Archive | October, 2013

Patricia Saves The World

30 Oct

1 November 2013

For Friday Fictioneers..come on over for a visit!

Copyright - C. Hase
Photo copyright:
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Patricia Saves The World

I can’t understand when you all talk at the same time..
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Oh my God..seriously?
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Of course I believe you, you have never lied to me before.
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What do you need me to do?
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We are going to be horribly outnumbered, I’ll see if I can get some friends to help us out. 
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Yes I know, discretion is the word, we don’t want them to suspect that we know.
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You’re sure they didn’t realize that you were listening?
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Good!
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The koi scatter to the shadowy edges of the pond as the orderly approaches
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Come along Patricia, it’s time for your meds.
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Pierre’s Demise

27 Oct

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction

it can be found here: Photo Fiction: October 27th 2013

Please pay a visit, we are waiting for you!

31 10 October 27th 2013

Pierre was out for his morning stroll. So caught up was he with the beauty of the early fog that he was not paying attention to where he was going.

He got a glimpse of bus number 42, Lincoln to Treadway, reflecting in the puddle a split second before he splattered on its bumper like a june bug on a hot summer’s night.

The bus driver had seen him beginning to cross but refused to slam on his brakes for fear of endangering the lives of his full load of passengers just to spare the life of one.

Audible groans were heard from all aboard as the stench of skunk quickly permeated the vehicle’s interior.

Pierre’s final revenge..

Lone Wolf

26 Oct

Ligo Haibun Challenge – 24/10-31/10

“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”  ― George Carlin

A-US-Antarctic-Program-participant-enjoys-a-walk-under-a-full-moon-at-Amundsen-Scott-South-Pole-Station-on-June-19-2008.-National-Science-FoundationCalee-Allen-960x626Another night of insomnia brings me outdoors beneath a howling moon yet the only sound for miles is the crunching of the snow beneath my boots.  In the bitter cold, my warm breath forms crystals in the air as my shadow follows me acoss the fields. Times like these I think of you.

though many miles apart

we stand together

beneath the same moon

Perhaps the wolf is silent tonight because she’s missing a loved one. Perhaps she wanders in the moonlight hoping a certain someone will look up a the splendid sky and think of her.

a silent wolf

wanders alone

beneath full cold moon

 

 

Cruising Bar

26 Oct
Trifextra: Week Ninety-One
It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.
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We saw the beast the second she entered, a million dollar face and cantaloupe breasts, circling the room like a vulture. Pity the back of her skirt was caught up in her panties..
 
It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.6aZ20H5z.dpuf
Trifextra: Week Ninety-One

Carpe Diem’s Tanka Shrine #1

24 Oct

Carpe Diem’s Tanka Shrine #1, “Small footprints” by Marika Kitakubo

This month’s Tanka is written by:

Banner Mariko Kitakubo

fine snow
of New Year’s Day,
small footprints
lead to grandma’s gate
before the shrine
footprints-in-sand
leaving for heaven
she did not travel alone
one set of footprints
led to grandma
as Jesus carried the babe
                        pmc 24/10/13

Keyboard Blues

23 Oct

For Friday Fictioneers  25 October 2013

dismantled keyboard

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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I asked him a million times to stop playing that damned keyboard when I was home, but week after week I had to remind him again.

The only song he knew  was ” Michael Row Your Boat Ashore”, as he played you could hear him reciting the numbers from the instruction booklet 1-3-5-3….. It was driving me insane.

On a particular morning when insomnia and misophonia united, I put an end to the misery. Admittedly, it was very therapeutic.

Dave walked into the parlor and looked down at the  mess.

“Why?”

” Crunch your corn flakes this morning and you’ll see first hand..”

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misophonia

Ligo haibun “treasure”

22 Oct

Ligo Haibun Challenge – 18/10 – 24/10

“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.”
Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

The scuffed and worn leather of a suitcase, a testament to thousands of miles of travel.

A passport, its pages filled to the frayed edges with the stamps of countless destinations. All in the search of treasure.

But what is a treasure? Is it the proverbial pirate’s booty or is it possible that it is the memories that you bring away with you from each trip?

When I close my eyes I can conjure , at will, the red sand dunes of Prince Edward Island or the warm waters of the Gulf Of Mexico. These are my treasures. They can neither be bought nor sold, yet to me they are priceless.

the treasures I have

are never any further

than a daydream away

The Earl

20 Oct

http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/10/20/photo-fiction-october-20th-2013

30 10 October 20th 2013

The Earl of Blarney displayed the family crest in a place of honor just inside the door of the pub so that it could be admired by all who entered. While he wiped out glasses and polished the already gleaming bar he would regale the tourists with tales of his great-grandfather’s perils while under the service of the king. As the years passed, his ancestor’s achievements grew greater and explanations of the shield took on a disproportionate importance. In his stories many enemies were held back at the point of the sword and several dragons were slain. Not ever would he admit that great-grandpa’s role in the castle was as one of the king’s assayers.

F.S.F Malice

18 Oct

The Culling Of The Fold

sheepThe malice with which they attacked was akin to killing a fly with a barrage of cannon balls.

The albinos gave him everything they had and more.

With hooves, horns and curses they flew at him until their rage subsided and he lay dying at their feet.

How dare he be different with his ebony coat.

A lesson needed to be taught, someone had to do the culling of the fold.

http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-malice/

Shopping..

16 Oct

Friday Fictioneers  18 October 2013

Please visit them all!

copyright -Janet Webb

copyright –Janet Webb

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When the twenty days of continuous rain wasn’t enough, they sent a two-day deluge. With the scouting team reporting no survivors, excitement grew. Success at last.
The group procured a trio of carts for their macabre  spree. With a great amount of pushing and grunting they went up and down the streets like shopping aisles scooping up  bloated bodies of mice and men and everything in between. When their baskets were full they returned to the parking lot where the groceries could be easily beamed up to the mother ship. The gatherers drooling in anticipation of their earthling delicacies.