Learning through watching #2 – *#$@ the good movies!

You know what the one thing I hate about good movies, they make me sad!

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[Short Story] Misa is drowning (Misa #2)

‚ÄúCaptain! CAPTAIN!‚ÄĚ he came tumbling to the bridge. Captain spat the cigar stub on his way. Louise froze on his tracks, ‚ÄúThe decks are flooding,‚ÄĚ he reported in between violent wheezing. ‚ÄúHave the source been identified?‚ÄĚ he seemed too calm for a captain of a sinking ship. ‚ÄúCouldn‚Äôt Sir! It‚Äôs boiling down there!‚ÄĚ he screamed, … Continue reading [Short Story] Misa is drowning (Misa #2)

Lost Wings

Frank spun a beautiful and bitter-sweet tale on the wings phenomenon!

Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

A fairy, Christine, lost her wings on top of a hill overlooking the glen while watching the orange sky accept the setting sun. She did not think she was so old. She picked up her wings sighing ‚ÄúOh!‚ÄĚ and stumbled down to the glen on foot aided by moonlight. The other fairies greeted her with relieved laughter since she was gone so long and then tears when they saw her wings. Her transformation had begun.

Sylvia came to wish her farewell. She told Christine about the completed transformation of her fairy-child that morning. She cried and Christine comforted her.

Samuel came to wish her farewell. He told Christine about the completed transformation of his fairy-wife that morning. He cried and Christine comforted him.

Rose, another fairy, a teenage one, came to wish her aunt farewell. Her father told her she had to. She looked into Christine‚Äôs eyes. ‚ÄúLook deeper,‚ÄĚ Christine‚Ķ

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The End; Exiting & Entering

Today is apparently a day of reblogging amazing post. Here’s the completed version of my half poem, beautifully completed by Jilly.

Jilly's

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Collaborative poetry has turned into a favorite for me as we move into the Casting Bricks August Challenge.  I take up Jeren Nazuto’s Challenge to write an Interlocking Rubáiyát.  The first half of the poem, in bold, is Jeren’s excellent groundwork which he entitled The End.  Thank you to Jeren for introducing this terrific form!  All are welcome to join us in the August Challenge where we write a half poem and our fellow poets complete it.  Just click on the Casting Bricks side bar to the right→

The world, burning around me
All the lands and the sea
I weep in streams and rivers
Over the fallen world tree

From the sins, the fire delivers
The earth’s misguided caregivers
And all the pain and suffering
Fueling my body shivers

The sacrifice for my soul’s buffering
awakens, dries my tears unsuffering
the world may ash…

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