Ankles deep
In the mire
Walking further in
Feeling the
icy cold
Changing me within
First my mood
Then my mind
Feelings follow suit
Eventually
People ask
Why I’m such a brute.
*****
Filed under: Poetry
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Eventually…
Ankles deep
In the mire
Walking further in
Feeling the
icy cold
Changing me within
First my mood
Then my mind
Feelings follow suit
Eventually
People ask
Why I’m such a brute.
*****
Filed under: Poetry
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Tuesday, July 28, 2015
The Climb…
The Climb…
Monday, July 27, 2015
Trusting Words…
Just a bit further.
Follow me close down this path..
Would I lead you wrong?
*************
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Haiku, Haiku Horizons
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Trusting Words…
Just a bit further.
Follow me close down this path..
Would I lead you wrong?
*************
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Haiku, Haiku Horizons
Stars at Night…
Five points joined as one
Twinkling in the midnight sky
Thriving together.
*****
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Haiku, RW Haiku Challenge
Stars at Night…
Five points joined as one
Twinkling in the midnight sky
Thriving together.
*****
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Haiku, RW Haiku Challenge
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Bubbles (The Limerick)…
Bubbles (The Limerick)…
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Hide and Seek…
*Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*, *Scrape*
The thump was heavy and the scraping noise was metallic. Billy could almost see the sparks it caused as he held his finger up to his lips, letting the other four kids know they needed to be quiet, even though it seemed a silly thing to do as the imminent danger they were in would have ensured their silence anyway.
But Billy, being fourteen and the oldest, was unceremoniously elected the leader, even though using the word ‘elected’ was just as much of a misnomer as say, calling the cubby hole the five of them were currently hunkered down in a grand hall. However, he still felt it was his responsibility to make sure they all stayed safe.
He looked around the hole, light from the grate allowing him to see the faces of his charges. There was Sally and John, ten-year old twin gingers who shared a close bond that was now being expressed as they held each other closely. Henry was the youngest at 9, and even though he was the kid who everyone would vote as the most fearless, he sat as far away from the opening as he could, with his knees pulled to his chest. No one could blame him though, because if they had seen what he had seen, none of them would have been any better.
Mary was the mom of the group and even though she was only just turned 13, she had a nurturing side to her that held them together. Like she was right now as she did her best to comfort Henry, throwing an arm around his shoulder and doing her best to comfort him.
Then there was Aaron. Aaron was 12 and Henry’s older brother. It was mostly because of Aaron that Billy held his finger up. Billy knew that if he wasn’t sitting next to the grate, Aaron’s anger would get the better of him and he would be out in the hallway ready to fight, but Billy knew this was a less than optimal situation, so hiding was their best chance at survival.
*Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*
Billy’s heart beat faster and he held his breath as the polished metal foot landed on the floor right outside of the entrance to their hiding spot. He waited for the scraping noise and it wasn’t until he felt the burning in his lungs that he realized exactly how long had passed since the Hunter had stopped moving. He slowly tried to breathe as quietly as he could, afraid that it would hear them.
He heard the whirring noise of servo’s and saw metallic fingers stretch toward the grate that hid them. Billy pushed back as far as he could, holding back Aaron who was moving forward. He looked at Aaron and shook his head as he scrunched his face in fear and desperation.
The fingers locked on the grate, pushing through the grill and clenched, bending the metal vents. Billy heard Mary gasp and only hoped that the metal crunching noise masked it. The Hunter pulled on the grate, popping it off with ease and flung it to the floor. They all heard the servos moving as the Hunter started to bend to get a better look into the cubby.
Billy closed his eyes. He was ready to lose. He just wasn’t ready to fail. Not them. They deserved better, and it was that failure that was eating at him, as every choice he had made in the last two hours that lead them to this dark hole played back. If only he would have done that, or this, or turned here, or there. A wave of nausea flowed through him as the pit in his stomach overtook him.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
It was soft and distant, but Billy heard it just before he heard the servos stop.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
There it was again. As he heard it, Billy opened his eyes. Something, somewhere, was beating on a wall. The servos whined and the Hunter brought it’s back foot forward with a loud scrapping noise. It moved forward, the *Thump* of its front foot loud and impending as it moved away. The back foot dragged behind, speeding off as the Hunter went to investigate the new noise.
As the *Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*, *Scrape* got softer, Billy ventured a look out the opening and watched as the seven-foot tall metal Hunter rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
Billy scurried out of the hole, then turned to help the rest out as quickly and quietly as he could.
“Now what?” Aaron asked, ready to chase down the killer that they had just barely escaped.
“Now, we find a better hiding place and plan our attack.” Billy said, helping Mary to her feet.
“Are you sure that’s the best thing to do?” She asked as she took both of Henry’s hands in hers and helped him stand.
“I’m too tired to run, and hiding only works for so long.” Billy said as he pulled his fingers through his hair.
“We have to find a better hiding place.” Sally whispered.
“That thing is going to come back. They always come back.” John added as he held onto his sister’s hand.
Aaron’s eyes flashed. “That thing killed my sister. And you just want me to… hide?” Aaron stepped toward the twin’s, looking down on them as he clenched his fists.
“Shhh, it’s going to hear us.” Mary put her hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “Not here. It’s going to come back.” Aaron turned, flashing his anger at her. Mary smiled, weak as it was, trying to defuse the moment. “Aaron, we need to run. We need to listen to Billy.”
“Aaron, she’s right.” Henry spoke. Aaron’s anger flashed away as he looked down at his brother. It was the first time he had spoken since they had found him huddled up next to his sister’s corpse. After a pause, one that felt like minutes, Billy finally spoke.
“Ok, then. Let’s go this way.” Billy pointed in the opposite direction that the Hunter had gone. “And see if we can’t find a better hiding place.”
Filed under: Flash Fiction Tagged: TWW
Hide and Seek…
*Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*, *Scrape*
The thump was heavy and the scraping noise was metallic. Billy could almost see the sparks it caused as he held his finger up to his lips, letting the other four kids know they needed to be quiet, even though it seemed a silly thing to do as the imminent danger they were in would have ensured their silence anyway.
But Billy, being fourteen and the oldest, was unceremoniously elected the leader, even though using the word ‘elected’ was just as much of a misnomer as say, calling the cubby hole the five of them were currently hunkered down in a grand hall. However, he still felt it was his responsibility to make sure they all stayed safe.
He looked around the hole, light from the grate allowing him to see the faces of his charges. There was Sally and John, ten-year old twin gingers who shared a close bond that was now being expressed as they held each other closely. Henry was the youngest at 9, and even though he was the kid who everyone would vote as the most fearless, he sat as far away from the opening as he could, with his knees pulled to his chest. No one could blame him though, because if they had seen what he had seen, none of them would have been any better.
Mary was the mom of the group and even though she was only just turned 13, she had a nurturing side to her that held them together. Like she was right now as she did her best to comfort Henry, throwing an arm around his shoulder and doing her best to comfort him.
Then there was Aaron. Aaron was 12 and Henry’s older brother. It was mostly because of Aaron that Billy held his finger up. Billy knew that if he wasn’t sitting next to the grate, Aaron’s anger would get the better of him and he would be out in the hallway ready to fight, but Billy knew this was a less than optimal situation, so hiding was their best chance at survival.
*Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*
Billy’s heart beat faster and he held his breath as the polished metal foot landed on the floor right outside of the entrance to their hiding spot. He waited for the scraping noise and it wasn’t until he felt the burning in his lungs that he realized exactly how long had passed since the Hunter had stopped moving. He slowly tried to breathe as quietly as he could, afraid that it would hear them.
He heard the whirring noise of servo’s and saw metallic fingers stretch toward the grate that hid them. Billy pushed back as far as he could, holding back Aaron who was moving forward. He looked at Aaron and shook his head as he scrunched his face in fear and desperation.
The fingers locked on the grate, pushing through the grill and clenched, bending the metal vents. Billy heard Mary gasp and only hoped that the metal crunching noise masked it. The Hunter pulled on the grate, popping it off with ease and flung it to the floor. They all heard the servos moving as the Hunter started to bend to get a better look into the cubby.
Billy closed his eyes. He was ready to lose. He just wasn’t ready to fail. Not them. They deserved better, and it was that failure that was eating at him, as every choice he had made in the last two hours that lead them to this dark hole played back. If only he would have done that, or this, or turned here, or there. A wave of nausea flowed through him as the pit in his stomach overtook him.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
It was soft and distant, but Billy heard it just before he heard the servos stop.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
There it was again. As he heard it, Billy opened his eyes. Something, somewhere, was beating on a wall. The servos whined and the Hunter brought it’s back foot forward with a loud scrapping noise. It moved forward, the *Thump* of its front foot loud and impending as it moved away. The back foot dragged behind, speeding off as the Hunter went to investigate the new noise.
As the *Thump*, *Scrape*, *Thump*, *Scrape* got softer, Billy ventured a look out the opening and watched as the seven-foot tall metal Hunter rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
Billy scurried out of the hole, then turned to help the rest out as quickly and quietly as he could.
“Now what?” Aaron asked, ready to chase down the killer that they had just barely escaped.
“Now, we find a better hiding place and plan our attack.” Billy said, helping Mary to her feet.
“Are you sure that’s the best thing to do?” She asked as she took both of Henry’s hands in hers and helped him stand.
“I’m too tired to run, and hiding only works for so long.” Billy said as he pulled his fingers through his hair.
“We have to find a better hiding place.” Sally whispered.
“That thing is going to come back. They always come back.” John added as he held onto his sister’s hand.
Aaron’s eyes flashed. “That thing killed my sister. And you just want me to… hide?” Aaron stepped toward the twin’s, looking down on them as he clenched his fists.
“Shhh, it’s going to hear us.” Mary put her hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “Not here. It’s going to come back.” Aaron turned, flashing his anger at her. Mary smiled, weak as it was, trying to defuse the moment. “Aaron, we need to run. We need to listen to Billy.”
“Aaron, she’s right.” Henry spoke. Aaron’s anger flashed away as he looked down at his brother. It was the first time he had spoken since they had found him huddled up next to his sister’s corpse. After a pause, one that felt like minutes, Billy finally spoke.
“Ok, then. Let’s go this way.” Billy pointed in the opposite direction that the Hunter had gone. “And see if we can’t find a better hiding place.”
Filed under: Flash Fiction Tagged: TWW
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Seriously…
They sat on the bed of the truck, looking out at the island when Diane turned to Tom and said, “Have you ever wondered how they did it?”
“Did what?”
“Got all the stuff out there to build that house.”
Tom just turned toward her and stared hard, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s been there for over a hundred years, right? It’s not like they could use a helicopter or a crane.”
“I just… I just can’t even.” He mimicked the popular phrase.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do you realize how absolutely ridiculous you sound?” Her face turned down and she started to pout. Feeling bad for making her feel stupid, he finally just told her. “They walked it out there.”
“You mean, on the water?” His stunned silence gave her a moment to ponder the thought. “I guess that could happen. But I didn’t think it was two-thousand years old.
“I’m sorry… what???”
“Well, Jesus built it, of course. After all, he was a carpenter, right?”
Filed under: Micro Fiction Tagged: FFfAW
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Seriously…
They sat on the bed of the truck, looking out at the island when Diane turned to Tom and said, “Have you ever wondered how they did it?”
“Did what?”
“Got all the stuff out there to build that house.”
Tom just turned toward her and stared hard, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s been there for over a hundred years, right? It’s not like they could use a helicopter or a crane.”
“I just… I just can’t even.” He mimicked the popular phrase.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do you realize how absolutely ridiculous you sound?” Her face turned down and she started to pout. Feeling bad for making her feel stupid, he finally just told her. “They walked it out there.”
“You mean, on the water?” His stunned silence gave her a moment to ponder the thought. “I guess that could happen. But I didn’t think it was two-thousand years old.
“I’m sorry… what???”
“Well, Jesus built it, of course. After all, he was a carpenter, right?”
Filed under: Micro Fiction Tagged: FFfAW
Of Petroglyphs and Meanings…
The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. And as Dr. Archibald Diggery studied them, he began to regale of their meanings in a most stupendous fashion.
“First, ‘Darkness. Then there was a great battle.” He flailed his arms around almost knocking off his pith hat. “Afterwards, there was a mighty feast, celebrating the conquering of the darkness.” He moved along the wall, reading. “A great fire erupted in the sky, killing many people. See how they run around here. Then finally, the fire died out and the great evil ‘Darkness’ returned.”
“What do you think Tomas?”
“Sir?”
“Of the petroglyphs.”
“Oh, well, I think someone just painted the different positions of the sun throughout the day.” He said, arms folded and very matter-of-factly. “I mean, that’s just what I see, sir.” He added as the professor glared at him from under his bushy white eyebrows.
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: MFtS
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Of Petroglyphs and Meanings…
The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. And as Dr. Archibald Diggery studied them, he began to regale of their meanings in a most stupendous fashion.
“First, ‘Darkness. Then there was a great battle.” He flailed his arms around almost knocking off his pith hat. “Afterwards, there was a mighty feast, celebrating the conquering of the darkness.” He moved along the wall, reading. “A great fire erupted in the sky, killing many people. See how they run around here. Then finally, the fire died out and the great evil ‘Darkness’ returned.”
“What do you think Tomas?”
“Sir?”
“Of the petroglyphs.”
“Oh, well, I think someone just painted the different positions of the sun throughout the day.” He said, arms folded and very matter-of-factly. “I mean, that’s just what I see, sir.” He added as the professor glared at him from under his bushy white eyebrows.
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: MFtS
Awkward Conversations…
“Whats stuck up your butt?”
“Thermometer.”
“What?”
“You asked. I answered. Why the shock?”
“Wait just a second. You mean to say… you have a thermometer… stuck… up…”
“Yep.”
“That’s got to hurt.”
“Only when I laugh. Or fart.”
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: Grammar Ghoul
Awkward Conversations…
“Whats stuck up your butt?”
“Thermometer.”
“What?”
“You asked. I answered. Why the shock?”
“Wait just a second. You mean to say… you have a thermometer… stuck… up…”
“Yep.”
“That’s got to hurt.”
“Only when I laugh. Or fart.”
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