Boo
Scared?
Frightening!
Run away
Haunted
Ghost
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Month: August 2020
Hike
They called it a hike, but it was more like a marathon while carrying bowling balls. Twelve miles with full pack, rifle, and helmet. Did I mention that it was raining and the red clay swallowed not only boots but legs to the knee. Hike indeed.
Hike of rain and mud
Burdened and wet to the sin
Twelve miles and then warmth
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Prosaic
Danny was a hard kid to get to know. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a friendly as any other eight year old. It was more that he was wary around others and what they might say.
You see, Danny had metrophobia and the mere hint of a rhyme would create such a high level of anxiety for him that he would feel his belly twist into knots, and then he would crouch in a corner.
While most kids enjoyed Green Eggs and Ham, Danny had to content himself with giant peaches. One day his friend Karen made a Freudian slip in which she inadvertently rhymed, but then made matters worse by saying, “I’m a poet and din’t even know it.” Poor Danny’s whole body shook and he slipped into shock.
Tonight would be different, however. Danny was going to Prosaic ’20, for a reading of all things ‘prosey.’ The theatre was going to be a poetry free zone, and he was going to read his own composition – “The Wonderful Thing About Orange.”
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Refuge
It was a place steeped in Elf-lore. The Blue House was a place of refuge, and within its walls no harm would befall those seeking its sanctuary.
Hellon had always doubted the existence of the house. After all it was preposterous that a glowing blue building would materialise at the place in which one found themselves in greatest need. No need to seek it, it would find you. No, Hellon thought. Even magic doesn’t work that way.
That was before the Ogre attack which had killed his two best friends, and left Hellon himself fleeing blindly into the dense forest. His shattered collar bone made any additional resistance on his part nearly impossible, and jolting pain shot threw his shoulder with every step he took.
To make matters worse, the Ogre could be heard roaring behind him. It was not endevouring to run him down, but merely kept pace with Hellon to ensure that he ran himself to exhaustion.
Suddenly there was a blue glow in the woods, and the trees gave way to an intricately designed pathway which led to a sturdy house emblazoned with a blue tree at its gable end.
Preposterous or not, Hellon jogged onwards to the threshold.
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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #81
Covered
Childhood memories of a Kentucky past
Romantic bridges along my traveled way
Oil paintings on the living room wall
The work of relatives now passed-away
Covered reminders of a heritage
The then and now to bridge
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Pink
Pink,
Flushed – Blushed,
Salmon-Hued,
Red and White Blend.
Flamingo Feathers,
Strawberry Mist Ice Cream,
And Newborn Baby’s Sweaters.
A Tone Subdued and Passionate –
Like On Moist Lips A Soft Kiss To Steal.
Fragrant Rosebuds of Love’s True Promise – Pink
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Moving Discovery
I minored in archaeology. It was an interesting complement to a ecclesiastical history degree. Later when I moved to England, I was able to use the qualification to work on a dig at a large Anglo-Saxon burial ground, which was going to be built over as part of a modern development.
One of the graves that I excavated was that of a young teenage boy. He had been buried as a warrior. The shield boss was in place near his left elbow, and an iron spearhead has to the right of his head. An iron knife was in place on his hip as well.
This “warrior” however was in many ways still a child however. He was small in stature at the time of his death, but what really stood out and affected me was the the fact that on his hip there was also evidence that a bag or pouch had once hung from his belt. Its contents were still in place: smooth perfectly spherical stones – his marbles.
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Monster Mash
Something a little monstrous for Jim Adams’ challenge this week. “Monster Mash” was released in August 1962 and made was Number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100, just before Halloween. It remains a fun Halloween song.
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Lyrics:
I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash, he did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash, they did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
They did the mash, it caught on in a flash
They did the mash, they did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
They did the mash, it caught on in a flash
They did the mash, they did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun, the party had just begun
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula, and his son
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula, and his son
The scene was rockin’, all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, ‘The Crypt-Kicker Five’
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, ‘The Crypt-Kicker Five’
They played the mash, they played the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the monster mash
Out from his coffin’, Drac’s voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist and said
“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?
It’s now the mash, it’s now the monster mash
The monster mash, it was graveyard smash
It’s now the mash, it caught on in a flash
It’s now the mash, it’s now the monster mash
The monster mash, it was graveyard smash
It’s now the mash, it caught on in a flash
It’s now the mash, it’s now the monster mash
Now everything’s cool, Drac’s a part of the band
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
And my Monster Mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you
Then you can mash, then you can monster mash
The monster mash and do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash, you’ll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash, then you can monster mash
The monster mash and do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash, you’ll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash, then you can monster mash
Mash good!
Easy, Igor, you impetuous young boy
Mash good! Grrr!
Easy, Igor, you impetuous young boy
Mash good! Grrr!
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Leonard Capizzi / Bob Pickett
Monster Mash lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Reservoir Media Management Inc
Bubbles
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Day’s end – stress to relieve
In a bath with bubbles reclining
Warm water surrounds
Perfect unwinding
All is bliss as cares melt away
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Endless
A poem can be enduring
Eternal truths held within
Though words in number brief
Its meaning without end
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Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless in 18 words
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