Twittering Tales #23 – 28 March 2017

Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

You may need to enlarge the photo unless you are into GoPro cameras!

The skies were full of hero’s! Prices from £150 up to well over £3,000. Not quite like during the blitz though! They were real heroes.

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Twittering Tales #22 – 21 March 2017

Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.img_7499.jpg

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Hildegard scanned the track again. Yesterday she found 27. Today maybe more. If she could find just 35 she’d be able to escape at last!

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In memory of P.C. Keith Palmer, Metropolitan Police.

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The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?”

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
“No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,
because those of us who carry badges
can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
that wasn’t mine to keep….
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear.

If you’ve a place for me here,
Lord, It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected, or had too much,
but if you don’t…..I’ll understand.

There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God.

“Step forward now, policeman,
you’ve borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven’s streets,
you’ve done your time in hell.”

Author Unknown

I Loved Them Enough

For any parent whose children have yet to reach 10 years old you NEED to read this, and commit it to memory for later use.

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Each of my children, during their teenage angst years, once told me they hated me.  There was a five year age gap between them.  It was two separate occasions with years dividing the incidents.  So it wasn’t as if I was bombarded.  And each time I could see it approaching.

They didn’t mean it.

Though they were pretty vehement in their expression at the time, I knew better.

I knew they felt like they had no control.

I knew they felt like I had all of the control.

And I knew what to do.  I was ready.  Prepared.  I had this one.

I had read a story, long before this point in my life, about a parent who’s child had constantly said “I hate you”.  So when it was my turn, I borrowed from that wise parent.

When it happened I reacted with great calm.

When each child in their own…

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Twittering Tales #21 – 14 March 2017

Kat Myrman has this wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

It starts with one word
which nobody heard.
’twas typed by a ghost
and sent in the post.
The ghost, a poor sinner
was hailed as the winner!

 

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Little Fears – A site (sic) to behold

Audio visual edition. To view on Youtube, click here. Hope you enjoy! ~ “Man, I have been stressed recently” said Blue. “So have I” sighed Spectre. “I once heard coral dies when it gets stressed” pondered Blue. “Coral?” exclaimed Spectre. “What does coral get stressed about?” “Current events” replied Blue.

via Coral — Little Fears

Flight of fancy #1

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If she could fly, she would

and then, she found, she could;

she fully understood,

and thought it very good!

 

She’s now accomplished in

deep diving with a fin.

She’s into drinking gin,

and almost every sin!

 

I think that I’m in love.

Perhaps, without a shove

she fits me like a glove.

She’s sent from heaven above!

 

Married now so long,

we’re like a favourite song.

Our love is oh so strong.

Whatever could go wrong?

 

Alas she fell and bled,

was injured on the head.

My life is full of dread.

She flew away quite dead!