This is a magical story. I like the idea of a little brother's imagination fueling and preserving the magic in the world. Of course, this is the essence of story-telling. So many sparks fan the creative flames. It's a welcome change of pace to have an older brother who cherishes his younger sibling. there's no resentment, jealousy, or petty squabbling. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
I cannot imagine an existence within the foster care system. The imagery of a small, black, plastic bag stuffed at the last moment with your meager belongings is a stark and sad picture. You paint the scene of instability, not knowing where you'd be taken or how long you would be there. This life of uncertainty must be heartbreaking. Thanks you for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Thank you for giving me a glimpse into your childhood. Aren't memories wonderful? As you write it the good far out-weighed the bad. You had many friends and yes, good, clean, active fun. You were never bored or lacking for something to do. As you came to realize parents are not perfect and they strive to do their best with what they have. You were not neglected. You were blessed with freedom to explore and learn. That's a great legacy. Happy account anniversary.
This is a fantastic story! I like that the grandma is retelling a favourite family tale and her grandson interrupts with encouragement. Obviously, he has heard this particular story enough times to know what needs to be mentioned. I chuckled when he defends his enthusiasm by saying he is helping. Well done! Horse feathers/mule feathers , both are funny. It's amazing what we remember and cherish. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
I've never thought of trees as an invading species consciously expanding and taking over the land in their efforts to thrive. I suppose in the ten million years you mention this is possible. Of course, the unnamed interlopers moved in and changed that. Trees once thought mighty met a force with a much stronger will. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
There is nothing stronger, more resilient, more accepting than a grandmother. She has endured her own childhood and nurtured those she raised all in preparation to become a grandparent. To say she is wise is trite. To say she has witnessed it all is too simple. A grandma is steadfast in her love. "His anger cannot defend him from her heart." This child learns the walls he erected are not protecting/ benefiting him. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Sorry, but I laughed as I read this. That cat sounds like a determined creature and he lives to torment you. His single-mindedness is impressive. I suspect he passes the time scheming. Apparently, he doesn't lack for means to inflict his special brand of misery. The battle of wills also occurs at a most inopportune time, well, for you. Sleep-deprivation is a dastardly tactic. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
What a fantastic story. I love it! Who knew an elf could be vengeful and vindictive. The two stooges, er, brothers lend this tale its comedy. Note to self, never enlist the assistance of a narcoleptic. Now I get it. GPS is Gift Placement System. It makes perfect sense. Thanks for the laughs and a delightful read. Happy account anniversary.
First let me say this is a lovely piece of poetry full of glimmering imagery. Winter can be beautiful and stopping to contemplate amongst its glory leads to heartfelt reflections. I like this observation:" sunlight ill at ease." Yes, it does seem as if the sun considers itself an unwanted intruder during the Winter months. It makes perfect sense to compare the supportive root structure of a tree to the act of being cradled by a mother. Both require a steady strength. Winter does seem to deaden sound, or distort it. "The silence loud, the breeze on mute."Thank you for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Oh no! I commiserate with your pain and predicament. I have fractured both of my thumbs at different stages in my life. I remember the awkwardness and the struggles to complete the simplest of tasks. I asked left-handers how they adapted to things clearly set up for right-handers. Yes, we have been issued two hands for a reason. For purposes of writing we tend to favour one of them. One hand does tend to do most of the heavy lifting as it were. I presume your left hand has healed and is once again waiting to be called to duty. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
This is a heartfelt childhood memory, one that stayed with you. For several summers you enjoyed the companionship of a box turtle. I suspect he also anticipated spending time with you. It is sad that he seemed to have disappeared to never be seen again.Not everything experienced by a child is all light and happiness. Your wee story illustrates this. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.[image:2252466}
It is obvious that you cherish your grandson, Ziggy. He has a unique name and it sounds like he has an engaging, charming personality that you cannot resist. "Ziggy came with a smile that lit up the room." I believe this is a wonderful way to describe someone's essence. As the adored baby he will be loved and radiate that love. I adore my four grandgiggles, all girls. Isn't it a blessing to be someone's Nanna?Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Great imagery! I too have wondered, or is it marveled at wildlife's ability to weather storms. Hail in particular is often intense and downright brutal. It does indeed pound down. Thank goodness it is brief, furious, but brief. I agree with that puzzled frog. Sunshine after a storm is worthy of evoking awe. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
As yet another daughter to a well-intentioned mother, I commiserate. Some Moms just can't resist meddling, or as they see it caring.It's as if they believe we cannot manage to survive without their invaluable input. Your brain was desperately scrambling for something, anything to assuage your parent. I laughed at your brief thought to stab yourself in the eye . It would have been a temporary reprieve at best. Your unconventional solution, a bald-faced lie, did strike your Mother speechless. Alas, I espied a typo. "Causually" is misspelled in one of your final lines. Thanks for the laughs. Happy account anniversary.
This is a great little poem. I have never contemplated the life of a window mannequin. Yes, imagine what they observe, what they think, what they believe. Those passersby would never notice that they were under scrutiny. People do "scurry and hurry" especially throngs of them. Your rhyming is effortless and unforced. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
This story is hilarious! I like that you replicated the young boy's speech and pronounciation of words. It sounds so authentic. Obviously, this father has past experience with Billy's exploits and nothing surprises him any more. I can imagine the male dog did not like the boy's efforts to practise milking with him. Billy relays the events in his own time and only mentions the dog bite after all of his other explanations. The fact that there wasn't any milk super ceded the injury information. Thanks for the laughs. Happy account anniversary.
This is a great read and one with a lesson. Sue as the impatient fairy is permitted to be herself and accepted by the other fairies. They do not attempt to change her, or shun her. They know her and her attitude does not bother them, or interfere with their lives. They are still free to be themselves. "They're okay because the fairies know Sue can always change; if she chooses, Sue can always grow." You emphasize in a gentle manner that change must come from within. It cannot be hurried, or forced. How the fairies behave is a choice and Sue eventually learns this. Her friends are not as they are to irritate, or belittle her. I laughed at Sue's stubbornness and insistence to be different and solitary. "But Sue has gone and wandered off, she's had enough of this- all the singing, all the dancing, all the other bliss." Sue comes to accept that she can indeed change and grow, or as some of us refer to it, mature. Alone and disoriented in the dark, Sue first relies upon being rescued. She then realizes she can make the most of her ordeal and soothe her fears. She has an inner strength yet untapped. "When the other fairies in our fairy wood have a problem they cannot solve, they still look for the good." "I can choose my feelings. This I'm told is true." I can see children delighting in this story and enjoying the rhymes. Who ever considered that perhaps not all fairies are created of light and happiness? Maybe some of them struggle just as children do. "To be impatient takes a lot, a lot more than you'd think." Sue learns she'd been in pain and that burden is a heavy, exhausting one. Thanks for sharing this timely lesson. Happy Account Anniversary!
Wow! This first chapter has me hooked. Colour me curious, intrigued. This is an interesting premise for a story. Leo/Joe will only speak to the psychologist and his tale seems at first blush to be a bizarre one. Two boys exchanged existences via a mirror? The opening/introduction hints at a kidnapping and so, it seems that Dr. Taylor intervened in a most drastic fashion. You have created the tension, the mystery. What is next? I like that you slowly reveal the storyline via dialogue. It seems natural and not at all forced. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
I was singing your verse words as I read them. The original music is catchy and your version fits the rhythm perfectly. Very creative to write about voodoo. "Voodoo is voodoo so why should it be." Yes, that is my question. Why is there such a thing and why is it exploited? Is it motivated and/or activated by fear? Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Haha! Yes, never mess with a witch. I imagine suddenly changing physical form and sex would be 'disorienting'. It could end up becoming an eye-opening experience that is for sure. This is a funny story. I did notice a few issues with verb tenses, but otherwise this is well written. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Oooo, this reads as the beginning to so much more. I have so many questions after perusing this. What war? What happens to Genesis next? Who or what has arrived ? I am intrigued and hooked by this story line. You have created the tension and first chapter material. So much awaits Genesis and her future. Thanks for sharing and Happy Account Anniversary.
Hello fellow writer. Happy Account Anniversary. I read your introduction and pleas to peruse your poetry, but I noticed this short story and, well, I became distracted. The idea of a snowman in New Orleans intrigued me. The ol' curiosity was aroused and here I am composing a review. So, the narrator indulged a habit of hanging around with snowmen, speaking snow persons, and created a rapport. I cannot fathom conversing with one. I also never realized that these creatures harbored a wish to travel and that Fred opted to visit New Orleans. On the one hand travelling South for a change of pace and scenery seems feasible. Why can Fred not be adventurous? Alas, his was not a constitution for Louisiana heat. Poor Fred met his end, his demise far from home. Thanks for sharing.
Hello fellow writer and Happy Account Anniversary. You did a great job creating a short story with a strict word limit and you utilized the three prompt words well. You wove a mystery here and now I as the reader wonder what becomes of Mira. I am left intrigued and that's what a story should do. I found myself rooting for her and hoping for her escape. Mira saved herself due to her perseverance and never say die attitude.
Hello fellow writer. You had me laughing and grinning from the time I read "McNasty". I am not laughing at your expense, or is it misery. That name you saddled your neighbours- from -Hell with is funny. It sums up their despicable behaviour and definitely highlights your dislike of them. I commiserate. Since my hubby and I decided to become renters we too have put up with more than our fair share of louts. The total disregard for others and abusive language/actions is mind-boggling. Why is it so difficult for fellow renters to understand that everyone shares the building? What one decides to do affects everyone. Don't we all deserve a safe and clean environment? Can some people be so oblivious? I chuckled at your solution, spells. I sure know wishing has never resulted in a solution. So, you are claiming that black salt and banishing oil work in ridding one's self of "pests"? Really ? I have never heard of black salt only the standard white and Himalayan pink. This was a fun read. You introduced a drastic step in the pest extermination/dispersement field. You are correct and clever. You would succeed in the pest extermination business. Thanks for sharing and Happy Account Anniversary.
I like that you repeat the main words "still, unmoving, unending" and then you expand upon them. This ties the stanzas together. You describe viewing muted scenery from a window seat, yet also not being noticed doing so. I cannot fathom being that isolated and alone. Yes, I can see the limbo. Thanks for sharing your writing and Happy Account Anniversary.
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