Is it the blue of the sky With white clouds skudding by Or the blue of the lake Where white bubbles brake. Reflections tease us Reflections please us. Is it up or is it down Is it a smile or a frown. Is the log floating or flying Are those trees or rushes. Reflections tease us Reflections please us. Ripples spreading from the to the center Waters so clear you want to enter Will you sink or will you swim Or will you fly or dive within. Reflections tease us Reflections please us.
Dan Antion has invited us to take part in “The Forth Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge which officially began on Wednesday, May 1st. The challenge runs the entire month of May. You can submit as many entries as you like. If you want to join the fun, pick a door, write a story, poem, novel, screenplay, musical score – anything at all – as long as it’s inspired by that door image. The completed entries and images to use are in the gallery on Dan’s page along with the Rules .
I have written a little “prosetry” an almost story/ almost poem about a hungry Vampire. Can you see her in the shadows?
In the shadows she stands jealously watching those who walk in the sun. Fingers ripping at her skin,slowly her blood drips down her white face. Longingly, she weaves her dreams where her hopes are spun. Watching those who live in the light, her thoughts so dark. She wants their bodies, she craves their souls She needs their blood and to devour them whole. Her eyes searching for a victim to lure To infect a victim, her motives unpure. She watches as a young man walking home. The burning ache deep within her drives her to distraction. She aches for him, she burns for him she cannot find satisfaction. Blood lust makes her bold and brazen she steps out of the shadows to catch his eye. He moves towards her in the shadows Excited by what he sees. Her body barely covered by her cloak. Attracted by her jet black eyes and her skin so white His juices rising from deep within …a desperate need to taste her. Come, she whispers licking her lips He slides his hands along her hips She acts all soft and coy Moving her body into his, he’s suddenly filled with joy. He thinks she likes him, that he will have his way Unsuspecting he follows her deeper into the shadows. Away from human hustle and lights they move away The danger lights should be flashing , the warnings he refuses to see Too busy to notice her eyes change colour and her lips flush blood red. She lets him slip inside of her she still likes to feel desired She lets him reach his highest delight, as her fangs sink in his neck. She sucked him dry and for a second mourned before leaving him for dead.
Welcome to Thursday Doors! This is a weekly challenge for people who love doors and architecture to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos, drawings, or other images or stories from around the world. If you’d like to join us, simply create your own Thursday Doors post each (or any) week and then share a link to your post in the comments on Dan’s blog at Nofacilities, anytime between 12:01 am Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time). If you like, you can add our badge to your post.
Bother muttered Alice, enough already. Rabbits, Madhatters,and Walruses. How much more could her brain take?Just when she thought she was free she was presented with a multiple choice of doors. She opened the middle door.Too find a smiling Queen of Hearts with her axe raised!
Welcome to Thursday Doors! This is a weekly challenge for people who love doors and architecture to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos, drawings, or other images or stories from around the world. If you’d like to join us, simply create your own Thursday Doors post each (or any) week and then share a link to your post in the comments on Dan Antion’s blog at No Facilities, anytime between 12:01 am Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time). If you like, you can add our badge to your post.
in primo piano – photos
I don’t know why but my mind has taken me back to hight of the pandemic when my mother in law had a stroke, was taken into hospital where she caught covid and after a brief spell of recovery she died not long after her 100th birthday.
It was a hard time … No visitors were allowed on covid wards in fact no one apart from staff and the sick were allowed in hospitals. But as it was her 100th birthday hubby was asked if he would like to join the ward staff as they celebrated her birthday. He went and they kitted him out in PPE and he had an hour or so helping her celebrate. We all hoped she would get through the covid but sadly she did not . She made it to 100, she was determined to , she had a lovely birthday party and thankfully one of her children was with her.💜💜 Mother in laws birthday was in May she died the next month.
Empty corridorsThis belies how desperately busy hospitals wereSo strangely empty no one wandering around, no clinics just desperately busy wards.No visitors allowedcovid wardour front door Empty streets everyone indoorsThe ward staff singing happy birthday.Mum in lawCake and presents.
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