We were to meet in the courtyard on our return. We didn't find the lost civilization. We need to know if the other team succeeded, but through April, May, and into June there was no word of John, Ross, Giles, and the others. Maybe the stories of cannibalism were true! Fictional story written for 50... Continue Reading →
Become like the hawk, Use your God-given wisdom. Knowledge that abides. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, January 30, 2019: Hawk.
A Jasper from a government agency, Said he knew all about exploding bombs. So, he came out to our desert retreat, Strutting with exaggerated skill and aplomb. We showed him the unexploded package, And advised that he shouldn't stand so near, But he sneered and paid us no nevermind. Now, he won't see the end... Continue Reading →
Douglas came home with great news yesterday. He had won his second Platinum award at his job. What this means is that for the second time, he had earned 20 employee awards, a total of forty awards in less than eight years! I am so proud of him, but I am not surprised that his... Continue Reading →
Don’t call everything a conspiracy, like they do, and don’t live in dread of what frightens them. Isaiah 8:12 Written for One-Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill. I thought this was a great saying for today when fear is used by advertisers and politicians to sell their products or sway opinions.
Though warned by the townspeople That there would be no help for miles, Nellie and her crew kept walking, To see the mountain with a strange smile. They were told of bad things happening, But Nellie did not believe in superstition. So, onward she and her people went. They weren't giving up on their mission.... Continue Reading →
This rainbow colored blouse is a anomaly in my closet. I usually stick to plaids or stripes, with at most two different colors. Douglas talked me into buying this blouse at the Goodwill store, as he thought I needed to be more colorful on our trip to Spain. With a red jacket, blue glass frames,... Continue Reading →
What's more important? Shallow souls think it's good looks. I choose a good heart. Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge by Devereaux Frazier, January 29, 2019: a haiku with the words shallow souls.
Karla sat on her front porch waiting for the storyteller to appear. The old woman always wore a sweater embroidered with books. She came each Tuesday afternoon, seemingly out of nowhere, taking up residence in the entrance to a nearby field. The storyteller always had an inviting smile, drawing the children and their parents from... Continue Reading →