Getting Up

Stephen Kidd

Getting up is overrated

I know this cuz I’ve contemplated

The effort required

Even if inspired

To leave the place where I’m sated


Getting up is overrated

After all it’s here that I waited

For someone to come by

Then I might try

To leave my comfy spot vacated


Padre

Lingo

Grammar, Magnifier, Magnifying Glass

Letting words speak for themselves

No need to use a determiner

Conjuctions too can stay away

As language still flows a-okay

Let lingo then have free rein

No ifs or buts or stuff

Just let words speak their voice

After all it could be verse


Padre

Today’s prompt: Write a poem without using the words “the” and “and”

Autumn Has Come

Mushroom, Leaves, Forest, Fall, Nature

Autumn now has fully come

Rainy skies instead of sun

Mushrooms arising – their presence plain

As the green from leaves does drain

Mornings kissed with fog and chill

With afternoons remaining pleasant still


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Brush With Death

Passage, Passage Way, Way, Path, Pathway

“It was a brush with death, I tell you,” Mary declared to her friends Peter and Jane.

“What happened?” Jane exclaimed.

“I was crossing the little foot bridge over by the train station, and just as I was halfway over my phone rang.  I stopped to get it from my jeans pocket, and I slipped.”

“You mean you fell from the bridge onto the tracks?” Peter asked with a worried expression.

“No, but I did drop my phone on the ground.  My whole life is on it.”


Padre

Weekend Writing Prompt #230 – Brush in 87 words

When World’s Collide

The Dune War, or more correctly The Dune Wars, were actually two separate conflicts between the kingdom and the Ralulee Sultanate.  They spanned about twenty years, and brought these two great lands to near ruin.

The First Dune War was fought over the disputed lands of the Trans-Runnel, an area popularly known as “The League Lands” by citizens of the kingdom.  This large, highly fertile region was sparsely populated, but the availability of cheap productive land, soon drew settlers from both sides of the border.  War, however became inevitable when settlers of kingdom origin declared themselves an independent state; prompting Sultan Razuli the Sixth to respond in order to secure the integrity of his sovereign lands.   The mobilization of the Ralulee created calls for King Gomez to intervene on behalf of  “Our League Cousins.”  These calls, however, were largely ignored in the name of peace, until a small detachment of “Leaguemen,” made a valiant stand against the sultan’s army at a hastily fortified trading post known as “Il Iimu.”   The subsequent massacre of the two hundred defenders led to a national uproar throughout the kingdom, and cries of “Remember Il Iimu” echoed throughout the land.   Gomez’ hands were tied by popular opinion, and open conflict between the two great powers began the following spring.

After three years of brutal war, “The Peace of League Town,” led to an uneasy settlement with the League Lands maintaining their “independence,” though in reality they became a kingdom protectorate.

The Second Dune War is usually referred to as “The Black Dunes War.”  It too was fought over the control of one of the disputed lands, an area with such large reserves of bitumen, that it actually changed the hue of the sand to that of pitch.  This substance was in such high demand by both alchemists and some of the High Guilds that its control became a national agenda.  Some say that whoever controls the bitumen, control’s destiny itself.   Others, however, say that the second conflict was merely King Hector the First attempting to “finish his daddy’s war.”  This second conflict stretched on for four bloody years.

These conclicts set the backdrop of my books: The Sisters Tales, The Dragon Hunter Tales, and the newly released, The Scholars Tales. All three are now available on Amazon.


Padre (aka R. V.Mitchell)

When Writers’ Block Is Another Story

Garbage, Trash, Litter, Recycling, Frustration
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I had this great plot idea and I sat down at the computer and started to frame it. A basic outline started to come together right away. Then it happened, there in the corner of my mind was a little nugget that just had to see the light of day. So, naturally I wrote it. That done, it was back to the cool plot of high adventure. Well, at least until another great story idea stated whispering in my ear. I jotted down the idea and started back to the major work at hand. “Wait, aren’t you going to finish me?” the other idea called, a bit louder this time. So, I went back to it and fleshed it out. That seemed to make it happy.

If you see a pattern here you aren’t wrong. A few weeks ago I released a “lesser tale” from my fantasy world. It is a short story made of short stories, and they have been tweaked and adapted to make a coherent whole. But the short story is not the project I was working on. It did, however, have to be written in order for it to allow me to get back to the larger work. Sometimes writers’ block is because another tale needs to be told.

I am happy to say that once the short was done and dusted the other came together in record time, and I hope my tale of adventurous scholars will be ready soon.

Happy writing everyone.


Padre

Stitch Up

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The UPS driver had a lot of explaining to do. His livelihood counted on it. He had been doing his deliveries, and as was his practice turned off the engine and applied the handbreak before jumping out to leave the package in an inaccessible corner of the customers’ garden shed.

When he returned to the street, he found his van missing, and it didn’t take long to discover that it had rolled from his stopping place, down the road, and eventually off a hill. The police arrived soon after and sought his credentials and started to ask ackward questions about his parking procedure.

Little did the unfortunate driver know that he was but the latest victim of Abernathy Clarke, “The Stitch-Up Artist.” Be sure to see it all on Thursday’s episode on Channel 6.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #138

Stepping Out

Your Corn Is like a Factory Assembly Line - Peterson Farms Seed

Drudgery, sludgery

Continuing the same of slog

That is the life you get

As just one of the system’s cogs

Do dare step out of line

And your own song boldly sing?

Let me know how that works out

As I do the expected thing


Padre