What do you see? – A Sensible Ideology.

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This poem was written for Helene Vaillant’s What do you See challenge. Click on the link below to find out more, why not have a go yourself?

What do you See? April/09/2019

 

 

In natures garden, I stand serene

My mind alert, my senses keen,

Joined hand in hand with kindred hearts

We dance around while hate departs.

Those who taunt to bedevil our aims

Who bring their hatred and their flames

Will not deter us from our path

We eschew the ways of the sociopath.

a sensible ideology,

Peace and love is our theology,

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/keen/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/rdp-thursday-bedevil/

FOWC with Fandango — Sensible

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/your-daily-word-prompt-ideology-april-11-2019/

 

Finish the Story 2019 #3 – One Day

I really enjoy these challenges, but apologies for not doing it quicker.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in her latest Finish the Story challenge.

See the post here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/finish-the-story-2019-3/

Rules:

  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

 

Part one – from The Haunted Wordsmith

Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.

“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”

Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.

Maddie went in first, then Jacob.

“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”

Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.

As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …

Part two – my Addition

The horde of Invaders, wearing their strange red painted leather armour and waving their jagged swords in the air, come marching over the hill.

No one knew where these strange people had come from. It had only been a year ago when radio waves from space had been received that proved they were not the only inhabited planet in the universe. Then they arrived with their great big ships. First, they took over Washington DC. No one had cared when they publicly executed their President, most people didn’t like him much anyway, but then they started turning people into slaves.

The world had been so divided against each other that they could not stop this mighty external force and now they had made it to California.

America was finished. Only one country now held any chance of resistance. They were going to try to make it to Russia. His grandparents had fled from there to escape Communist ideology and now he was trying to go back. He hoped the little bit of Russian he remembered being taught on his Grandmothers knee would be enough to get by.

Victor jumped into the Balloon basket and cut the rope. The wind picked up and they drifted off, just in the nick of time.

The prevailing wind blew them Northwestwards across Oregon and slowly out to sea.

Rose began dishing out some of their meagre food rations, bread and cheese, when she started laughing, hysterically.

Victor grabbed her arm “What is it?”

Rose looked up into his face and said …….

 

To be Continued.

 

I think I will choose,

Jo, the Creative PTSD Gal, to take this on if she feels up for the challenge. 🙂

Twittering Tales #119: Seer’s Sup

 

I have also included The Haunted Wordsmiths Three Things Challenge

Russian, Leather, Cheese.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/three-things-challenge-2019-15/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/your-daily-word-prompt-ideology-january-15-2019/

 

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.

A few days ago I wrote a short story about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/23/a-multiple-word-prompt-story-sun-sea-and-a-cup-of-tea/

Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so I wrote part two here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/sun-sea-and-a-cup-of-tea-part-two/

But it still wasn’t finished. So here is the finale.

Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale

Jane walked down the street from the apartment complex to the main part of town. She heard a couple of guys wolf whistle as she went past. She smiled to herself. Her fifty-year-old body may not be as slim as it used to be but clearly, she still had it. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Angela was walking a long behind her wearing a white sarong dress over her black bikini with a black wide-brimmed hat. She wore stylish espadrille wedges on her feet that gave her extra height. Jane felt a pang of jealousy as she realised the wolf whistles hadn’t been for her at all but for Angela’s stunning twenty-something year old figure instead.

Angela walked up to her and gave her a warm smile. “Hi Jane, are you headed into town too? Do you mind if I join you?”

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