tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post737108413602799778..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday September 18th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-31054558556221465742016-10-08T16:04:53.944-07:002016-10-08T16:04:53.944-07:00Morganna - that's some great atmosphere and im...Morganna - that's some great atmosphere and imagery! And I think you've perfectly captured the feeling of being at the fair :)<br /><br />Caroline - hello and welcome to the blog! Thanks for sharing this with us :)<br /><br />I, too, was terrified of the scary rides. Thankfully my sisters and dad generally let it go, aside from the odd encouragement to give them a try. My mom was fully with me on the 'no way in the world' party :)<br /><br />And I'm glad to see you've got so many positive memories as well!<br /><br />Greg - yeah, it was my first time there and I thought it was pretty great.<br /><br />Ah, good to hear from Charles again - it feels like it has been a while. And a perfect scene for him to return to as well :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-14869915567645962892016-09-19T22:10:41.054-07:002016-09-19T22:10:41.054-07:00@Morganna:I like the circular nature of your poem ...@Morganna:I like the circular nature of your poem today, starting and finishing at the barn. It mimics the start and end of the day for me, which makes the whole poem a kind of self-contained reflection. I really like it.<br /><br />@Caroline: your memories do indeed seem fond!<br /><br />@Marc: it sounds like the horse riding was definitely your favourite part of the fair! Max looks like he's having fun in that picture, so maybe he's getting over the shy phase now? I shall look forward to hearing that he's opening the deer gate in order to let the moose in so he can ride them at home. It looks like a pretty good fair from the link too; the interactive axe throwing sounds like fun - but I guess that's for when the kids are older? :)<br /><br /><b>The country fair</b><br />Charles Asciugimento, Head of Building Security, twisted his face into a snarl so customary that it actually felt more comfortable than when his face was relaxed. The atrium of the Building was full of people and hay bales; there was a tractor parked by the wishing-well, and two of the shop-fronts had been opened and were being used to host four cows and eighteen goats. Now then there was a cluck as a chicken darted for cover, but then that was all masked by the roar of the chainsaws starting up for the log-carving competition. The smell -- the stench, he thought -- was incredible: sweat, animal odours, manure, wet straw. The last time he'd smelled anything like it has been that church in Mulb- no, he wasn't going to remember that either.<br />He stepped away from the balcony, regretting still that the organisers had insisted on moving the sculpture from the atrium that he used as a sniper post from time to time and walked down a short security-access corridor. The soundproof door at the far end opened as he approached, RFID technology detecting his pass-cards and responding. Inside, the noise muted by not entirely gone, he tried to relax, but the snarl just got deeper.<br />The door opened behind him and closed again and Samanthony came in. He was carrying two dead chickens, one in each hand, and he stopped short when he saw Charles.<br />"I hope you strangled them yourself," said Charles, unable to keep the loathing from his voice.<br />"Victims of the interactive axe throwing competition," said Samanthony. He swung the left chicken, revealing a deep gash in its breast. "The organisers are saying that someone changed the sign showing the age limits for entry."<br />"Of course they are," said Charles. "And they can't tell the difference between a 3-year old and 13-year old."<br />"Well..." Samanthony's body language suggested his might agree. "But then the same thing seems to have happened with the chainsaw carving competition."<br />"I be surprised if a three-year old could pick a chainsaw up," said Charles. He checked his watch.<br />"Other way," said Samanthony. "The minimum age was set at 70, they got no entrants at all."<br />"Shame. Right, give me those, you're going to be needed out there. I think the bull is due to arrive."<br />"Bull, sir?"<br />"To go with the cows. Literally, I suspect." Charles almost cracked a smile.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-50600695930662740572016-09-19T11:26:34.080-07:002016-09-19T11:26:34.080-07:00Here is a snippet of my county fair memories that ...Here is a snippet of my county fair memories that I've observed and experienced over the years...<br />When I was little, going to the fair both gave me joy and anxiety. I loved the funnel cake, face paint, feeding goats, and driving my parents around in bumper cars. My anxiety came from some of my family members trying to force me on "scary" rides. I didn't enjoy (and I still don't enjoy) roller coasters. I know my Heather thought I was a baby for not at least trying some of the rides. <br /><br />But when I look back now and think of the fair, I think of the fond memories I've had over the years. I've seen my favorite Christian artists perform, won an inflatable duck (nicknamed "Ducky"), won a goldfish (He is in my dorm now and has lived for 4 years), and witnessed my mom throw up after riding the Tilta-whirl, which she nicknamed the "Tilta-Hurl." It's been great.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01438265460987390840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-4099623167675868062016-09-19T10:36:37.333-07:002016-09-19T10:36:37.333-07:00Barns and
Animals -- hay
Carnies barking; popcor...Barns and <br />Animals -- hay <br />Carnies barking; popcorn, <br />Cotton candy scenting the air <br />People press, staring at the prize winning <br />Food and flowers. Horses thunder <br />Through their races before <br />Their warm blankets <br />And barns.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.com