WedWords....Illumination

Ah Ha!

Bella believed she had reached an age of illumination while riding home in a raucous school bus.  Ah ha! Now life all makes sense!

At her age of 16, Bella viewed events with profound insight. Of course!  Wild fires are results of droughts!  Children are monsters because their parents are idiots! Ice cream melts when it leaves frozen conditions! 

Walking home with her insipid brothers, another profound thought occurred. My brothers’ favorite past time is teasing me.  I hope they develop massive face-covering case of pimples, and wish they could die.

The above underlined words are from Elephant's Child.

This is a wonderful writing experience created by Delores  who challenged bloggers to break out of their genre and try something for a break.  Over time, other bloggers have provided words of their own.  Please go to above site, and post your own thoughts in comment section or at your own site. 

So it goes...

There is no end to our struggles.  How about my old super-soft Star Wars tee?  What about those flip flops from Hawaii?

Why do we hold onto those beloved clothes and shoes?

 A beloved favorite from YouTube.

What would you do?

Darkest Hour...

Ode to a Platitude

Karen growled and muttered an assortment of foul words in her car, driving over speed limit.  Her visit to Mom and Grandma did not provide the affirmation and comfort she had hoped it would.

Bill had packed up his stuff in the night and was gone before she woke up.  Note:  I’m outta here, bitch…and the last word was written in bold letters. Now, Karen needed to share her pain.

They were all in Mom’s kitchen, sipping on peach herbal tea.  Mom was kneading bread, taking loaf after loaf from the oven.  These would go to the homeless shelter.  Grandma was sitting quietly while knitting baby blankets for preemies at the local hospital.

Karen was trying tell of her woes and ask for advice when the litany began.

“You know, honey, the darkest hour is just before the dawn. You’ll do fine.” This one came from Mom.

“Such is life,” Grandma added. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” She dropped a stitch, but caught it time.

Karen turned from one face to the other, listening with disbelief.

“Yes, sweetie. God has a plan for you…you just don’t know it yet!...and then…It is what it is…Time heals all wounds…Life doesn’t give you things you can’t handle…It could be worse…It wasn’t meant to be…There are plenty more fish in the sea…Everything happens for a reason..

When Karen’s grandma said “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”…

Karen leaped to her feet and raced to her car.  She skidded out the driveway, narrowly missed the mailbox.  This found her flying along the freeway with profanity tailing after her.  Her thoughts were not kind.  If she ever heard one more mindless platitude, she would vomit.

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The italicized and underlined words about are from Wednesday Words, where bloggers can play freely and experiment with the words or prompt. This week's prompts are provided by Margaret Adamson and her friend Sue Blucher.

These words or prompts may be found on Elephant's Child. Go check her site and see how others have run with this idea.

Many thanks to Delores, who created this idea.

Post-Apocalyptic Information as seen by my son

My son, John, with my daughter Mary, and Benjamin in Switzerland

Finding another box to unpack has become routine in this house; then there is a moment of discovery and/or disappointment.  With big sighs or sadness, the box is either unpacked or closed up to be pitched out.  When will  this stop, I ask.  When. Will. This. Stop?

“Ah-Ah.”

This was one of the many strange boxes, hidden in garage rafters, where dust and mites had settled.  Movers followed blind orders and brought this one to here. On the lid were words written in our son’s peculiar handwriting, with his peculiar humor.

“If Zombies or commies or red Chinese attack or Christmas 2013: Break the seals and open.  Open and prepare your body for Thunderdome (That is probably the new law).”

I did open the lid, but all the warnings did not come to fruition. Written upside down (for the unfortunate opener) were directions:

(on one side) “These are for laundry, toruniquets, and needless hangings” with an arrow pointing down.

(next side) “Done cleaning? Make your broom do double duty to kill zombies.” Arrow pointing down.

(Last side) “ Instrumental video”

Strangely, contents of the box were missing only the broom, but included two binoculars.  But it did include some awesome knives, which were apparently a present for his father that Christmas.  The method of presentation was clever. 

Our son has grown on to a successful life and career, but has maintained his peculiar sense of humor.

My son with his fiance' Arlette

John (5), Mary (3), Erin (9) in 1984

If I find more photos, I will flood the zone called "Oh, how precious they were and are now!"

WenWords...Lies, Outrageous Lies

windmill blades
for sale as wall art

Danny burst through his apartment door, staggering and dripping from rain.  He stripped down naked.  He wanted to be cold, so cold that every part of his body shivered. Freezing cold.

Danny had flown headfirst into a relationship with Kerry, lovely lovely Kerry. Then he quickly discovered Kerry was superb at creating an intricate windmill of lies. 



These were so perposterous, linked together with a weaver's skill. Each lie was more elaborate than previous ones. Only Kerry could make her deception an art form.

Yes, Danny wanted to shiver, freeze to excape Kerry's windmill.

WedWords were first created years ago by Delores.  She did great battles with her computer and then took time to heal.  Delores can be found in Google Plus, writing and enjoying herself.

For the month of September, Elephant's Child will host wonderful words provided by Margaret Adamson and friend Sue. Go to E.C. and see what others have written, and feel the urge to join this entertaining time.

Torch in a Dark Fount

Such fragility

Finn struggled with creating meaning narrative in his latest book, Torch a the Dark Fount.

Liam carefully spread his own shawl upon….

Who? Why would he “spread” any shawl upon…? Delete…delete…

Liam grasped his knife and savagely shred the silken shawl ….

A little better….type, type…

Liam presented a fragile white crocus dipped in enemy blood to Warrior Queen Maeve.

Ah, much better, Finn decided.  With a chest filled with pride, he headed to his kitchen.

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He did not push save, something he would regret in a few hours.

Wednesday Words  were started by Delores, after battling her computer.  She can be found on Google +.  September words can be found on Elephant's Child.  Please visit her site and meet other participants.


I know these are last week's words, but I liked them and we did not return from our trip until Friday. :-] This week's words will appear on Monday!

He strikes again.

  

He's back.

A brutal scene greeted Det. James.  Blood splattered everywhere, gruesome and dark.  But, there were no bodies. None. 

Det. James and Forensics scoured the house, gathering bits of evidence.  But, still there was nothing, no clues at all.  Packing up and walking out the door, Det. James was certain he had missed something.  But what?

Something from the patio caught his eyes.  Turning around, James saw the carcass of a bright yellow rooster.  Feathers littered the patio, a patch of yellow around the dead fowl.

Det. James shook his head.  “He’s back.  Rooster Man is back. Damn.”

This was posted in December 2015.  Had to be under 100 words.  Loved writing this.