Originally posted as a comment on Colleen’s post:
https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2019/12/18/unheard/
I wish I’d said what’s in my head
I wish I’d kissed your lips instead
I should, I ought, have voiced my thought
Instead I failed and now there’s nought!
Limericks are normally light hearted, mildly humorous, often tongue in cheek, and slightly risqué. This one is not any of those. For whatever reason, this came to mind and it makes me rather sad. I shall not analyse, or explain, any more than that!
Jenny from Jarrow was sad
she’d argued with Mum and with Dad
She’d never felt right
and had told them in fright
that she desperately felt like a lad
There once was a man went to Filey
he was really incredibly smiley
He suffered a scare
when attacked by a bear
now he’s anxious and acts very shyly
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Pexels at Pixabay.comThe dead man’s switch was now so uncomfortable that he was finding it difficult to keep it depressed.
One hour, 59 minutes, and six seconds so far.
His finger was sore.
It was bleeding.
He really wanted to let it go.
Only 54 seconds left and his daughter would be safe!
Just hold on!
(278 characters)
Oh the smell, and the whiff, and the pong
as the world goes terribly wrong
it’s all just erupted
with earth much corrupted
hold your nose and join in with a song!
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by MarkusmitK@pixabay.comLucky
He’d been a loser all his life.
At school they gave him the nickname “lucky” because anything that could go wrong, always did.
He decided he’d had enough. He would end it all by jumping under a train.
His phoned pinged with the latest news headline.
“Rail strike halts all trains!”
(278 characters)
With a full time job, and all the fantastic poetry she writes, I don’t know where Kat finds the time to keep up with this wonderful challenge, but I’m glad that she does.
Here is this week’s picture prompt, to write a story in 280 characters or fewer. My contribution is below.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Felipe Ribeiro at Pexels.comFirstly here is Kat’s own story.
The Lottery
The lottery was held a week before the meteor collision. One million souls would be selected, with the winners being notified privately.
Days passed and neighbor’s eyed each other suspiciously. But no one seemed to have made the cut. No one, but the leaders and their families.
I thought that I would add to this:
The Jackpot
They approached the Sun to use the slingshot effect to set course for Alpha 7, and a new life.
Alarms sounded!
They were being dragged into the fiery hell, and nothing they did had any effect.
Back on Earth, everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief as the meteor passed safely by.
(279 characters)
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.comHe was delighted when a donor hand had been found, after his own had been crushed. Perfect!
He was delighted when there were no complications. Perfect!
He was delighted that the hand matched in colour and size. Perfect!
It was perfect in every way, but one!
It was trying to kill him!
(280 characters)
Thank you to Jim Adams, who tirelessly hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite songs.
There are always some songs that turn up that I am not familiar with, and it’s good to hear new music. Sometimes these become new favourites too.
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
From the themes this week I’ve chosen to go with “Hurt”.
There is far too much hurt in the world. Sometimes we hurt people deliberately, sometimes we hurt unintentionally. Sometimes we even hurt others without realising we have done so.
Some people suffer hurt through illness, some through loss of loved ones, others because they feel hopeless, or neglected, or useless.
Some are hurt physically, many are hurt mentally.
We all will, at some time in our lives, hurt someone in some way. For any that I have hurt, I am truly sorry. For those that are hurting now, and for those who can see no end to their hurt, I offer love, and hugs, unconditionally.
Sadly, there is no doubt that at times Everybody hurts. Here is REM to sing the song. The final words are what matters: “You are not alone”.
Everybody Hurts
When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on)
(Hold on) if you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you’ve had too much
Of this life
Well, hang on
‘Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don’t throw your hand
Oh, no
Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone
No, no, no, you’re not alone
If you’re on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you’ve had too much
Of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
You are not alone
Songwriters: Bill Berry / Michael Stipe / Peter Buck / Michael Mills
Everybody Hurts lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
As a bonus this week I offer Smokie with “Love Hurts”
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Adhitya Andanu at Pexels.comSince those huge bright globes appeared low in the sky it hadn’t been safe to venture outside.
All who tried were frazzled to a cinder.
We soon realised that we needed to keep to the shadows, but then the acid rain proved deadly too!
We’ve now used the last of the food and water!
(280 characters)
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