That was some some fun dialogue. I have wondered what every dog that has been a part of my life was thinking. Sometimes they tilt their heads in a special way. Or they bark just a bit differently than usual. And I wonder why.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, although it did make me wish that we still had some of our precious fur babies. In the span of just over a year, we lost our dog and cats. I miss them all.
2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV: "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land".
If we're talking about the real world, I'm surprised that there are not more stories like this one. Having been abused myself and having spent time in a women's shelter, the reality appears to be that people who are abused keep going back to their abusers. Eventually they may try to escape. And if tragedy occurs, it's usually to the recipient of the abuse.
That's a wonderful story. There have been a few times in my adult life that food was either minimal or nonexistent. Once, my first husband and I had only one can of baked beans. Another time, we had pancake mix but nothing to put on them or in them. Of course, even though we both worked and he handled the money, my mother-in-law blamed me. She had no idea what was really going on in our house. But that's a story that I rarely tell.
Reading about "my cupboard is bare soup" reminded me of stone soup. I would definitely prefer what you described.
I wonder how many of us do what you did - sign up, then forget to log in regularly. I did. But I joined on September 3, 2001. 8 days later, this site became a very important place for me to connect with people around the country and the world.
After that, I tried to win every contest that I could so that I could either get points or a free membership for a prize. It worked. I also met my hubby here and we have been married since February 23, 2005.
I hope that you are enjoying the anniversary festivities.
I can relate to this one. But I was only in my 40s when I couldn't start the lawn mower. And I was strong otherwise. My son and his dad called me "ant woman" because while they were away at the grocery store or getting haircuts, I would decide to move a huge antique dresser from the bedroom to the living room so that buyers wouldn't have to go into our bedroom.
So...perhaps starting a lawn mower does have to do with the height factor. Or maybe they just don't like women.
Whoa. I was not expecting that. There she was being the normal, sweet woman, oooo-ing and awww-ing at appropriate places on the pages of her Facebook friends. She showered, fed her pets, read her emails and deleted spam.
And then she began the story that had been percolating since she awakened. About a bloody murder.
I get it. Sometimes God insists on teaching us something. I can imagine how frustrating it had to be to have beet juice everywhere. Like you, I love them. But they are messy. Thanks so much for sharing God's lesson with us.
I hope that you are participating in the 24th anniversary festivities.
Have I ever told you about a fellow I knew in Texas who wrote and rewrote poetry for 20 years? A friend of a friend knew that I was a moderator here and, at the time, I was getting paid to write for about 8 websites and was the community news editor for our local newspaper. He suggested that I might help his friend figure out which of his many rewrites were the best. In every case, my opinion was that the first poem was best. Tweaking ruined most of them.
That being said, I enjoyed reading your work of heart aloud.
I hope that you are enjoying the 24th anniversary festivities.
I thoroughly enjoyed this one. EMTs tell us that the 2 most frequent things that they hear from people who have been injured and think that they are dying are the Lord's Prayer and the 23rd Psalm. Even people who haven't been to church in decades remember the words that they were taught as a child by their parents or spiritual leaders.
I really enjoyed reading your poem aloud, GERVIC . The words flowed nicely, the rhythm was great, as were your rhymes.
This verse really spoke to me:
The quiet January night descends, with snowflakes soft and slow,
A blanket for the sleeping world, where dreams of healing grow.
The cross, a patient silhouette, against the moonlit scene,
Holds whispers of forgiveness, where burdens intervene.
What a fun idea, to rewrite fairy tales. What if they didn't live happily ever after? What if the princesses were not all so well put together? What if a princess's hair kept escaping its bun?
Yesterday, I found a writer who was rewriting nursery rhymes to give them better endings. Why not give fairy tales bad endings?
Here we are celebrating the fact that Writing.com has now been here for 24 years. What a wonderful celebration we're having. So, as I started to read this, I almost decided to pass and not finish reading it. I have always been a positive person and do not understand these who choose to believe that the world is a horrible place.
It is my hope that you will also share some positive thoughts.
Yowzer. That was not the ending that I expected. Oh, I won't pretend that I didn't know that your character was up to no good, but it was definitely not what I expected. Well done.
Hope you are having a good time at the anniversary celebrations.
I really enjoyed reading this aloud, winklett . (That is the only way to read poetry, of course. ) The words just tumbled off my tongue as I spoke them. I have to admit that I had to read it aloud a few times before I was convinced that I understood exactly what you were saying. But that's okay. Oftentimes, poetry is like abstract art. Plus you did explain that it was for a magic poetry contest and magic is something that I have never understood.
I adored your title, by the way. Titles are some of my favorite things.
Hope you are having a great time at the anniversary celebration.
Thanks for the giggle. I was the best tree climber in my neighborhood growing up, probably partially because we had some wonderful trees in our backyard and I got plenty of practice.
I never thought about having curves being the reason that I stopped climbing trees. It was just because I grew up. Yes, there were a few times that I climbed trees as an adult. Perhaps I was not curvaceous enough to have the curves get in the way.
It's so sad that, as a country, the United States pretty much ignores mental health issues until they become a serious problem, resulting in someone having to call 911.
Thanks for sharing your creativity. And your faith.
I stumbled upon your writing as I hit the "Read and review" button. You are so right about how you see the world around us. People are definitely worshiping other people and ignoring God. It's sad.
I did find a place where there is a word missing.
I say that there is for we still food to eat.
Based on the sentence before this one, it looks like you left out the word "need".
That appears to be terribly paranoid, indeed. Caulking cracks where cameras might be hidden? Painting over mirrors? Wow. But then the character mentions emails with details that only the recipient should know? Hmmm.
You told the story well in few words. But I question the wisdom of compromising on values that are important. The Bible teaches that we should be equally yoked. I think that our divorce rate is so high because we have ignored that.
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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