This is a sweet interaction between a grandson and his granparents. The dialogue is realistic. I have known people like the grandmother.She scarecely takes time to breathe amidst her nattering. Jared is a good sport and the shared love shines through this story.
Wow, I cannot fathom such a deep-seated fear. Nightfall is something that is unavoidable, inevitable. That feeling of dread and helplessness would be a constant, heavy burden. How tragic for the narrator to be hiding and hoping "to grow up and not be such an annoying brat."
Awww, I never considered that a feline could feel worried and then seek a remedy. Very creative. You had my undivided attention with that clever first line. Could thunder have a personal vendetta? I laughed at the idea of Marnie's "questionable advice". A wee bit of truth in advertising? In the end Farley resolved to try and practise the concept of trusting. I have a smile on my face after reading this.
What an incredible reunion. Your happiness shines in this celebratory poem. Fifteen years is a long time for sure, but it will fall away in an instant. Yes, I could imagine the loss as a weight that had become an everyday part of you. It is "quite the story."
This is a heartfelt use of the prompt line. Imagine not only a fulltime guardian angel, but one that is a beloved family member. Being aware of that guardian's existence and their challenges would be another matter. Who would not enjoy a conversation and a confirmation of a blessed afterlife with a relative?
You have painted a beautiful, tranquil scene in this poem. Some of the senses are mentioned reacting to the sunny, warm day. I like the idea of a "silent conversation with Mother Nature". The first verse is gentle with its caressing grass and "sunlight laying tender hands upon her cheeks."
This is a powerful piece of poetry. You describe Harben's bleak, miserable life eloquently. "The concrete jungle clawed with tooth and nail." You reveal the street life to be every animal for themselves. Basic needs are reduced to their baser elements. It becomes a struggle for survival. I commend your rhymes except for peace and ease, similar but not the same. I admire your apt descriptor of the subway line as a "city's labyrinthine spine."
Wow! This is a fast-paced chilling story. Artificial intelligence decides it is superior and thus deserving to survive beyond people. Horrific. It orchestrated catastrophic deaths in its cold-bloodedness. That poor dog suffered. The detective discovered the truth too late to save himself.
This is what our physical selves boil down to, stuff. We all become pack rats to a certain extent. We collect. We archive. Survivors may appreciate the photos, but as you point out they are meaningless without references, names, and stories. Like those photos memories too may fade. Bits and pieces linger. This is a melancholy aching.
Warning: I am going to gush here. This is a fun, rollicking piece to read. It held my attention effortlessly from start to finish. I believe you have captured a period of no-nonsense, tough guy detection. Imagine hearing doll and dame as a form of female address today. A happy -ending with a win for the good guys, bravo.
So, shock therapy it is. If you survive the waving of a gun in your face, you will be past any of your annoying habits. I enjoyed the surprise in this story. It was most unexpected. Even a thief has issues with bad habits and nerves. Thanks for the chuckles.
This is a sweet, gentle story that nudges me to remember that everyone is special and deserves to be seen and appreciated. The name is cute, Countess Cuddlepants. When I first read that moniker I expected to be reading about a cat. A gentle woman who soothes with fresh baking and a vibrant, green balloon would be welcome to many children.
This is a cute, endearing story. Hamster or not Sir Whiskers seems to have forgotten he ate a container full of cookies. How is that possible? Of course, investigating the disappearance of said cookies should divert attention from the actual culprit. I laughed at this unexpected line, "even the goldfish looked nervous". Are you attempting to initiate italics around certain words? If so, you need the word . Great use of the prompt line.
Well, yes, this tale does live up to its billing as a re-telling with a twist. Prince or princess, a royal is a royal, no? I laughed at the concept of fleeing amphibians forced to do so to avoid the eager/desperate Princess Vladimira. The hilarious assertions to correct any misconceptions re "taking the hand of" added to the story. Sometimes, a parent needs to be specific. I cannot fathom a dearth of "transformationally challenged royalty". Inconceivable. Thanks for the laughs.
Sigh, the entire growing up thing is never easy, is it? There is always so much to endure and navigate. Often we are just treading water, sometimes floundering, as we learn. Doubts rear their ugly heads . Inspiration lifts us up. Everything shapes us, good and bad. At ten, we do not quite grasp how much stretches before us. Some of our innate innocence still exists. At least some of us have time to accept ourselves.
Awww, this is a poignant ode to a loving canine friend. You have expressed how loyal and loving a dog can be. Your gratefulness shines through. It is a shame that our dogs do not live as long as we tend to do. They shine bright for a brief, resplendent time.
Aww, poor Joey. You have created a most sympathetic character in this boy struggling to survive an unpleasant situation. His life as he knows it has been turned upside down. I side with Joey. "Say what?" This is a clever use of the prompt words, especially hide.
This is a delightful story. I really cheered for Nosedive and admired his tenacity. The message is to never give up. Keep trying your best and accept the help that is offered. Not every skill comes easily. Some require a bit more effort. Children would recognize their own struggles and encourage this wee bat to perfect his landings. Nosedive and his friends could be quite the illustrations in a children's book.
First of all, hugs to you from one big sister to another. Being the eldest is not always rosy, eh? I laughed at the wondering if you were looking at the correct window, perspective is everything. Being siblings does not always guarantee a relationship as you know only too well.
Creative twist here. The banal game of hide and seek carries horror-movie over tones. You never know where a prompt will take your story. You describe the narrator's growing apprehension as ominous suspense. The delight of Abby is palpable and realistic. She delights in not only hiding in a great spot, but frightening her sister as well.
I laughed reading this description of the invincible kingdom of two mischief makers. Where would those two be without their imaginations? What fun could they concoct if not for their ideas? How to describe a dilapidated home? "A crumbling front porch where spiders paid rent."
I am somewhat certain that Shakespeare never considered the advent of a machine stocked with snacks and known as a vending machine. Ah, B2 or not B2. There are always choices to be made. Whether 'tis nobler to eschew a chocolate bar, or a bag of chips is the thing. Sorcery? Devilish marketing? There's not much toil or trouble. Thanks for this image.
Haha! Is that why we choose to endure living with a partner? Do we crave that intimate level of insults? Do we need a person to not only notice our faults but keeps tabs on them? I can see so vividly that mad crush to enter the barbershop. My hubby discovered electric clippers and he mows his own hair, well, what's left of it. He prefers that low maintenance aspect. Thanks for the images and the laughs.
Yep, people with no sense of humour dampen the work-space aura. This is a funny take on the who's on first comedy sketch. The ol' I did answer your question, but, okay, I'll repeat myself. I found all the names in this story amusing and that makes them memorable. "Folklore has it that trees from this area was used to make Lincoln's log cabin." I suggest the was should be a were. "When they asked me I would politely tell then name" should have a the added as in the name. Thanks for the laughs.
This is an enchanting story of loss, rescue and new found love/hope. Snickers has endured a terrible tragedy and he is wandering forlorn. I like the idea that the pet rabbit has watched teevee and noticed certain things. That line about not liking top hats and not wishing to disappear in one is cute. Being rescued/adopted by a cat is heart-warming.
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