Awake In The Night

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It’s going to be another long sleepless night.  It’s frustrating sometimes to be one of the only people awake, while the world slumbers.  I am hot, my uniform seems too warm for the conditions and it sticks to me uncomfortably.  

The loneliness is the worst part.  Okay, my supervisor does come around periodically to check on things, but for the most part I am alone here in the night.  I often wonder why I signed up for this in the first place.  It’s not like the money’s that good, and the odd hours just emphasise that to me.

I jump as a light comes on on the control panel in front of meIt is the moment I have trained for!  I hope I am up to the challenge.

“Welcome to Happy Burger, can I take your order please.”


Tale Weaver #264 – Awake In The Night





Alex Stoddard

Like with many pets that look so cute when they are small, the Zurgs had miscalculated exactly how big their acquisition from that beach on the third planet would get.  They had found it while on last decade’s vacation and the children pestered them to keep it.

“Xixi, you really have to stop indulging the kids,” Xorgon Zurg said glancing over to the pet corner.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

“That biped you got for Ziron.  It’s eating us out of house and home.  And, its out-growing its tank again.”

“It’s not like you need to take care of it,” Xixi retorted.

“No, I just have to pay for the stupid thing.  Do you know what the vet bills come to?  I thought not.  ‘It’s a little one,’ you said.  ‘It won’t eat much.’  Do you know what the water alone costs?  What’s a Xenonian to do?”


Photo Challenge #304




Windy: A Tautogram Poem

Storm Damage, Oak, Tree Break, Canceled



When West winds wail,

Wild willows weep.

When wanderers wait,

Within walls –

Which withstand withering winds.

Wayfarers waylaid when –

Woodlands’ winding ways were wrecked.



Inspired by Storms Ciara and Dennis, and by Saturday Mix: Tautogram Poems

Tautogram Poems

A “tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of ‘tauto’ meaning ‘the same’ and ‘gramma’ meaning ‘letter.’ Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.”



Tea Spirit


Daniel Fehr

The Tea Spirit embodied

In a drink invigorating and clean

Her very essence captured

In the beverage of which she is queen


Some swear by burned beans

For the making of brews

But it is in the simple leaf

That I find my muse


The Tea Spirit’s gift

A drink invigorating and clean

Her very essence in it captured

The elixir which among drinks – is queen




Photo Challenge #303


See also: Tea Song






The Inquisitor

Instrument, Old, Sextant, Protractor


“What’s that you carry’n, Mister?” the boy asked as Steve Jonus passed him on the street.

“What business is that of yours?” Steve replied.

“None, I s’pose,” the youth said. “It’s juss that it looks curious.”

“Curious?” Steve replied unwittingly being drawn into the conversation.

“Yep, ain’t ever seen anythin’ like it before.”

“It’s a sextant,” Steve said. “It’s to help me make maps.”

“What do you need to make maps for?” the boy retorted.

“So people can find their way to places,” Jonus explained.

“Like where?”

“Like to Centreville,” the cartographer said.

“Why’d they need a map for that?” the boy queried. “It’s juss on the otter side of the bridge.”



Tale Weaver #262 – Carry



The Big Chance

Forest, Hiking, Forest Path, Trail, Away, Path, Moss


In a dingy tavern near the crossroad of the North Way and the Forest Course, Aalof sat across the table from the hardened veteran Thall.  For seven years Aalof had watched parties of adventurers and mercenaries pass through the tavern, and for seven years he had served them meat and ale; and been yelled at by Uncle Harnor, the proprietor for being too slow at his tasks.  Today will be different, he thought.  I am going to leave this lousy tavern behind, and really have a life.

“So what skills can you offer me?” the mighty warrior asked as he reached out a scarred hand the grab a tankard.

“I do magic,” Aalof said confidently.  He then picked up two iron rings from an adjoining table and muttered a couple of mystical sounding words before slamming the rings together.  The two iron hoops were instantly interlocked.

The huge warrior nodded as if impressed, and then chugged down the rest of his ale.

“I can always find use for a wizard,” Thall said reaching for another tankard.  “There are five of us.  You will be the sixth.  Food for the journey, and fifteen percent of the booty will be your share.”

“Great,” Aalof said with an excited squeal.  “Great,” he said again after clearing his throat, in a slightly deeper voice.

“We leave when I finish my ale,” the warrior said matter of factly.

Aalof excused himself from the table, and ran to his room to grab his meagre belongings and then checking that his uncle was not looking, he dodged out a side door to wait for the adventurers near the stable.

Once the party had gathered, they set out along the Forest Course, and then took a side trail into the deep wood.  After a short while they came to a clearing.

“I don’t like the feel of this,” Anson, the woodsman said.  “The ground is too tidy.  Look no fallen sticks or other debris.  It’s been recently cleared.  Be careful of traps.”

The party took a more defensive formation and stepped cautiously into the clearing.

Suddenly an arrow shot out from the opposite tree-line and caught Noor, the healer in the thigh.  A second slammed into Thall’s shield, almost immediately.  Anson let loose a shaft of his own in response, and the party backed slowly to their own tree-line.

As Noor began tending her own wound, six Goblins and a decrepit looking old mage came into sight.  The wizened figure loosed a fireball which narrowly missed the Dwarf, Bjin and torched a nearby pine.

Thall turned to young Aalaf.  “Do something,” he demanded.

The youth stood dumbfounded for a moment, and then asked, “Like what?”

“Magic, you idiot!” the warrior roared.

Fiddling in his shoulder bag, Aalof fished out a small box. Opening it he said “Pick a card, any card.”



Tale Weaver – #261 – Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – Wizard


The Fair

Elkhart, Indiana, In, County, Fair, 4-H



I travelled down to the County Fair.

Amid livestock and produce –

To check out the fare.

Some lovely aromas met me –

Of roasting fowl,

But to my disappointment it tasted foul.



Saturday Mix – Double Take, 1 February 2020


“The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones* to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all of them in your response – which can be poetry or prose.”

Our homophone sets this week are: fair, fare and foul, fowl