Ah, distraction and vacation woes. Things can and do happen when our concentration is tested. Who hasn't operated with tunnel vision and something called auto drive. Poor Buddy had the best intentions and an important message to pass on. Being a parent has its moments. This is a great story for the prompt words. Happy account anniversary.
So many seemingly mundane events can and do trigger memories. It is amazing what our brains store and then shuffle to our current attention. I like your descriptions of the sunlight. Summer heat can seem endless. You discovered a refuge in books and they make great friends. Yes, what is important? Happy account anniversary.
I adore and respect anything Seussish. This is a fun, rollicking piece of poetry. The rhymes skip along at a great, enticing pace. I like the energy and the joie de vivre. Sibling rivalry/resentment is very real and something the cat in the hat recognizes. I noticed two minor bits to quibble about. You write or type "quite" in reference to the mother's song. Do you mean quiet? "So don't go to far" should be don't go too far. Thanks for the smile and happy account anniversary.
From the tone of this piece of poetry it is clear that you love your Siamese cat. I like the name Cookie, it is fun and sweet. Yes, I could believe a beloved pet is similar to a child. There are the snuggles and the inhibited play. The joy in the moment is contagious. Happy account anniversary.
This is a chilling tale. It contains good ol' greed and a hefty disregard for human life. Mrs. Henderson has become a cash cow with an anticipated forty year life span. Scary! I commend your imagination. All of this from three prompt words? Happy account anniversary.
You met the three hundred word challenge in composing this story and that is not an easy thing to do. I too believe meeting a fairy would be magical. Photos would suffice as both souvenir and evidence. I noticed two things. "The thing standing on me dresser" should be on my dresser, or is this Australian vernacular? "I stared Karen" should be I stared at Karen. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
The love you have for your unique child is front and center here. You have discovered the silver lining of autism. It is not all doom and gloom. An extended childhood does seem like a bonus. My aunt and uncle have a now adult autistic son and there have been many occasions/incidents. A sense of humour is invaluable. Happy account anniversary.
When is a penny not just a simple coin worth one measly cent? I imagine the special, unique coins are found in this manner jumbled amongst the others. That grouch has a windfall and may never bad mouth change ever again. Coins are often something that accumulates in our pockets and purses. This is a story depicting a slice of life and the joy of discovery. Happy account anniversary.
I like the perspective of this piece of writing. The narrator is the dying family member who then does die. I suppose everyone attempts to bargain with Death and delay their imminent demise. "There is enough written in your book of life." I like the idea of a book of life with pages and chapters. But is there ever enough in that book? "My breath went and didn't returned" should be didn't return.
"Wish my mother" should be I wish my mother. I suggest with the friendliest way Death came and brought his registration book with him. "I haven't ask any forgiveness" should be asked for any forgiveness. You write well and I understand what you are writing. There are a few issues related to English and that is probably a second or third language for you. Happy account anniversary.
This poem certainly reflects many emotions in its lines. How quickly brutal reality shattered a little boy's Christmas morning happiness. He had dreams, illusions when he first awakened. Too soon he learned he would rather have a living, breathing Mom than a new toy. I like the rhyming. It is not forced or clumsy. I have a suggestion. "Yet the house stands silent without a nary a sound." I believe that first a is not necessary. Happy account anniversary.
This is a beautiful letter full of reflections and shimmering memories. I like that it is all tied together with references to glittering stars and the skyscape of night. Stars do tend to encourage thinking. They are beyond our physical grasp, but their aloofness appeals to us. Who does not gaze at the sky and wonder about its vastness? All of this is like the passage of time. That amazing sky has endured many years, so much beyond our comprehension, yet it is common to everyone, every generation. First friendships are special as you illustrate. Happy account anniversary.
This poem is poignant with its what ifs, might-have-beens, hopes and dreams. I believe most people would, ideally, love to have their mothers live well into a good old age. Any life cut short is a tragedy, a loss of potential, but that of a young mother is especially devastating. There is raw emotion in this poem. "I imagine my mother at ninety." Hugs. Thank you for sharing.Happy account anniversary.
Now that is a twist of an ending. I cannot fathom losing track of an old acquaintance whom I considered my inferior and then discovering he was the judge determining my sentence. I like that final thought. The narrator is stunned, but still considers the judge to be little ol' Binky someone who should be non-threatening. This is well-paced and amusing. You have created a memorable character. Happy account anniversary.
This poem does summarize motherhood. The title says it all, too. Mother and child need each other. The rhymes are great and unforced. Cuddles and smiles are a Mom's reward. I agree with the following line. " Mother is so amazing." I can sense your love here. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
This poem flows and rhymes effortlessly. I must confess I have never before wondered what a tree might say. A tree could believe us to be flighty and without strong roots. ""In fine greenery they'd all be dressed." "What could be better than being a tree." It could be a serene lifestyle. Happy account anniversary.
This is hilarious! If ever I wondered what it would be like to co-exist with a meddling ghost, I now know and am forewarned. You created unforgettable images that whirl 'round in my brain. Yes, I imagine a spinning turkey would make for an amusing video begging to be shared. I appreciate the husband's low key response to a turkey flung across the kitchen. Cranberry sauce splashed in a sink? Yuck, but an impressive sight. Thanks for the laughs.
With this poem you have illustrated that happiness can be fleeting, elusive, a shape-shifter. It is never a constant, a given, a surety. So many things affect it. Our current desires change it. Our moods colour it. Our jobs, our careers shape it. Thank you for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
This is beautiful and poignant. There needs to be more sermons like this and ministers like Timothy. I like him. Quoting Tiny Tim shows him to be an of-the-people-kind-of-guy. Too often we judge others and condemn them for their circumstances. Thanks for sharing and Merry Christmas.
Ooo, that is an unexpected surprise ending. Shenanigans and secrets all behind the bride-to-be's back. Will the two star attendees use the snowstorm as an excuse? This is a great response to the prompt. I have a suggestion. Smacking Jeff's butt has an awkward verb tense. Perhaps write after smacking Jeff's butt to replace "after smacked on Jeff's butt."Congrats on your win.
Bah humbug! That know-it-all blue-striped pajama clad Grinch became a thief. He snatched your innocence, your belief in magic. Sure, you had questions, but you would have reached your own conclusion when you were ready. Why hurry that? We all grow up soon enough. This line is poignant. "From that moment forward, I began missing something- a package of wonder wrapped in white magic." I enjoyed the descriptions of your big brother attempting to educate the parents and their refusal to be bamboozled. To write he presented as an overachiever sums up his character. Your chicken farmer father's no nonsense approach is delightful. When someone talks s*** bring up the undeniable qualities of chicken manure. I enjoyed reading this and thanks for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
Whew, this is indeed a creepy story! If this had been a book, I could truthfully state I could not put it down. You held my interest from the first word to the last. I like the premise, a revenge killing involving a bewitched cameo. Alas, the eager, vengeful daughter forgot the ominous warning. This gives new meaning to the descriptors 'old prune' or 'mummified old hag'. I noticed one spelling error. "Her skin more taught" should be her skin more taut. Thanks for this delightful read and happy account anniversary.
Wow and ewww! This does make me wonder about Jack the Ripper. Was he actually hunting for meat as in human flesh to prepare an exotic dish for Queen Victoria? Whose kidney was in that steak and kidney pie? That liver could be accurately described as fresh. This is a different angle and plausible. Why did Jack murder? Your story is deliciously creepy. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, there is no agony quite like that of a full, demanding, impatient bladder. Most likely everyone has experienced Kelly's predicament especially as a traveler. The joke delivered by her boyfriend was not received at the best time. Sometimes, laughter is difficult to contain. I commiserate with Kelly. You created a sympathetic, relatable character in Kelly. Thanks for the chuckles. Happy account anniversary.
This is a fun story to read and it moves naturally, with a realistic flow. Everyone has at least one something that they dislike and try to avoid. Hey, we're not all swimmers. Alex faced his fear and survived. He barely had time to bask in that accomplishment before his annoying little sister ruined the moment. lesson? There will always be something for your sibling to tease you with. "I picked the rope up and walked the under it." Either a word is missing which would make sense for the to be where it is, or the is unnecessary. Thanks for this amusing story and happy account anniversary.
I too sometimes wonder about what if our furniture, the walls, our possessions could think and speak. They are always in the background and we take them for granted. It seems you have described a photo studio, or perhaps a display window. I like the happy ending for the wee lonely chair. He/she has a new friend. Happy account anniversary.
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