Hi! This title intrigued me and so I came for a peek at you story. This is the stuff of nightmares and more specifically a mother's nightmare. Mothers worry about losing their children and/or harm to them. Mothers also seem to have super-natural hearing to alert them to everything. That black bear is spooky, malevolent. The eyes seem to be eery and frightening. I enjoyed reading this story and it appears to be something you could develop further. It raises questions. What happens next? Cue the dramatic music. I noticed a few issues, words missing here and there. this time could hear needs a she could hear or Jade could hear. Describing the search of the bathroom needs a verb: "there was no other sign of life." It should be "the covers slightly moved." "The room started fading to black." These are a few fixes. Thanks for sharing this story!
Well, this is indeed about a different birth. I've seen the emergence of butterflies, but never the birth of a caterpillar. It's beautiful, but not as harrowing as the birth of a child. Nature is a marvel. Life exists everywhere. Yes, I still view many insects as creepy crawlies. Thanks for sharing!
So many of our memories center around food, don't they? I'm laughing at your reference to Birdzilla, the giant turkey that could feed an army. Our poor ol' ovens cannot accommodate all of a neighbour's good intentions. At least you did have cooked poultry after your efforts. Thanks for sharing this laugh!
Whew, you are a busy woman. Writing must give you a chance to sit and breathe. I can relate. Nothing compares to motherhood. You deserve me time. I hope you make time to continue writing. Thanks for sharing.
This is a heartfelt outpouring of grieving. I understand your imagery of feeling untethered and lost. Your entire world changes forever with the loss of a mother. As you describe, a mother is everywhere and exists in most memories. Nothing makes sense anymore. This sums it up: "swimming without water." Thanks for this eloquent share.
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I read your bio and I just have to say my Nanny was a Cookson fan ,too. She was born in England and moved to Canada as a child. Congrats for 52 years in a relationship. That is no mean feat or something to sneer at. You discovered a wonderful valentine. This is a heartfelt poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Stress, it does exist and for some people it plays havoc with their health. I'm sure top-tier athletes know all about stress. Imagine four years of intense training and then disaster strikes at an Olympic event. Even a cold or the flu can spell disaster. Thanks for sharing this story.
I'm sorry for your loss. Your devastation and sorrow are evident in this poem. I don't believe anyone is ever ready to lose a partner no matter their health or age. To love someone is to expose your vulnerability and that shines through. This poem is beautiful and thanks for sharing it.
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This is a delightful story! I couldn't help but smile as I read it and discovered the lesson of friendship within it. Yes, not everyone seems as they are. People may seem to be prickly, but are just shy or misunderstood. Every animal and person deserves friends and acceptance. Thank for sharing!
Well, yes, this is short and dare I say sweet. The title intrigued me because I do love dessert. A sundae is a versatile sweet with its many flavours and toppings. My hubby loves a banana split. Chocolate is probably the most recognized and favoured flavour. Your description is mouth-watering.
Haha! Cupid did not make 'you' into a horse's ass he lead 'you' to a horse's ass. So, not only is love blind, Cupid blindfolds himself. I suspect he never looks back let alone look at all. Great creativity! Kudos on rhyming derriere and posterior...sort of. Thanks for the laughs!
I am tearing up. What an emotional piece of writing. Pets are definitely family members. I too remember the exuberant greetings as if I'd been away from home forever. They live for too short a time and that unconditional love leaves wonderful memories. Sharing that unexpected, final goodbye with Mitzy was a blessing. Hugs. Thanks for sharing this heartfelt story.
Parents evoke all kinds of emotions and memories. All could be overwhelming, the good and the bad. Obviously, Edgar's father will not be remembered fondly. Chopping down a tree is symbolic. Edgar is cutting his father from his life. He doesn't want that tree to exist and be a connection to his own roots. Thanks for the read!
First, welcome to WDC fellow June gal. You've set some doable goals for yourself in this letter. It's not always easy to revisit older bits of writing and rework them though. Sure, it's possible, but the new ideas vie for attention and a writer only has so much time/energy to devote to expression. I kept some of my childhood scribbles and they illustrate my love for words. I too love to read, but I don't keep track of the numbers of books I devour. I could just to emphasize how many I liked. I wish for you that you accomplish/complete your challenges. Thanks for sharing.
I like how this character amuses herself with daydreams of movie scenarios and relates them to her surroundings. I can see a wooded area resembling a scene from The Blair Witch Project. I also agree with her reasoning. Are hikers more afraid of a dog than a wild creature? Dogs are often more boisterous though and over-eager with their greetings. Not too many rabid skunks jump up on people or bowl them over. That final sentence is a teaser. Thanks for sharing.
I'm hooked. What did happen in that silent, seemingly empty house? Busybody Marcie wonders and now so do I. I like her inner thoughts as she justifies her nosiness. Of course, she's doing her duty as a vigilant neighbour. The routine of her walks has been disturbed by that one unusual detail. Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction. Thanks for sharing.
This is such an inspirational story about dog adoption. Ricky Bobby seems like a joyful character. He found and shared exuberant love. Pets do become cherished family members.I can picture Turk and Ricky Bobby chasing each other with wild abandon. Thanks for sharing.
I was intrigued by the use of The Duck Song. I first heard it from my great nephews and it's the kind of tune that sticks with you. This represents the very real 'art' of living with a child. They become little mimics. They are nothing if not sponges. Thanks for sharing.
This is a poignant poem. Your loss and heartache is in each line. Watching those we love suffer has to be the most excruciating of all pain. Cancer is not a stranger. Due to the content of this poetry I hesitate to write that I like the imagery of "tears are waiting in the wings." Grieving is a lifelong process and those tears may reappear at any time. Thank you for sharing your story. Hugs!
Wow! The imagery in this poem is fantastic. I now believe that the changing of the seasons is a power struggle full of reluctance to let go. I like darkness "dragging its black shroud behind it." Night does seem to blanket everything. I've never witnessed the glory of The Northern Lights. "Witness the dance of the nighttime rainbow!" This is beautiful. You capture the awe of this phenomenon. Thanks for the read.
Wow! this is a fantastic story! You've described a great deal of heart-thumping, blood-pounding action. So, this is Stockholm Syndrome? Conrad, the captive doctor, ended up sympathizing with his captors and respecting them as people. He managed to utilize his medical treatment and his oath to do no harm. While struggling to survive he fought to save 'the enemy.' Thanks for this fantastic read.
Great story! I myself served as a Girl Guide leader for many years and survived several camping forays. I never saw a bear as you did. We endured visits from raccoons. Imagine if that curious creature, lounging at the table, returned to the campsite and attempted to use the rake. I like your description of the bear intently watching you. I spotted one faux pas. In the section where you mention the Jim nicknames you write "the scout" Shouldn't it be 'the scouts'? Thanks for the amusing read!
This is a lovely, poignant poem. Memories never fade completely. They linger just below the surface to be nudged awake by something familiar. I like the imagery of "the shadow of a smile." Thanks for the pleasant reading.
Great imagination! I've never considered a banana peel to be a crime fighting weapon. Does Captain Banana Peel eat a lot of bananas or does he have 'helpers' who supply him with peels? I can picture an illustration of this crime buster. That yellow cape billowing in the wind would be memorable. I like the rhymes, they're not forced.
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