Category Archives: Temperatures rising

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 6th 2019, Halloween

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Pumpkins and candles

coax loud screams from the children

on Eve of all Hallows

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47 ~Under the shell #Limerick

A pious girl called Susan from Hay

knelt down in the church to pray

it was like every males dream

when her skirt split at the seam

showing she’d gone commando that  day

 

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MLMM’s First Line Friday: August 30th, 2019

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“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. Perhaps that was my first and probably biggest mistake. It’s a character trait that has plagued me throughout my life. Happy go lucky, no caring about the consequences of my actions, just settle for the buzz, the adrenalin high. This is beginning to sound like the words of that song, you probably know it, be it upon your own head if you don’t. It goes something like, “Lend me ten pounds and I’ll buy you a drink, and the devil take the hindmost in the morning,” sums me up spot on.

Now to get back to the point, just one backward glance and I would have noticed there was  something incredibly wrong with the scene I had left behind. Instead of a mass of red and yellow flame with a sky-obscuring plume of oily smoke there was just a white glow and the crater which should have opened was rapidly filling in again. The whole expanse of earth, tarmac and brush started to flow like a river and no matter how hard I pressed my foot to the throttle, the car was still slowly moving backwards with me in it. This was more than unexpected, it was impossible, surreal and I did not want to be part of it. I surmised that the only way out was to get out and be very quick about it. With one hand I managed to release  my seat-belt then  I wrenched open my door and rolled out onto my side, leaving the car going away from me. By the time I finished rolling and got unsteadily to my feet I realised the error of my ways. It was like standing on a moving walkway and the sand-covered verge was slowly but surely pulling me back to the bomb-site. I didn’t have much time to figure out my next move. Wishing that I was Superman or any other of my childhood heroes I started to wonder what they would do. Then it hit me.”

 

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Funtime with Crimson’s Creative Challenge #35

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picture “uphill path” from Crispina Kemp

Sally lived at the top of the hill,

when she walked into town the boys got a thrill,

by design or just by chance

she often forgot her underpants,

every day the menfolk hoped for a breeze

when she went to pick up the groceries,

her mother said Sally this will have to stop

but her dad said she should also forget her top

why say that to her said his despairing wife

because I won’t have a bill for the rest  of my life.

 

 

 

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Friday funny #Limerick

Big-eared David was dating  big-nose Eileen

who was determined to prove she was keen

she said  I love you, I’ll show it,

lean back and I’ll blow it,

and the poor boy said no, that’s obscene

 

 

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MLMM’s Heeding Haiku With #Chèvrefeuille, June 26th 2019 … #sun~bathing

 

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Corpulent bodies

like mating elephant seals

soaking up the sun

 

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What do you See? April/09/2019

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And God looked down from on high at the gathering below. She smiled in order to put them at their ease, for arrayed in a circle below was a representative from all the nations of the Earth. Chosen at random and summoned while in an enchanted state, none had a recollection of how they had come to be here or why they had been so chosen. God enfolded them in her arms and in soft tones began to speak. Speaking in tongues so that all the gathering were able to understand the message she imparted. To emphasise her imparted warning a loud rumbling began to emanate from the very bowels of the Earth and the earth opened giving all assembled a glimpse of the infernal future for the planet. A certainty if these messengers were unable to convince their fellow countrymen throughout the world of the necessity for change. God released the people from their spell to return and begin their work. It was now dependant upon the inhabitants of the planet if they wished to avoid the second great flood. A flood of fire of their own making.

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Flash Fiction 99 Word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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It was only when we arrived in the basin that I read once more the ancient scroll that had been entrusted to my safekeeping. I realised that despite many years of poring over by student and fellow supposed expert alike we had based on our ideas on a mis-translation of the words. By carefully reordering the words finely etched on the copper plates I could see that our expedition was bound to end in failure. A disbelieving Lot had thought they could divert a river back to save his home but the ferocious heat had turned it to salt.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 114

road to changiSam looked at the trees lining the highway.  Varieties that he and his fellow prisoners had uprooted many years before. He knew tears would flow with every mile they covered, with each new memory. Memories of a life passed and lives lost amidst tears, both wasted and wasteful.  Tears mixed with sweat-diluted blood. In the blazing, tropical, midday sun, moisture was precious, the guards watching every move, seldom and reluctantly offering  water to drink. They had laid the track yard by yard but now he was perversely pleased to see their death railway transformed into the main highway through Burma

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Sue Vincent’s #Thursdayphotoprompt #Writephoto

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Princess Murano

her face framed in furnace fire

slowly raised her eyes

memories of fragrant blooms

fragile, fading, as of glass

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