The exercise:
I just realized how long it has been since last we worked with the random CD prompt. Just another sign of how busy life has been, I suppose.
At any rate, that's what we're doing on this, the final day of May. Go find a song as randomly as you like and make use of its first line as your own. Giving credit where it's due, let your inspiration and imagination take over from there.
Did a family trip up to Penticton this morning/early afternoon to get some errands done. Went quite well, with Miles falling asleep for a little while in both directions and Max being entertained by videos.
Strange to think that this is only day two of six before I return to work.
Assuming the strawberries don't all ripen up before then. Probably doing a pick on Saturday regardless, just not sure how many we should be expecting to get off the plants at that point.
Mine:
Sweet Disaster by Whitehorse
Galileo was bluffing.
He had to be. Who would believe anything that crazy old fool said? He was already under house arrest for his crimes against the church and common sense, what more did he have to lose?
His life? He didn't have much of one, it seemed to me. Nothing worth spending too much time or energy on, at any rate. It would have been kinder, I'd often thought, if they'd just put him to death and had that dirty bit of business done with for good.
No, there was utterly no chance that he was telling the truth. He hardly seemed to believe the words he was speaking himself. I think all the fight must have been out of him by then.
At any rate, it made my decision all the easier.
"I call your bet," I told him as I slid two stacks of my chips into the middle of his wobbly kitchen table. After a moment's hesitation (a fairly decent bluff on my part, I should think) I added another stack. "And I raise you by another hundred."
Tuesday May 30th, 2017
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: deceit.
Trying to get Wednesday's post done tonight as well, so on with the haiku!
Mine:
A ruse. A facade.
Say what you will. I know you're
running from the truth.
* * *
Pretty lies slip from
pouting lips and I choose once
more to believe them
Write two haiku about: deceit.
Trying to get Wednesday's post done tonight as well, so on with the haiku!
Mine:
A ruse. A facade.
Say what you will. I know you're
running from the truth.
* * *
Pretty lies slip from
pouting lips and I choose once
more to believe them
Monday May 29th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about: disgust.
Sorry again for the late posting. I'll just get to it.
After pointing out that Tuesday's prompt will be delayed by a day. Hopefully it will go up shortly before Wednesday's prompt and I'll be back on schedule then.
Mine:
She sniffed as though it pained her
And then said with a sneer,
Watching you work fills me with disgust.
So I told her that's a shame
But it changes nothing,
For I'll continue to do what I must.
Write about: disgust.
Sorry again for the late posting. I'll just get to it.
After pointing out that Tuesday's prompt will be delayed by a day. Hopefully it will go up shortly before Wednesday's prompt and I'll be back on schedule then.
Mine:
She sniffed as though it pained her
And then said with a sneer,
Watching you work fills me with disgust.
So I told her that's a shame
But it changes nothing,
For I'll continue to do what I must.
Sunday May 28th, 2017
The exercise:
Quick, before the month is over, let us return to The Dream Kingdom.
Edit: well, perhaps not quickly. More like eventually. Blame it on late night sleepiness and a desire to do my yearlong entry right.
Anyway, on with the delayed show.
Mine:
"Destroy the Dream Kingdom?" Dylan shook his head as though he were trying to clear cobwebs. "Why would they want that? They'd be killing themselves along with the rest of you. Sounds like a weird way of committing suicide to me."
"They are of the belief," Nystor replied with a grimace, "that the Kingdom will not be annihilated, but merely reset. And that when that reset occurs they will return in greater numbers, with greater strength. They have been performing rituals and ceremonies and sacrifices to ensure that this comes to be. Prince Reimar is to be their final sacrifice."
"Maniacs." Josh said quietly. "Wait, you said they believe the reset will happen with the prince's death. Sounds like you don't share that perspective."
"I do not. It is utter foolishness. There is nothing waiting for us on the other side of the end."
"Maybe The Islanders just have better imaginations than you," Olivia observed, her mouth now returned to its rightful place.
"That's enough talking for now, I think," Nystor announced after giving Olivia a lengthy stare. "We must begin our journey now. Your training shall continue en route."
"Woah, woah, woah!" Dylan put both hands up in front of himself, like he was intending to physically stop anyone from leaving the room. "Just hold on here. We've got lots more questions that need to be answered before we decide what comes next."
"So. Many. Questions." Olivia came to stand beside him and Dylan stood a little taller. After a slight hesitation Josh joined their human wall.
"I'm sure you do. So would I, I imagine, were I in your boots. Or shoes, as the case may be. We will have to do something about your attire, won't we?"
"Our clothes? We've got more important things to worry about than what we're wearing!" It was an effort for Dylan not to look down to make sure he was still wearing pants.
"Indeed. Like time. And how much of it you have left to find King Brekstan."
"That sounded like a threat." Olivia crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.
"A threat? Goodness me child, no! Merely a statement of facts. Look for yourselves." Nystor pointed behind them and they turned to find three hourglasses, all seeming to match their heights, with silvery liquid beads dripping into the bottom chambers. "That is how much time each of you have. As I'm sure you have noticed, Dylan has a little less time remaining to him since he arrived here first."
"What happens when time's up?" Josh asked warily.
"Visitors to the Dream Kingdom can only be here for so long before they must wake and return to their own world. If they stay beyond that point... there is no returning. You will no longer be guests then. You will become permanent residents."
Quick, before the month is over, let us return to The Dream Kingdom.
Edit: well, perhaps not quickly. More like eventually. Blame it on late night sleepiness and a desire to do my yearlong entry right.
Anyway, on with the delayed show.
Mine:
"Destroy the Dream Kingdom?" Dylan shook his head as though he were trying to clear cobwebs. "Why would they want that? They'd be killing themselves along with the rest of you. Sounds like a weird way of committing suicide to me."
"They are of the belief," Nystor replied with a grimace, "that the Kingdom will not be annihilated, but merely reset. And that when that reset occurs they will return in greater numbers, with greater strength. They have been performing rituals and ceremonies and sacrifices to ensure that this comes to be. Prince Reimar is to be their final sacrifice."
"Maniacs." Josh said quietly. "Wait, you said they believe the reset will happen with the prince's death. Sounds like you don't share that perspective."
"I do not. It is utter foolishness. There is nothing waiting for us on the other side of the end."
"Maybe The Islanders just have better imaginations than you," Olivia observed, her mouth now returned to its rightful place.
"That's enough talking for now, I think," Nystor announced after giving Olivia a lengthy stare. "We must begin our journey now. Your training shall continue en route."
"Woah, woah, woah!" Dylan put both hands up in front of himself, like he was intending to physically stop anyone from leaving the room. "Just hold on here. We've got lots more questions that need to be answered before we decide what comes next."
"So. Many. Questions." Olivia came to stand beside him and Dylan stood a little taller. After a slight hesitation Josh joined their human wall.
"I'm sure you do. So would I, I imagine, were I in your boots. Or shoes, as the case may be. We will have to do something about your attire, won't we?"
"Our clothes? We've got more important things to worry about than what we're wearing!" It was an effort for Dylan not to look down to make sure he was still wearing pants.
"Indeed. Like time. And how much of it you have left to find King Brekstan."
"That sounded like a threat." Olivia crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.
"A threat? Goodness me child, no! Merely a statement of facts. Look for yourselves." Nystor pointed behind them and they turned to find three hourglasses, all seeming to match their heights, with silvery liquid beads dripping into the bottom chambers. "That is how much time each of you have. As I'm sure you have noticed, Dylan has a little less time remaining to him since he arrived here first."
"What happens when time's up?" Josh asked warily.
"Visitors to the Dream Kingdom can only be here for so long before they must wake and return to their own world. If they stay beyond that point... there is no returning. You will no longer be guests then. You will become permanent residents."
Saturday May 27th, 2017
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: one last chance.
Heat was manageable for most of the day. Started to wilt a bit toward quitting time. Guess my body is still getting used to the change in weather.
Parks and washrooms were quite reasonable today. Was expecting worse with the warmer temperatures, but I'm certainly not complaining.
Two more days to go, then my six day weekend begins!
Mine:
You've sung this tune many times but
Let's dance this dance again my friend.
Just know that when the music stops
You and I will have reached our end.
Write a four line poem about: one last chance.
Heat was manageable for most of the day. Started to wilt a bit toward quitting time. Guess my body is still getting used to the change in weather.
Parks and washrooms were quite reasonable today. Was expecting worse with the warmer temperatures, but I'm certainly not complaining.
Two more days to go, then my six day weekend begins!
Mine:
You've sung this tune many times but
Let's dance this dance again my friend.
Just know that when the music stops
You and I will have reached our end.
Friday May 26th, 2017
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: midnight in a small town.
Kat is at her book club meeting this evening, so I'm home alone with two sleeping boys. Gave me a chance to get caught up some more on comments, which I always appreciate.
Work went well today. Hot though. Going to be even hotter tomorrow.
Might have to jump in the lake at some point.
Or at least make use of the splash park, which is now open until summer is done with us for another year.
Mine:
It is quiet here, teetering on the edge of nowhere. Nobody's hanging about, nobody's passing through - where would they be going anyway, that would necessitate driving through this little nothing of a town in the dark of night?
No place good, that's for sure.
Though if there was somebody rumbling down the road to somewhere else, I'd be mighty tempted to hitch a ride...
Write four lines of prose about: midnight in a small town.
Kat is at her book club meeting this evening, so I'm home alone with two sleeping boys. Gave me a chance to get caught up some more on comments, which I always appreciate.
Work went well today. Hot though. Going to be even hotter tomorrow.
Might have to jump in the lake at some point.
Or at least make use of the splash park, which is now open until summer is done with us for another year.
Mine:
It is quiet here, teetering on the edge of nowhere. Nobody's hanging about, nobody's passing through - where would they be going anyway, that would necessitate driving through this little nothing of a town in the dark of night?
No place good, that's for sure.
Though if there was somebody rumbling down the road to somewhere else, I'd be mighty tempted to hitch a ride...
Thursday May 25th, 2017
The exercise:
Write about: the witch hunt.
Feeling okay about heading back to work tomorrow for another round of four days. More hot weather in store though, so we'll see how long that lasts.
Had another chiropractor visit today, my first in about a week due to scheduling issues. My rib was out of alignment again, which explains why my shoulder had been bothering me so much the last few days.
Glad I only have to wait until Tuesday for my next session.
Mine:
So which witch are we
Looking for today?
What has she done and
Who's agreed to pay?
Our rates are not cheap,
So I like to know
Who's footing the bill,
Who says stop or go?
Glinda... the Good Witch?
Wait. She wants who dead?
Dorothy's no witch!
What's got in her head?
I won't take this job!
No amount of... well.
Looks like I will, since
I'm under her spell...
Write about: the witch hunt.
Feeling okay about heading back to work tomorrow for another round of four days. More hot weather in store though, so we'll see how long that lasts.
Had another chiropractor visit today, my first in about a week due to scheduling issues. My rib was out of alignment again, which explains why my shoulder had been bothering me so much the last few days.
Glad I only have to wait until Tuesday for my next session.
Mine:
So which witch are we
Looking for today?
What has she done and
Who's agreed to pay?
Our rates are not cheap,
So I like to know
Who's footing the bill,
Who says stop or go?
Glinda... the Good Witch?
Wait. She wants who dead?
Dorothy's no witch!
What's got in her head?
I won't take this job!
No amount of... well.
Looks like I will, since
I'm under her spell...
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