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The Wooden Door ~ #shortstory #DecemberWriting

16 Sunday Dec 2018

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There was something about that house. Every day she walked by it, something was different. This time it was the front door, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was that caught her attention. She always admired the brass door frame, but the brown wooden door looked out of place there. Even the railings of the porch steps had touches of brass. Why not go for the extra, and make the door brass also?

Feeling a bit adventuresome, she decided to walk up the steps to get a closer look at the door. She hesitated at first, but didn’t think anything of it. As she got closer, she felt a strange warmth. Touching the door, she realized it wasn’t wood at all, but a rather strange looking metal.  And the heat she felt was emanating directly from it.  Suddenly, in front of her, the door began to melt against the brass frame, until it disappeared, and she with it…

 

December Writing Prompt – And suddenly the door began to melt against the brass frame – Day 16/31

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Another Winter’s Day ~ #poetry #RDP

15 Saturday Dec 2018

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Snow has fallen, the children cheer

They’ve wanted to go out and play

To them, a most favorite time of year

To us, it’s just another winter’s day

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Play

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Second Guess ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

15 Saturday Dec 2018

Posted by in December Writing, Poems, Poetry

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He told them to meet him by the old garage

He would teach them a lesson, they’d see

Still, he wondered if any of them would show

Hands in pockets, he made noise, with his keys

Nervously, he waited for the boys to arrive

He thought it would be easy, it was not

And he began to doubt himself, second guess

Was it really all worth it, to be a big shot?

 

Author’s Note:  Parents, please teach your children the importance of kindness to others.  Being a bully isn’t cool, nor is it rewarding.  As the mom of a child who was bullied, I feel very strongly about it.  I did something to stop it, by going through the proper channels, including getting the police involved.  Don’t ignore the signs.  Pay attention.  Please…  For more info visit www.stopbullying.gov

December Writing Prompt – keeping his hands in his pockets, he nervously played with his keys – Day 15/31

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At the Mall ~ #poetry #FOWC

14 Friday Dec 2018

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You can feel it in the air, everything is so electric

Shoppers busy buying, stores becoming oh so hectic

Thrilling sights and sounds, yes! Christmas is so near

And of course, there’s Santa, spreading lots of cheer

 

 

FOWC with Fandango – Electric

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Come Back, Anytime! – #poetry #whatdoyousee?

14 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by in Poetry, What Do You See?

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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”.  You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you.  More info can be found in the link below.


Hey there, yes, you! Do you remember me?

Come in and visit, the space is free

I’m sorry there’s no chair, for you to sit

I surely hope you and your gear can fit

I have been standing here, quite a long time

I think I’m forgotten, it should be a crime

For not long ago, I had so many friends

Why did that have to come to an end?

Oh yes, that’s right, it’s those cellular things

The ones that make noises, when they ring

But not me, I have one tone I can play

And I happen to like it, a lot, this way

So anytime you get tired, of playing around

Come back and see me, I can be found

On the sidewalk, by the lamplight, near the street

I can’t get up and leave, I have no feet

But you do, so please, don’t leave me here alone

Come back, anytime…

…signed your friend, telephone

 

 

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