Wordless Wednesday

Teddy and Ozzie my oldest friends.đź’śđź’ś

Big brown eyes

That light the skies

Soft and gentle always there,

How many secrets do we share.

You kept me company day and night

You always made the bad things right.

You know all there is to know

About me and that is why I love you so.

I grew up and you came too, Always make me smile when I am blue.

You watch over me night and day

I love you Ted is what I need to say.

Ted and Ozzie the perfect pair

I can’t remember a time that you weren’t there.

The foundations of my childhood years

You brightened my days and calmed my night time fears.

Always with me always there

You take away my adult care.

Wordless Wednesday 7/8/19.

© willowdot21. 2019

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 139 #Poet’sChoice

Today is the first Tuesday of this month so we get to choose the words for our prompt today. Today I want to try my hand at a Haiga. I have chosen the two words, Precious and Deep. My life is a little Deep at the moment and there are many things there in so precious to me.

Beware

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Wordless Wednesday. Fordson Standard N Vintage Tractor 1938

© willowdot21.2019.

Thursday photo prompt: Aflame #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an empty landscape beneath a blue sky. Darkness gathers above the horizon and between land and cloud, the sky is aflame…

AFLAME.

Mathew answered Rachel’s howl silently and carefully non telepathically . He knew she would not hear him but also he knew she would understand why he could not answer her.

Looking to the horizon he saw the the sunrise approaching , time to find shelter with the other vampires he was tired, obviously not physically tired but mentally. He was tired of pretending to be part of this rabble of young and surprisingly viscous vampires. Only last night he had had to take part in destroying an entire village of humans. Men women and children slaughtered, these young creatures barely a couple of hundred years old drained and then ripped apart the humans leaving them strewn around like so much detritus. They ate and drunk of the humans stores, so much that they were beyond drunk. Worst of all was how they sort out the good looking males and females and repeatedly used and abused them before draining them of their lives blood, that was at least merciful end to their torture . Not that any of this rabble had any idea what mercy was.

Corvus buzzed around Mathew’s head telling him that Rachel, Lisa and Hope had reached Ewan’s castle and than Ewan was preparing his men for battle. Good, thought Mathew and he dipped his head as Corvus flew off in to the flame red dawn. Slowly he turned towards the dark woods where they were spending this day. As he approached he could hear the screams of the humans that had been kept alive for entertainment . Why, he wondered, had they not had enough to satisfy their blood lust during the night.

The poor unfortunates were pegged to trees and the ground stripped naked and they looked terrified, rightly so, mused Mathew as he passed them. Carefully, so as not to be seen he ripped out the hearts of the younger ones so as to dispatched them without anymore suffering.

Back at Silverman beach Rachel looked toward the dawn sky was it aflame with light or fire or just a reflection of the bloody war .

Calador stood on the ramparts of the elves stronghold, wandering where and how Lisa and Hope were faring. Were they even alive, he put so much faith in Lisa’s magic and Rachel’s strength and determination. At that moment the sky became aflame with the dawn. Calador took this as a good omen, what else could he do?

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Wordless Wednesday. Lost Socks in a Pub.

One-Liner Wednesday True

We were out walking Ruby last week and we met another dog walker. He had a lovely spaniel. He was telling us this was really his wife’s dog.

Dog walker: “She insisted on another dog, I really did want another, but a new dog is cheaper than a divorce!”

This is part of Lindaghill’s #1lineWeds.

Twittering Tales #146 – 23 July 2019. The last farewell.

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Opening her eyes she was free, no more pain not even that of leaving them behind.
One last look at all she had done and written, she saw all the people she had touched. He was there young and fit and smiling at her. Come he said let’s dive the water is so clear. Together they did.

(280 Characters)

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales. I hope no one minds that that I tweeked the image and written a tiny tribute to HĂ©lène Valiant,. God rest her soul.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

photo prompt!

The package.

Image from Pixabay

Six

O’clock

Amazon

Has been to call

And left the parcel

Outside against the wall.

Jen arrives and parks her bike

This house is still not quite a home

For he is away and she’s alone.

Then she sees the package outside the door.

Full of excitement she gathers it up.

She rushed in doors to open it

It’s a beautiful photo book

Delighted she takes a look

There he is full of smiles

Waving to her from

Across the miles

Suddenly

They are

One.

This is the new mid month photo challenge for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. I have chosen to tell a story in the form of a Double Etheree.

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