Quokkas twice in a day has to be some sort of record.
Apart from that, this is really lovely, and well worth a look at the original too. There are some nice people around, and you don’t have to look far to find them!
Recently Sunny Skyz posted a collection of the most wholesome tweets of 2018. I’m recycling a few of my favorites here. See them all here.
via Pinpricks of light amid the darkness — bluebird of bitterness
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 280 characters or fewer.
Photo by fotoerich at Pixabay.comHere is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
Those new contraceptive tablets were great.
The instructions were really clear.
I just had to make a sheath out of the intestine of a goat and stretch it over my organ, before ravishing all the handmaidens I desired.
I didn’t have an organ, or a piano, so I stretched it over my lyre!
(280 characters)
They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers
With bombs up their sleeves
Cut-throats and thieves
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot
Share our food
Share our homes
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us
A place should only belong to those who are born there
Do not be so stupid to think that
The world can be looked at another way
(now read from bottom to top)
– Brian Bilston
This poem is taken from You Took the Last Bus Home, a collection of Brian Bilston’s poetry published by Unbound in October 2016
http://www.brianbilston.com
….and one of them is reading this just now!
Sending this seasonal, succinct, second hand sentiment because it is far better than I could have put into words. Happy New Year!
A lovely story that is international, although, in this instance, comes from Iran.
Three old men knocked on a door.
A young woman opened the door.
The Three old men said: “We are hungry and tired, could you help us?”
She responded: “My husband and son are inside the house and we would be glad to help you.”
One of the old men said: “My name is WEALTH, that one is SUCCESS and the other one is LOVE. Only one of us can come in. Go and ask your husband which one of us should come to your house.”
She walked back inside and told the circumstances to her husband and son.
Her husband said: “Let the wealth in. We need that. We can do anything with wealth.”
She said: “Why not to let the success come in. We can have wealth if we’re successful.”
Their son said: “We should let the love in. A home is home when it is full of…
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