Oak leaves showing us a full range of colours – Crispina Kemp
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a beautiful sight
all those wonderful colours
there’s russet and red
bumblebee golden, chartreuse
and plus magnificent mauve
such a good season
it rings it’s changes so well
what else will it say?
young leaves are gorgeous, and that
oak will be extraordinary
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Robbie is our host this week at #TankaTuesday, and she asks us to write about trees.
Photo Prompt © C. E. Ayr
What? It’s coming down?
No, surely not.
But it is.
Look, over there. See, that thing is not part of that cloud.
What?
It’s not just that cloud, it’s too dense.
Dense? That sounds like you.
What?
Sorry, just making a joke… ish.
More than feeble, but never mind about that. That cloud, is not a cloud; that is something much more interesting.
So what?
Well, it’s moving more quickly… and lower now. Oh, but now we can’t see it, since the mountain is in the way. Damn!
So what are you thinking?
Aliens, and a ship.
What?
Defo, aliens.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Sci-fi
Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had looked up and stared, as the tall, thin man removed part of the pelmet and something behind there it as well, as he said to her, ‘please, don’t say anything at all… just wait… and look, it will take only a little while.’
La Raconteuse just managed to not talk for a bit, while some dust floated down as a small part of the strange Room 215 revealed something more than weird, she blinked several times, and then she asked, but very quietly, ‘what on earth is this?’
She had anticipated many things she thought, but not this; ‘my goodness,’ she muttered to herself, ‘I didn’t expect this.’
She had so many emotions, and most odd it seemed for her, she felt she was on a rollercoaster for a while – it was not anger… no that was wrong, but there was an element of fight or flight, but why… this very short man surely shouldn’t worry her, but clearly it did.
La Raconteuse glanced from the small mechanical machine to the tall, thin man; she moved from the table by the fireplace as she walked rather quickly to stand very close to him, while looking up, she said: ‘what are we going to do with this, this… this… person.’
However, something else caught her attention, and it seemed that someone was almost to the door outside, she started to smile since it would surely be another Proprietor or, at least, a good friend.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ANGER, ANTICIPATE, ASK
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: DUST
More #SixSentenceStories
just a tiny bird
but so beautiful, so cute
bright yellow feathers
are more than brilliant, just fab
and she knows that doesn’t she.
“A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
hey there little one
what can you see right up there?
maybe there’s a mate
is it? really? that is great
but you’re off, ah well, see you!
— Maya Angelou
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Image credit: Mark Olsen @Unsplash
This image shows a Yellow Warbler singing from a sunlit branch during spring migration at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area on the southern shore of Lake Erie, Ohio.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #345 photo prompt.
‘What’s this?’
‘Bizarre.’
The two boys had just stopped by one of the shops.
‘I don’t remember seeing this.’
‘Me neither.’
‘But what is in this window anyway?’
Then one of them looked up to see the sign.
‘It says that this is a barber’s shop, but it seems, well, odd.’
The shop door opened with a happy ding-dong bell, as a large jolly man waved some scissors at them. ‘Want to do you’re short back and sides then, young boys?’
The two of them grin, then one of them said. ‘It was only last week, so no thank you.’
Then the other one said. ‘Please can we see what’s in the window?’
‘Do come in. You’ll like this!’
‘See, they should sing but not until the fourth one is back. Just a little crack to make him better. Then it’ll be a barbershop quartet, and that will be lovely.’
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150 words
Photo Prompt © James Pyles
Graffiti maybe, but it isn’t. No. This is more.
You are saying, what?
This is Art. Real art.
Is it? Art?
It is.
So what’s the difference? I mean, do tell. I do want to understand the difference.
Well, it’s the way that it works. It’s the fab colours, the drawings are divine, and many deep meanings… shall I go on?
Well, why not. I am trying at least.
Okay. Let’s walk a little further.
I just had a thought.
Did you?
It’s a song. You’ll know it.
Sorry. I’m not getting this…
It’s this one. Art For Art’s Sake!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had heard the noise outside the room, and a moment later the tall, thin man had opened the door, she grinned happily – such a good friend, although he seemed rather keen to make the move to another part of that room.
The tall, thin man suggested that she should sit down near that rather splendid yet small black marble fireplace, she concurred since she felt no qualms, in fact she was rather glad to sit there and start an interesting conversation.
La Raconteuse related so many wonderful things in those shelves as she wittered and wittered on, she took a breath, and then she said: ‘we do like to talk don’t we… we’re both able to make many quick quips and clever remarks, and even witticisms and retorts, yes?’
But the tall, thin man had been thinking other things by now, as he thought about options, and particularly on those excellent shelves – all those clockwork machines and stuff… more than useful, he thought.
Now, the red-headed writer suddenly stopped talking… at least for a moment: ‘oh gosh, sorry, I’ve been rabbiting on, as usual, you said something about options, you mean we would put some of those things down by the bar and the walls, would that be fine?’
The two of them glanced around the room, ‘sounds like a plan,’ she said, ‘I bet loads of people would want to see them, in fact, they might even be a queue around the block!’
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: QUALM, QUIP, QUEUE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: OPTION
More #SixSentenceStories
Snow in June? Surely not, as she peered from her window. No, it can’t be snow, it doesn’t look right. As she moved closer, almost sticking her nose on the windowpane.
Clouds on the ground? Most odd, since the sky all around is bright blue. She would even call that sky cerulean, such a pretty name. So those clouds can’t be clouds, but what in the world are they?
So she opened her door. Bizarrely the ground was made of candy and bubble-gum. And she was now holding some flowers.
She must be dreaming… surely.
Ah well, back to bed!
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Image credit: Mehrab Sium @Unsplash
This image shows an open door from which a hand extends holding a bouquet of pinkish white flowers. This image is superimposed on an image of a cloudy sky, giving the impression that the wall with the door is resting on the clouds.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #344 photo prompt.
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big buttercups, buzz
darling daisies walk the talk
golden butterflies
fling nectar through those tall trees
the summer time vibe goes on
Summertime, and the living is easy. —Ella Fitzgerald
let’s lie on the hay
drinking some boozy bourbon
eat eggs and mustard
just a mellow afternoon
as a black crow cracks a joke
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Photo Prompt © Lily
One could reminisce just here.
The two of them would continue to stay there all the time.
They’re very close to the lovely lake, such a good idea.
Pretty, too.
Maybe they are thinking.
About what?
Well, anything.
Or maybe nothing.
So, which?
I’d say… and again
It’s what?
Reminiscing.
You think so?
I do.
Pretty, aren’t they.
Of course.
Those excellent chairs.
Oh yes, bright pink.
Pink?
I thought it was more mauve?
Really?
I’d say so.
Okay, not a problem.
Anything else we should say?
Anything meaningful?
No.
Let’s just scatter them down there.
Now, enough, let’s go.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100
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