Twittering Tales #115 – 18 December 2018

This is my entry for Twittering Tales brought to you care of Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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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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Thursday Photo Prompt:#writephoto Hidden.

This is my entry for #writephoto for Sue Vincent‘s prompt.

Who

Knows what

Lies beneath

The calm waters

Of this placid stream

Unseen currents forging

Ahead into the unknown

Belying the calm of above

Just as in life we forge on swan like

Thrashing madly underneath, feigning calm.

Song Lyric Sunday. Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

This week our prompt for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday is Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

Well I like this challenge.

I have chosen first Imogen Heap with Hide and Seek.

Another of my favourite singer songwriter’s clever songs.

Hide and seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

And for good measure an oldie Goldie written by the Beatles. Hey you’ve got to hide your love away. But with a modern twist here it is sung by the great Oasis

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love awayere I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Both sets of Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Love Is In Da Blog, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Contradiction, love letters,

It  is  Saturday  again  so  Bee at  Just  Fooling  Around With Bee said : So today’s prompt is:

Love letters

Use it in any way you want to. Just one word, both words, in other meanings, an anagram, photo, story, poetry, non-fiction…. ~ go wild!

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Just write with this prompt or head over to Linda’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” and be inspired by her. Or even more exciting: combine both 🙂.

Now that gives you a little choice 😉

Linda at  A Life in  progress said: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “contraction.”  Make the first word of your post a contraction. For extra points make the last word one too. Have fun!quickly
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Found,lost love letters hidden in plain sight.
Under the bookcase tied up with string.
When spotted her heart took flight.
Grabbing them quickly, her nerves went ping.

Dear Rebecca the first one read
I miss you , I need you by my side
Rebecca? she repeated, eyes wide
Shock, her name was, Cloe instead.

Not wanting to, yet desparate to know
She devowering every word, felt sick
Each reference to kiss or touch a blow.
Every endearment in her throat did stick

Good job, she mused, that he was gone
If still alive his life would not be worth a song
It was coming back to her now
His secretary was Rebecca skinny Sow!