It’s such a nice apartment, and she had been there for ages. She had been a worker for many years, but now she’s retired. Fun, relaxing and happiness.
She has a few friends, but not close, and that’s fine. She doesn’t mind cooking, but nothing fancy. It takes too long otherwise. She has her little table and her laptop, and she does bits and pieces.
However, her passion is books. Wonderful books. She continues to buy. The only thing she worries about is this. She’ll never be able to read all of those ones before she’s dead. Sad but true.
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“Well, at least I can chortle again now,” grinned the red-headed woman, as she also linked arms with Joan, while winking to Scatty, as they continued to walk through the catacombs.
Meanwhile, Francis and The Old One had been having a long and interesting conversation, but it was mostly Francis talking since he was very knowledgeable especially about ancient written things, he was waxing lyrically and said, “you know, the National Archives in the heart of Paris, in fact, almost up there,” as he pointed one hand up, “it’s the largest in the world, I’m sure,” as the two of them continued to talk.
“Fascinating, indeed,” said The Old One, although he felt he should try to move on to less grave things, especially since so many skulls and what not were just down there, and making him rather sick, even though as he thought to himself, I might be a vampire, but at least my head had not been removed, as he was about to grin too much, while glancing to the two gargoyles.
“Curse it, curse it, I can’t get a signal here,” as he poked his smartphone crossly, “gosh, but I mean maybe I’ve run out of data, you must help me… now!”
“My goodness, we’re starting to argue more than usual, we do like a bit of banter, being gargoyles, but this is too much just now, I wonder what it is?”
“Well, we’re certainly happier in the light, and preferably up by a fabulous cathedral!”
such a wonderful time pleasant and delightful so glowing and blissful dear October
we had been on the boat looking at gorgeous trees while drifting past quays dear October
we will dock very soon it had been just a week and of course never bleak dear October
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In this image we see a boat in water. There are hills at the far shore and they are covered densely by trees wearing autumn foliage. the boat and the trees are reflected in the water.
Joan had told everyone to stop walking, as they looked around in the first magnificent chamber, while Francis consulted his detailed map, but the two gargoyles began to take some interesting snapshots on their smartphones.
Meanwhile, the red-headed woman had recovered her composure, “no more quivering,” she muttered to herself, “and no quitting either,” she continued, “even though this huge underground catacombs place is more than weird and still pretty scary,” as she started to take more notice around the walls.
“There are so many bones down here,” said Scatty, “and all those skulls often don’t match, so many of them don’t belong together,” – “but that seems so sad,” said the red-headed woman, as The Old One joined them.
“I’m afraid we will have to pass all those wretched monarchs,’ said Francis, “there’s no other way,” – “oh well, not to worry” grinned Scatty, “I’m always happy to say this – off with their heads,” as she giggled a lot.
“Quite right too,” agree Joan, “no cakes for her or anyone else any more, you know who I mean, that Queen, Marie-Antoinette,” – “indeed no,” chipped in one of the gargoyles, “actually I believe that Queen has to continue to make quilting things, she must make them every day, and then she must undo them again,” – “well, that’s bizarre but there it is, how did you know about that?” – “no idea, but I do.”
So several of them said about that Revolution: Vive la France! – as Scatty and Joan linked arms and grinned.
we’re little aliens, and we’ve found a big balloon, we are going up!
this is wonderful, but how high can we go, since we need a plan.
where’s the mothership? we are looking all around, ahh, we can see it!
we will jump across, lucky that we can do that! soon we’ll be back there.
happy days, we grinned, as the mothership moves off, a new galaxy!
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In this image, we can see a huge hot-air balloon being filled with hot air. The balloon is shades of orange and red. We can see the big flames of air heaters. In the background we can see other balloons already in the air.
Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – 10th prompt Write a Scifaiku, that is a science fiction/fantasy themed poem that follows the haiku structure of 5-7-5 syllables.
is the damsel in distress? well, we don’t think so, smart and beautiful she is.
shall we get closer to her? she’s magnificent, oh, but off she goes, bye then!
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Val‘s Scavenger Hunt – 8th prompt Write a Kelly Lune. (Created by Robert Kelly) This American form of Haiku consists of a tercet. There is no rhyme required but it is allowed.
She’d been kicking a football around the yard. She was a pretty good kicker, well, she thought so. She’d been dribbling a bit, then she would kick the football as hard as she could by the tall wall.
But this time, she kicked the ball too high, and it sailed over the wall. She would have to go next door. And that place was very grand.
She should just walk over there and look confident, and not get her knickers in a twist.
She rapped the door knocker loudly. But nothing. However, the football bounced back to her. Lucky, eh?
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“Okay, we’re here,’ said Mr Cushing, as he gently stopped his wonderful limousine, and surveyed everyone behind him, apart from The Old One who always rides shotgun, “however,” as he continued, “I’m not sure I want to go down there, not my cup of tea (as I would say), but you can take your provisions – some rather runny brie and some crusty bread – but I think I might feed all those feral cats just over there instead.”
“Is everyone else coming down to this particular place in Montparnasse?” asked Francis – as all of them nodded; so they made their way to the nearest toll gate.
“Ooh,” grinned Scatty, “this is going to be fun, as she pulled a large bell to see who would open the huge gate, and a moment later an ancient janitor appeared.
“You may enter,” he muttered, then pointed to the left, and said, “go past those jailbirds, and don’t look at them, and maybe close your ears too, they are kind of monsters, so just ignore them – they’ve only had some misdemeanours but they’ll stay there, and probably forever.”
So they walked rather quickly, and nobody looked at those strange beings whatever they were, and that red-headed woman became pretty jumpy with all those spooky things around there, still the two gargoyles walked either side of her, and she felt rather better.
“Just a little stop here,” said Joan, “this part of those catacombs will be more than interesting,” as both of the gargoyles grinned.
