he was in his prime he was often just this thinking thought on his lonesome time
you see he was a poet, but he had lost his inspiration ~
he held his notebook several pens and pencils clattered on the ground
he stared up, looking at the great tree, he should climb up it ~
further and further he climbed, so much better here he’s able to write
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Image credit: Rob Mulally @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a huge tree. Its branches are growing both vertically and horizontally. A man is resting comfortably on one of the horizontal branch, quite high up.
Ah whisky, shall I have a little dram? Beautifully mellow – amber, tangerine, and maybe musk Come with me – it’s a journey Deep into the highlands
Every step you’ll take Fading in the mist Granite unmoved Hiding in full view
Isle of Skye, gorgeous land, so pure Just be… spread your wings Kites are wheeling in the mountains Lovely place… just breathe
Morning air is fresh No problem Open the door, then go Paddling in the sea
Quite bracing, but still nice Rather good to eat outside Six o’clock is here Talisker awaits
Unicorns speak: Victor, Wellington, Xena, Yasmine and Zacharia 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄
(100 words)
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The red-headed writer (aka the Raconteuse) suddenly shouted, ‘THAT MAP’, while several people looked up and stared, after all, it was a library… ‘sorry,’ she muttered, as she thought… fortitude,I must be strong.
The thing was, she’d realised that the map – the one that seemed to move around – it was real (of course), not like all those things she’d made up, for example, she might use slang for certain things, even though she wouldn’t necessarily mean it, or something she’d pronounce making it completely right, even though it wasn’t – no problem if it’s just writing, but this map…
Meanwhile, Deborah sidled up, ‘you know that you’ve written several novels, and they have been released, so I’ll send a card to one of the other librarians to go to the fiction section, and I can look at your work, that seems sensible, don’t you think?’
‘Oh, I don’t think any of my books are in your library though,’ said the red-head writer, ‘only in Amazon,’ – ‘well, maybe they will have a little look anyway – trust me,’ said Deborah, ‘we can get things,’ as she winked.
The Raconteuse smiled, but she was clearly rattled, she pointed at that map again, ‘I’m thinking about my most recent novel, gosh, it’s a bit complicated as far as I remember,’ – said Deborah, ‘in that case, you could wait, like I said, just trust me.’
‘Okay,’ said the red-headed writer, ‘I’ll wait, and the map will stay here; I’ll do something in the meantime.’
he’s daydreaming and there’s nothing wrong with that he shakes his head but he’s as bright as a button
you’d see him walking around doing a handstand if he wanted to but mostly he would sit in the middle watching the bridge and contemplating
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Image credit: Антон Воробьев @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a small grey figurine sitting on the railing of a bridge. There’s a wistful expression on his face. He has a beard and mustache and on his head a lock of curly hair.
‘Come on, we can have a race between ourselves, it will be fun.’ ‘Definitely, especially since our mountain bikes are best in the woods and the hilly bits.’
The two boys looked back to see the end of their village. ‘Now we are in the proper country – rolling hills and streams.’ ‘It’s not too far, but far enough.’ ‘Shall we go?’
They looked to each other and grinned. ‘Now it’s time to race.’ ‘On your marks, set and… go!’
They went up and down and around, over a couple of streams – they were rather wet and muddy, but who minded? They were biking fast as they were riding neck and neck. Then they came to a huge oak tree in the middle of the track – one went left, the other went right… both were still neck and neck, even though the trees and bushes were getting denser and higher.
They were almost at the top of the largest hill, but suddenly a little glade opened up. The two boys stopped dead. They mouths fell open.
And what did they see? Can you guess? I think they will whisper…
‘We saw a couple of unicorns who darted out, and then disappeared.’ ‘Did we see them, or not.’ ‘Maybe it was just a double take?’
You decide! 🦄🦄
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The librarian, called Deborah, (not Deb, or Debbie), and the red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, were almost back to the library building again; they’d had a lovely, languid lunch in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, they had looked out to the river, the water and the sky were more than blue, and not a cloud in sight, as they smiled, but then they both said, ‘come on, back to business,’ as they grinned.
They spread the various ancient books and maps around the large table, ‘where would you like to start,’ as Deborah put her pince-nez on, ‘always better to see,’ she remarked; while the Raconteuse bend over that very odd map, then she looked across to her, ‘you haven’t seen this before, even though you’ve been here for many years… is that right?’ – Deborah nodded.
‘I can’t really explain it with this strange map,’ said the Raconteuse, ‘but it seems to move around… look, watch it, but be careful, since earlier it almost made me shiver.’
‘Hmm, indeed, but at least I am a librarian so you don’t need to worry, you are secure in the knowledge that nothing bad would happen to you – trust me, I have been to many places, as have you, I imagine, since you’re a writer.’
The Raconteuse suddenly said, ‘it’s getting rather stuffy, shall I open a window?’ – not wanting to admit that she’d hardly been anywhere.
‘Yes, of course,’ said Deborah, although she kept looking at the map, staring… and staring, ‘mesmerising, isn’t it.’
ahh cherry blossoms beautiful and lingering known as sakura
flowers are dainty while trees are magnificent both together is hope
but meanwhile something else is happening:
cherries are blushing bountiful and delicious how many can we eat?
these are so sweet more than delightful!
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Image credit: Redd Francisco@Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a lot of cherry trees in blossom. There is a body of water in front of the trees that is reflecting the image, upside down.
Ah yes, two different specs one for distance, and the other for close but in the middle neither is good especially using the computer bloody thing.
It’s definitely not the Goldilocks effect no, not clever at all but now I’m thinking about breakfast maybe some nice porridge instant, of course!
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, was on a mission since she was going on a journey and soon, but in the meantime she needed to take several things and put them in her big bag.
She opened the door labelled ‘ENTRY’, and heard it click, as she went into the library, it was full of old books and maps; it seemed that no-one was around as she walked through the different aisles, she took things out and put them on a pile on a handy table, however, she couldn’t take too much, less quantity more quality, she reminded herself.
A librarian suddenly appeared, she was wearing a twin-set, classic and quaint, (a bit like Audrey Hepburn) and also wearing tiny glasses, called pince-nez, she could be pretty ancient but clearly intelligent, she started to speak, ‘any help required?’
‘Actually I’ve a couple of questions, if I may,’ said the Raconteuse, ‘you see, I’ve been looking at a particular map, and I think I should distrust it, although it might be useful in a different way… if you know what I mean?’
‘Well, I have been qualified in various ways,’ she looked around, and then said, ‘including secrets.’
‘Secrets?!’ said the Raconteuse, ‘ooh, very much for me, you see I’m a writer, and what could be better; but listen, it’s almost lunchtime, could you be free for maybe an hour, we are close to the river and also close to a lovely place, it’s called the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, will you come?’
she’s a pretty girl, isn’t she just like her dad too they walk along the beach just the two of them
it’s warm and mellow only a little breeze which wafts merrily over the sea
just waves and waves rolling back and forward ceaselessly
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Image credit: Mohamed Awwam @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a man holding a baby up in the air. In the background we see the sun breaking through the clouds over the sea!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do YouSee #279 photo prompt.
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