Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 2019

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s of Like Mercury Colliding prompt for Twittering Tales.

Photo by Pexel @ Pixabay.com

Someone had to stay up all day and night to keep the fires hot. It was so important that the alixier was maintained at 275 F. Douglas was tired of breathing life into dying embers. This job was far beneath his potential. He was a mighty dragon, sadly enslaved to a vain witch!

(278 Characters)

Ps. Now we all know what happened to Puff the Magic Dragon AKA Douglas.

Twittering Tales #118 – 8 January 2019.

This is my entry to Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding fame’s Twittering Tales.

Trouble in heaven and hell.

Satan hated January, Dry, Vegan, Veggie, No Smoking month! Those humans were always so good at the start of the year. Nevermind come February and the smiles would be wiped from Gabe and the guys upstairs faces. Back to drinking, gluttony and good old St. Valentines debourchery.
(278 Characters)

Twittering Tales #117 – 1 January 2019

This is the first Twittering Tales of 2019. Thank you Kat for hosting this for another year.

Trouble in Heaven

George the parrot was back. Michael and Azriel fed the errant bird.
Gabriel arrived, delighted to see his pet. “I wander where he has been” he asked. George looked him in the eye and said. “Gabe’s a twit Gabe’s a twit”Gabriel was furious.In the distance Satan cackled. God coughed.
(280 Characters)

Twittering Tales #115 – 18 December 2018

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

Photo by Free Photo on Pixabay.com

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.
(280 Characters)

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

This is my entry for Twittering Talesfrom Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Ding ding dell.

“Someone stop those bells. I can’t think straight. This well is so deep. Hey, Puss are you okay.I can’t see you.
Who pushed you was it that Tommy Thin guy, he’s a nasty bloke! Don’t worry I am absailing down as we speak. Got ya! Come on your safe now. My name? It is Jonny Stout.”
(279 Characters)

Twittering Tales #110 – 13 November 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales.

By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

Bahaha!

“Who are ewe? new here?”

“We’re trinity.”

“Well you’re welcome to join our flock.”

“Thanks but we have heaven to run.”

“Why you here?”

“Aup! Ladies is this a new shepherd?”

“No I am said trinity. That’s lost boy Azriel.”

Gabriel was tearing his hair out to the sound of Satan’s laugh!
(278 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

More Trouble for Heaven

Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com

“What, d’you mean he’s removed all photos from earth.” God was in no mood for riddles. Gabriel had that pained look that Michael and St Peter had grown to fear.
Satan, knee deep in photos giggling happily. “All I asked Azriel to do was to put me in the picture.”Gabriel screamed.
(278 Characters)

Firework Night Naani

Flash green, red and gold

Stars shoot up the sky

Booms make your blood run cold

Smells,tomato soup/ onions fry.

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Image from Pixabay

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Kat Myrman is writing a Naani every day this month.

A Naani’s Naani

Ritu, my blog Sis at butismileanyway.com , reminded me that Nanni means maternal Grandmother.

So here is Naani about a Naani.

Naani

Tender arms hold you tight

As they did your mother

Helping young mum’s to get

Things right. Making Memories.

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Kat Myrman is writing a Naani every day this month.

Golden Sunset. *Naani.

Golden Sunset blinds

Our eyes. Hues of red

And yellow fill the skies.

Evenings draw in as home we fly.

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Kat Myrman inspired me to wrote the poem. It’s form is called *Naani. Kat is written one each day this month.

*The Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.

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