Lure (2)

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The lure of lore is enticing

There is magic that lies in a tale

Imagination it can capture

Especially when it’s told well

We seek answers from those who were before us

We learn lessons from what they have done

And if we harken to their stories

Our own victories surely will be won

So resist not the lure of a story

Ignore not the morals of myths

For they often contain more

Than the mere conceits of the wordsmiths


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FOWC with Fandango — Lure

A Brief Visit

CCC 137

I have come to pay a visit

To fill you in on things

I know that you will listen

To the news that I bring

You will not interrupt me

You were always good that way

I will share with you the latest

Then visit again another day

Someday I know you’ll answer

When we meet again face to face

But for now its good to be near you

Even in this place


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CCC#137

Good

Knight, Middle Ages, Armor, Shield, Horse, War, Templar
Pixabay

Being against evil doesn’t make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide… I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you’re fighting.
–Islands in the Stream (started in 1950 but published in 1970) Ernest Hemingway

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t be defined by what you’re not

Your friend is one that loves you

A mutual enemy makes you friends not

Be good for goodness’ sake

Don’t on a band wagon sit

For virtue is not signalled

It is what is lived!


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dVerse

Predator

George Natsioulis

Nadia stood on the platform and waited for the 10:25 to arrive. She was aware of the presence behind her, and felt the eyes taking in her every move.

I just need to keep calm, she thought to herself. Don’t let on that you know you’re being watched.

The 10:05 arrived and an elderly couple disembarked and made their way to the car park.

She gave a sideways glance in that direction as their headlights disappeared into the night. Now the car park was empty, and she knew she was truly alone exept for the watcher.

There was the sound of a throat being cleared in the dark, and while she tensed slightly, she didn’t start. In fact, she did her best to give the impression that she hadn’t heard it.

As the 10:15 express sped past the small station, she reached into her bag and took out a mint which she placed into her mouth and she slowly sucked it allowing its sweet cooling taste to calm her.

At 10:22 she heard the approaching foot steps.

This is it, I guess, she thought as she turned on her heels and bared her fangs.

It was often a challenge being a vampire, but sometimes some of these town boys made getting a meal just a little too easy.


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Photo Challenge #371

Roundabout

Traffic Sign, Road Sign, Shield, Traffic, Road
Pixabay

Its a matter of swings and roundabouts

It doesn’t matter how you get there

As long as you arrive there in the end

Nobody really cares

Life has its detours and deviations

Roadblocks and “Go to jail” squares

But when you cross the finish line

You’ll find your reward waiting there


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FOWC – Roundabout

An Unknown Life

Paper, Font, Old, Antique, Write
Pixabay

He was the most prolific writer of his day, if not of all time.  His work spans across the genres – from poetry, to science, history, and fiction.  His knowledge of geography and mythology was encyclopaedic.  He could write straight forward prose or turn a comedic phrase.  Despite this, details of his life are virtually unknown.  I am speaking of course of the famous author, Anonymous.


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Weekend Writing Prompt: Unknown in 65 words

Dine-astic

The cafe began to feel like her only real home. Lily had a room in a shared house, but her housemates were not what they had seemed when she first signed the lease. She couldn’t exactly move either, as affordable accomodation in her university town was in short supply. So, her life revolved around going to lectures, and nursing a coffee at the cafe in her off time until she was forced to return to her noisey room, and the mess generated by her partying housemates.

Weekends were even worse as there were no classes or lectures to attend. But Margy, the owner filled the gap for her by offering her a job behind the counter on non-school days. To her surprise Lily really enjoyed it. She liked the banter with Margy, and the other barista, Kate, as well as the interactions with the customers.

Just as she was preparing to finish her second year of uni, Margy’s son David came to the cafe and the two hit it off instantly. Before long the two were a couple, and by the time she was about to graduate they announced their engagement.

Then to her surprise, Margy announced she was giving the cafe to them as a wedding present. The cafe had indeed become a home, and she and David would carry on the coffee dynasty.


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First Line Friday