18 Dec 2018 14 Comments
in Stories Tags: #115 – 18 December 2018, hidden, Kat Myrman, Twittering Tales
This is my entry for Twittering Tales brought to you care of Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.
Hidden.
Time had stopped. He’d lost all sense of time. Was it hours or days since mum had told him to stay silent and still. The sound of boots on the stairs grew louder. He stayed stock still not even breathing.
They dragged his family off.
Crushed into the train she prayed he’d survive.
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18 Dec 2018 13 Comments
in Poems, songs Tags: Colleen Chesebro, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday, POETRY CHALLENGES NO. 115, Synonyms only, SYNONYMS ONLY Fly and Sing
Todays Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenge prompt words are Fly and Sing. These words to be used as synonyms only.
Heavenly choirs
Spread news of the virgin birth
Great news for the earth
Angels full of truth and light
Bring to us great joy tonight
18 Dec 2018 14 Comments
in Poems Tags: #232 Foot&Mouth, #weekly Haiku, Poetry Prompt Challenge, Ronovanwrites
This week Ron at Ronovanwrites gave us the two prompt words of Foot and Mouth . I went for the obvious.
Two thousand and one
Smell, smoke, piles of dead cattle
Foot and mouth spread fast.
18 Dec 2018 2 Comments
Welcome Sarella, she has a lovely Christmas story to share!
A Christmas Present to remember
When I was a young girl, I used to spent my afternoons in the Fair trade shop which was located right next to our home. There was always a big table in the middle of the shop which invited people to sit down, have a slice of cake, a cup of coffee and a chat. Opposite the big grand piano, on which Herr Mueller would sometimes play Beethoven and other magnificent pieces, there was the jewellery section, which used to fascinate me so much. Even though I could barely reach the shelf with my nose tip, I would spent hours admiring all the handmade necklaces, earrings and one particular bracelet. It was an oval green limestone that had been polished and was fitted with thin leather straps. I remember that it had a little crack, right in the centre of the stone, but that didn’t…
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