such a dick” Gordon replied opening another beer.
175 words
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The challenge was to write a Tanka (effectively a haiku with two additional 7 lines tagged on) and include the words “Honey” and “Wine”.
TANKA
The challenge was to write a Tanka (effectively a haiku with two additional 7 lines tagged on) and include the words “Honey” and “Wine”. I think the first 3 are meant to set the scene and the next two express how I feel about it. Not really cracked that bit yet…
I found this one rather tricky.
Sweet honey goodness
runs slowly into my mouth
No diet today
My inner Pooh bear unleashed
Wine fuelled hunger satisfied
Let’s try another
Wine poured, candles lit
Honey, let’s go to bed
Whipped cream, Ice, hand cuffs
This is not like fifty shades
the bloody sheets are ruined
Let’s try a more serious one…
Summer sun shining
Sweet scent of honey suckle
Warm winds on soft skin
Wilful seduction like wine
Warming caress on my lips
Meh…
Maybe I will try something different next week 😊
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Not had time to write today, so here’s a quick Donald limerick.
A day in the life of the Donald in limerick form.
l am not particularly interested in politics at all but as far
as reasons to write the golden haired golf playing POTUS
is certainly good value for money.
Oh Donald with golden hair you
must wake up with so much to do
But you sit on the shitter
Posting rantings to twitter
Like some mad man who’s been sniffing glue
This morning you’ll take on the press
Fake News!” blah blah blah…what a mess
And your staff organise
cover ups of your lies
but we know that you couldn’t care less
Then a snack and nap if you can
While you dream up your next foolish plan
“Build a wall!” hear him scream
as he wakes from a dream
Then he bans anyone with a tan.
Now it’s time to try sort out the health
care bill as its wasting the wealth
Of the rich on the frail
And the people who ail
If you can’t then you’ll kill it through stealth
Now some lunch as it’s been go go go
Then there’s pussy to grab don’t you know
“When you’re rich, don’t you see
It is pretty much free
And the women will never say no!”
After Lunch its some golf with your chums
As your right wing pals get out their guns
Pillow case on their heads
Wrapped in sheets from their beds
Picking fights with the cross lefty mums
For the rest of the day you’ll be rooting
For your very good friend Vlad the Putin
As he wrestles with bears
punches babies and hares
and gives puppies a right proper booting
Then pre dinner you’ll probably fire
Some fellow you’d chosen to hire
Just this morning “but hey
they’ve been here like a day
that’s the price for provoking my ire!”
After Dinner its time for some more
planning your own major war
just like George dubya Bush
(Who you secretly crush)
And whö’s father you really adore
Then tucked up in bed as you’ve been
Working hard at just not-being-green
The planet you’ll slaughter
you dream of your daughter
And of making Ang Merkel your queen
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The challenge was to write, unedited, on the subject of “Guess”
Apparently this is the challenge…
“1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.”
There are other rules and stuff which you can find here:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 12/17
I intend to give myself a minute to come up with an idea and then just type and see what comes out. Starting…NOW!
Karl really did not like parties, he was awkward at the best of times and parties tended to make it worse, but Rachel had invited him, and Rachel made his heart beat faster and forget the most basic of words.
Kyle, who as wholly more suited to parties than he was due to his fabulous hair and skinny jeans had always advised him to play it cool with women and to try and make her laugh, though right now he wanted nothing more than to scurry off home and watch TV.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. It was Rachel.
“Hey you !” she smiled giving him a hug “I am so glad you came!”
She smelled like vanilla milkshake, and he loved vanilla milkshake. Not as much as banana but it was right up there.
“Hey yourself” was the best he could muster, holding onto her for a little longer than he probably should have.
She brushed her hair from her eyes and handed him a red cup of what he assumed was beer.
“Oh Guess what” she said excitedly putting her hand on his arm.
This was his chance Karl thought, Kyle’s words ringing in his ears. He needed to be funny. Make her laugh, girls loved to laugh right.
“Guess you say” he replied smiling awkwardly “Okay, lets see. You have me at a disadvantage but I’ll give it a go.”
Karl rubbed his chin feigning contemplation. Rachel looked a little confused.
“You’re really an alien and you’re here to take over the planet!” he exclaimed grinning. Oh god please laugh.
Rachel did’t laugh, mostly she looked even more confused”
“No I was going to say…” Karl interrupted before she got to finish.
“Oh no wait, I’m not ready to give up yet” Karl continued. “I love a challenge.”
Rachel took a drink from her cup and looked past him towards the door. Karl knew he needed to make her laugh now or he might blow his chance.
“You were going to say that you wanted to get out of here and go somewhere quiet” he said trying his best to be cool and funny and seductive at the same time.
“Er no” Rachel replied taking another drink. She paused for a moment, and Karl could sense someone stood behind him.
“Hey babe” said a voice which he instantly recognised as Kyles.
Rachel smiled uncomfortably “I was going to say I’d started seeing your mate and he was also coming tonight.”
Hmmm
Not easy that lark, you don’t really know where you’re going…or I didn’t. I knew I wanted him to crash and burn and it to be awkward and to actually guess when she said “Guess what ” but that was it. That took about 20 minutes and a few more to correct the typos which I fixed afterwards. I found myself typing a bit slower that normal though to give myself chance to think…
I have lit scented candles and enjoyed long relaxing baths to the haunting calls of the blue whale…
I’ve not been on here long, but heavens there are a lot of musings going on.
Everywhere I look somebody is musing on something. You will find many a musing for each day of the week, and months are well covered too. The myriad of musable matters is rather mind boggling and there is no lack of quality musings out there.
New as I am to this blogging lark I have felt a pressure to muse myself at times. Often I sit in the dark thinking that a good hard musing right now would be just the thing. Perhaps I feel that I am missing out being relatively muse free as It seems I may well be.
Not only does it seem that I am not much of a muser but I may also be neither contemplative nor particularly deep, both qualities which it seems help in terms of ones quality musing ability .
I will admit that I have done my level best to find my inner muser, I am not lazy. I have lit scented candles and enjoyed long relaxing baths to the haunting calls of the blue whale and alas mostly I just end up fancying getting into bed with a nice cup of tea and a couple of biscuits and having an early night.
I have pondered the deeper things in life, the woes of society and the darkness that lies in the hearts of men and mostly the best i can manage is a haiku about Donald trump wanting to make love to that pudgy faced chap in charge of North Korea.
I think I once got close to an angst filled poem but it turned into a dirty limerick at the last minute.
Anyway, it’s quite late and I really shoulg be in bed.
Does that count as a muse I wonder?
Photo Courtesy of JSTARJ @ Pixabay
Flo and Darren plan a dirty weekend away…
A couple I know, call them Darren and Flo
Decided some “them” time was needed
So they packed off the boys, with their books clothes and toys
to grand parents to whom they had pleaded
“Please just for tonight, they said they won’t fight
and we’ll set off back early to home
they’re really not bad, and we’d be oh so glad!”
half a weekend away – all alone!
To a hotel they drove, up the coast near the cove
lovely beach, seafood joint and big bed 😉
“This is just what we need!” Flo declared, he agreed
“Dirty weekend away!” Darren said.
Hand on thigh as they drive, not too late they arrive
short trek, they retire to the bed
“in the mood?” he enquires, but alas it transpires
Flo then asks for some pills for her head.
“Just unpack – in a while, I’ll be fine” Flo does smile
“Then I’m yours you can do as you will!
you can tie me and ravage, go to town get quite savage
but for now will you get me my pill?”
“Yes of course” he agrees… he would tremble her knees
just like when they first met way back when
and they’d make love all night – what a glorious sight
they’d skip breakfast and start it again.
But to his great despair, fast asleep in the chair
he awakes with a knock at the door
Knock, Knock, Knock “it’s House keeping… you awake or you sleeping?””
The evening had promised much more!
.
Still a breakfast enjoyed as they talk of the boys
and how odd it is here all alone
“Do you think they’re okay?” Daz to Flo then does say
“Let me call them quick, pass me my phone”
It turns out they were fine, “slept from 8 through ’till 9
been no bother at all!” Gran does say
“Did you have a good night, was the hotel alright,
shall I tell them you’re now on you’re way?”
“So perhaps not quite bliss” Darren says with a kiss
and Flo smiles as he kisses her head
“at least we slept well, and were rested and hell
we woke up with no kids in the bed!”
Fancy something else?
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/03/first-blog-post/
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/we-unlikely-few/
https://teresacreationsblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/daily-two-word-prompt-102/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/spicy/
Picture courtesy of espressoili @ pixabay
You need to be careful when you go into the woods…
The challenge was to write something in only 99 words and to include the words berries and music. It is 99 words on the button.
The challenge can be seen here:
August 10: Flash Fiction Challenge
“Do you like berries Mole?” Hedgehog asked, emerging from the thicket to the sound of Sparrow’s morning music.
“Oh yes, especially plump and juicy ones!” Mole replied licking his lips.
“Then follow me” said Hedgehog, “I know a place where the juiciest berries grow!”
Hedgehog led Mole to a clearing where the bramble bushes strained under the weight of the dark fruits.
“I can smell them!” said mole excitedly, “Oh Thank you hedgehog!”.
As Mole devoured berries hedgehog crept slowly away, passing Fox at edge of the clearing.
“He’s all yours” Hedgehog snarled “I expect payment in full tomorrow.”
Photo courtesy of pixabay
I also decided to tag this in a daily prompt because I think it’s a great fit…
I’ve been doing this for about a month now, and there are some posts from the first few days which have not really been seen by anyone. Now and again I think I shall share a few.
I’ve been doing this for about a month now, and there are some posts from the first few days which have not really been seen by anyone. Now and again I think I shall share a few.
This one was one of the first ones I did in response to the daily prompt.
I loved writing this one – it was pointless and headed nowhere but I really enjoyed not having to have an ending or a beginning. Just a middle…
Michael
Photo courtesy of pixabay
Of life and death
Maleban the Elder stands alone, the last of his kind, remnant of all that was but that is no more. His people are all gone now, returned to dust, and the final fiery moments of this world are his alone to witness.
A slow ascent into a hungry sun is his fate, and as proud custodian of the memories of a once glorious people he stands and calls upon his ancestors, the long forgotten ways of his people and the gods of old.
Eyes closed and arms wide he embraces the end of all days as lifetimes past, present and future disappear and are lost to the universe forever.
Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent
Want something different? THIS is different and THIS is way different. This is …well you probably shound’t read THIS…
Topical, insightful an getting to the heart of the subjects that really matter
If you’ve read any of me then you may well know I like to dabble in inappropriate haiku and limericks. I know some of the subject matter is a little awkward but work with me…now and then I stumble upon one that’s actually quite good.
Michael
A few limericks to start…
Kim-Jun and Donald so hot
For each other though they insist not
But I reckon they would
If only they could
Not get caught making love high on pot
Single dad collects guns for a hobby
Had a son known as Bob, Rob or Robbie
But alas now he’s dead
Fatal shot to the head
From a gun he found primed in the lobby
Poverty, nukes, death and drought
Why leave home, I am not going out
At TV I sit glaring
but I’m really past caring
Time for curry in bed with a stout
African crisis I never
have seen such despair no not ever
Drought, pain loss, Civil War
HIV, death and more
But hey, least they’ve got lovely weather
And a few haiku for good measure…
Eighteen convicted
North East children now safer
Pretty prison mouths
Head down crossed the road
He never saw it coming
Bus grill needs cleaning
Photo courtesy of pixabay
The slow passage of time
My crack at a 75 word piece on the picture of that rock up there for Friday Fictioneers
Before you I watched and I waited. Before trees and ice and flame I was alone and the world was silent and time passed without record.
I watched you crawl into existence with so much promise, and I witnessed fleetingly your true light and the beauty within.
But having everything was never enough for you, and you were consumed by your desires and the darkness that lurks in your hearts.
I do not miss you.
75 words! Boom!
Photo courtest of , c.e. ayr
Just a sparrow and a mouse having breakfast
…a story where nothing terrible happens written for my blonde haired son.
“Morning Mr Mouse” said Sparrow form the safety of the high branches of the sycamore tree.
”Good morning sparrow” Mouse replied looking up, twitching her whiskers and wrinkling her nose. “Why so high in the tree?” she asked scratching in the earth as she looked for bugs and worms.
“The cat’s about “ Sparrow answered, “you really should watch out Mouse” she warned “you don’t want to be cat’s breakfast now do you.”
“Oh I’m ok” mouse answered quite confidently “I know the cat that lives here and she’s old and slow and won’t catch me.” Mouse tugged at a fat juicy worm she had uncovered at the base of sparrow’s tree.
“That worm looks delicious” Sparrow said eyeing up Mouse’s breakfast “it looks very plump and juicy.”
“Sure is” said mouse her mouth full, “why don’t you come and join me”. She wasn’t a greedy mouse, and indeed it was a rather fat worm. “I will happily share my breakfast with you” she said.
Sparrow looked about, her small dark eyes scanning for any sign of the crooked old cat.
“Sounds good to me” she chirped not seeing any sign of cat and she floated down to join mouse. “Oh that does look good” she continued, tucking into one end of the chubby little worm as mouse munched hungrily on the other.
Mouse and sparrow ate a quite delicious breakfast together and washed their juicy worm down with the cool crisp water which lay on the fallen sycamore leaves following the storm the night before.
“So what now?” Sparrow asked, flying back into the boughs of the tree.
Mouse cleaned her ears and resumed scratching in the still wet earth. “Hopefully more worms” she laughed “It was delicious indeed!”
“Sounds delightful” Sparrow replied still scanning the garden. “I shall see you later perhaps ”she continued, and with a “thanks again for breakfast and watch out for that cat” she was gone.
Want other different stuff?
something terrible happens in this one
In this one there is a girl in the rain
and this might make you laugh but maybe you wont admit it
oh and this one i am rather proud of
Trust me these are all on the BBC website! Kind of. Okay, maybe not in limerick form…
Trust me these are all on the BBC website! Kind of. Maybe not in limerick form…
Zac Makwala, a Botswanan runner
Ran 400 in world champs this summer
But he got bottom squirts
And excluded “It hurts!
Its unfair, wrong and oh such a bummer”
A bastard it seems, name of Gus
Got quite fat and his wife made a fuss
So he went for a run
got upset and for fun
pushed a lass passing by ‘neath a bus
Kim-Jung and Donald you ought ta
Stop waffling on about slaughter
Cos the Donald will win
‘Leash his nukes with a grin
Then fondle Kim’s wife, gran and daughter
Want to read more of my stuff?
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/29/a-collection-of-miserable-limericks/
https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/
No lies, it’s about precisely nothing
Upon seeing the daily prompt, ‘Partner’, I would imagine that I was not alone in thinking that this would be an ideal opportunity to write a piece on my relationship with my wife. It would be insightful and honest and lay bare the ups and downs of a modern relationship.
I imagined that I would share wisdom and experience in a light hearted yet uplifting way and it would prove enlightening and encouraging for others as they would see their own relationship in ours. I would talk about love and compromise and friendship and laughter and…
Okay…I’ll stop there. I can’t type that with a straight face.
I was mostly going to write about the impact of going to the toilet in front of one’s partner. I had also considered something humorous on how to be certain that the kids are asleep and not just pretending and instead hatching a plan to burst into the bedroom with a “Surprise!!!” at the most inopportune moment.
Both of those will not now see the light of day though as I mentioned the general ‘Partner’ subject to my wife and her reaction was “as long as you don’t write about me I don’t care what you write.” There was no malice in it though she did, quite coincidentally, have a rather large knife in her hand at the time so I took her advice seriously.
Therefore, this is mostly a piece about what you will not be reading, so I posted it with a picture of a cat just because.
Want to read more of my stuff?
Https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/partner/
Photo courtesy of cocopasasienne @ Pixabay
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