Skies of Tomorrow

I ask about the skies today and wonder on tomorrow

On clouds, and wings, and stranger things, to beg, to steal, to borrow

Perhaps I’m here, but maybe not, I’m sure I do not know

Just as I come, I turn around, and then proceed to go

I float away, and drift on high, in cuddly, snuggly clouds

I hover high, up in the sky, all covered in the shrouds

I look down on the fields and towns on rivers and on streams

I ponder now on what I see and wonder what it means

 

I am indebted,  entirely, to Ward Clever for planting these thoughts in my head, based on his lovely post which you can find at:

https://wardclever.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/skies-of-tomorrow/

 

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Twittering Tale #50 – 19 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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

Just around the corner, Mum!
When they got there, the giant’s body had disappeared.
Look Mum, look. You can see the impression on the ground!

(139 characters)

Twittering Tale #49 – 12 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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

The apartments at the top of the World Trade Centre really were the ultimate in luxury. He whispered in her ear “Will you be mine forever?”

(139 characters)

(There were NO apartments in the WTC buildings destroyed on September 11 2001)

Twittering Tale #48 – 5 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

 Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Look closely at the shelves to see why! Check out all the fabulous entries here.

The star trooper teleported out of danger but now found himself overlooking a strange world with ten moons. A bitter smell pervaded the air.

(140 characters)

A bent lady, eclipsed by wet ducks?

There was a young lady from Gwent

who found that she came as she went.

She didn’t know why,

that as she passed by,

her back was incredibly bent.

 

She went to the doctors to ask.

“Lost cause” he said, “Go buy a cask.

Drink plenty of sherry

until you are merry,

sit back in the sun and just bask.”

 

She died and was buried at noon.

Some said it was awfully soon.

Some others thought “Why,

when I look at the sky,

can I see both the sun and the moon?”

 

Of course, it is perfectly plain

that we often see ducks in the rain,

and the lady from Gwent,

who came as she went,

was horribly bent and insane!

Account overdrawn

If only I could see an end,

and know what time there is to spend,

I may, perhaps, withdraw some days

with no more thought of he who pays.

 

And then when I had no days left,

with those remaining so bereft,

some weeping, sad, and quite forlorn,

I’d tarry there where I was born.

 

I’d hold your hand, and you would seek

the source of breath upon your cheek,

and then I’d whisper in your ear.

You’d know my presence, feel me near.

 

But, sadly, my account was bare.

There were no extra days to share!

And no withdrawal ever made.

The bank was empty, so I paid!

Twittering Tales #46 – 22 August 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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

They gathered round the creature in awe, having come from afar to worship. Its eight limbs were silhouetted in the light of the ship’s glow.

(140 characters)

Twittering Tale #44 – 7 August 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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

Looking up, it saw a huge green eye.

It wasn’t the usual lady; it liked her body odour.

This one was pungent and rancid. Not nice at all!

(137 characters)

 

Love hurts

Unhand me woman! Let me be.

I’m leaving now, I have to flee.

I cannot stand another day.

You’ve hurt me so, in every way.

 

Unhand me now! Unless you stop

then I shall fight until I drop.

Unhand me now, I say again,

I cannot tolerate the pain.

 

Please let me be, just let me go.

I really used to love you so!

Now you have changed, or maybe not.

Perhaps I earned just what I got.

 

It may have been my fault, not yours.

Perhaps you really had just cause?

If that’s the case, then please forgive,

but let me go, please let me live!

 

(I have been happily married to my wife for 43 years now. In that time we have never been violent to one another – maybe the odd harsh word,  but not many!!)

Twittering Tales #42 – 25 July 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

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

Reveille sounds at six they said
but who would dare to wake the dead
the bugle call was right on time
and Mary’s ghost arose sublime!

(130 characters)

• In 1851, the four-story Marshall House was built by Mary Marshall.
• It served as a hospital for soldiers toward the end of the Civil War, and during two yellow fever epidemics.