Awww, this is a poignant ode to a loving canine friend. You have expressed how loyal and loving a dog can be. Your gratefulness shines through. It is a shame that our dogs do not live as long as we tend to do. They shine bright for a brief, resplendent time.
Now this turns frighteningly from an impromptu bbq to a ghastly surprise. Todd is present in a most ghoulish fashion. The opening line with the prompt is interesting. That line is uttered many times by many different people, but when you have a secret to hide... I like this surprise story.
Hurray for the beautiful sentiments you present in this poem. "Love conquers darkness. Goodness can still heal the world. The light of love still rises." Positivity is a strength to be admired. Your enthusiasm shines forth. Yes, stories may be viewed as offerings.
Now this wee story would be eye-catching as a animated cartoon. Imagine the wonderful characters/creatures the twin sisters became. What fun. I like the idea of twin sister witches disagreeing with each other. Imagine if this could be true for the trick or treaters.
Aww, poor Joey. You have created a most sympathetic character in this boy struggling to survive an unpleasant situation. His life as he knows it has been turned upside down. I side with Joey. "Say what?" This is a clever use of the prompt words, especially hide.
This is a delightful story. I really cheered for Nosedive and admired his tenacity. The message is to never give up. Keep trying your best and accept the help that is offered. Not every skill comes easily. Some require a bit more effort. Children would recognize their own struggles and encourage this wee bat to perfect his landings. Nosedive and his friends could be quite the illustrations in a children's book.
First of all, hugs to you from one big sister to another. Being the eldest is not always rosy, eh? I laughed at the wondering if you were looking at the correct window, perspective is everything. Being siblings does not always guarantee a relationship as you know only too well.
Creative twist here. The banal game of hide and seek carries horror-movie over tones. You never know where a prompt will take your story. You describe the narrator's growing apprehension as ominous suspense. The delight of Abby is palpable and realistic. She delights in not only hiding in a great spot, but frightening her sister as well.
I laughed reading this description of the invincible kingdom of two mischief makers. Where would those two be without their imaginations? What fun could they concoct if not for their ideas? How to describe a dilapidated home? "A crumbling front porch where spiders paid rent."
I am somewhat certain that Shakespeare never considered the advent of a machine stocked with snacks and known as a vending machine. Ah, B2 or not B2. There are always choices to be made. Whether 'tis nobler to eschew a chocolate bar, or a bag of chips is the thing. Sorcery? Devilish marketing? There's not much toil or trouble. Thanks for this image.
Haha! Is that why we choose to endure living with a partner? Do we crave that intimate level of insults? Do we need a person to not only notice our faults but keeps tabs on them? I can see so vividly that mad crush to enter the barbershop. My hubby discovered electric clippers and he mows his own hair, well, what's left of it. He prefers that low maintenance aspect. Thanks for the images and the laughs.
Yep, people with no sense of humour dampen the work-space aura. This is a funny take on the who's on first comedy sketch. The ol' I did answer your question, but, okay, I'll repeat myself. I found all the names in this story amusing and that makes them memorable. "Folklore has it that trees from this area was used to make Lincoln's log cabin." I suggest the was should be a were. "When they asked me I would politely tell then name" should have a the added as in the name. Thanks for the laughs.
This is an enchanting story of loss, rescue and new found love/hope. Snickers has endured a terrible tragedy and he is wandering forlorn. I like the idea that the pet rabbit has watched teevee and noticed certain things. That line about not liking top hats and not wishing to disappear in one is cute. Being rescued/adopted by a cat is heart-warming.
This is a poignant, thoughtful poem. I admire your ability to put your grieving into words, coherent words. Yes, this mood might be the most prevalent during the Christmas holidays. Family is such a focus then and the ones that are absent are keenly missed. How creative to weave the lines from a carol into this. The title is a somber play on words. Hugs.
This is poignant and wonderfully crafted. I sense themes of loss that coincide with the passing of the seasons. Loss of a partner? Loss of a grandparent? Loss of cognitive self to dementia? I like the images you have created, and the rhyme is not forced.
Well, this tale of marital strife and a camping trip to reconnect morphed rapidly into something else. How it must have burned to realize her husband was right about feeding the animals. That closing line is a macabre bit of humour. I enjoyed the unrelenting pace of this story. My interest never lagged. Alas, I have one wee niggle to mention. At the beginning of this tale, you spelled raccoon as racoon.
What a fantastic use of the prompt. Judith discovers she is at a house full of familial ghosts. That would, or should be enough of a surprise, but as she stumbles amongst grave stones she receives much more of a shock. Her Sam is also of the ghostly persuasion. What an apropos use of that phrase "fainted dead away".
Reading this I was as surprised as the narrator when they discovered the once missing mayor underground in a rum cellar. This is a new take on the ol' adage any port in a storm. If you need to sleep somewhere, why not next to kegs of rum. This was a pleasure to read and the dialogue flowed.
I like the premise of this story, one sister asking another to invest in her well-being. The ensuing conversation is realistic, however, it is you are or you're not your. This is an imaginative response to the prompt. Thanks for the read. Millie and Jennifer could be featured in more stories.
You have described the bustling and the spooky atmosphere of Halloween. There are so many frightful and unique characters roaming about. I like reading this poem aloud. It has a great deal of good ol' Halloween'ish words such as creaking, eerie, and fright. "Ghost, goblins, gremlins". I like the repetition of that letter g. May I suggest ghost also be plural? I see the parade of trick-or-treaters in my mind. A gfeat deal of fanfare is devoted to this one particular night.
There are so many little touches in this story and they add to it. First, the name of the avid talker is Gabby Glib, how apropos. Silent Sam becoming parched forcing out a few words is descriptive. The name of the restaurant is unique Talk of the Town. This alludes to gossip. Haha, designated listeners? Within fifteen minutes of accepting the wager, Gabby is already suffering and biting her tongue. "Perchance to scream!" That urge to speak is strong within her. Once a gabber, always a gabber.
Well, this explains the out-of-this-world goodies that many shops sell. They are indeed ethereal like their creators. I could see this short story as an animated feature. I cannot fathom pulling up stakes and vanishing because of a rumour. What a shame, Casey has been ghosted.
I am a Canadian and while searching for something to read and review, I espied this piece. In the realm of anything is possible, I laughed at this bold claim. If any Canadian spikes their mumblings with an eh, it is the Francophones. I kinda like the sound and premise of Nordica. If this had indeed occurred, it would have to be a helpful American making it his business to intercede. "Mugs of syrup"? As if. Canada born from "a campfire squabble". Why not?
Damn, I enjoyed laughing my way through this tale of woe. Yep, I tittered at someone's duress. The writer is in a fine damn pickle in a darn town lacking a positive, meaningful name. Huh, whatever, it's the Dam Town. I really guffawed at the writer's name. Thanks for the grin on my face.
That blood -spurting incident could be very frightening. As a parent, I have witnessed far too many accidents, but not this particular one. I laughed at Frankie's initiative. He was advised to think more scary. I bet he will be a great actor. Great use of the prompt.
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