This is hilarious! If ever I wondered what it would be like to co-exist with a meddling ghost, I now know and am forewarned. You created unforgettable images that whirl 'round in my brain. Yes, I imagine a spinning turkey would make for an amusing video begging to be shared. I appreciate the husband's low key response to a turkey flung across the kitchen. Cranberry sauce splashed in a sink? Yuck, but an impressive sight. Thanks for the laughs.
With this poem you have illustrated that happiness can be fleeting, elusive, a shape-shifter. It is never a constant, a given, a surety. So many things affect it. Our current desires change it. Our moods colour it. Our jobs, our careers shape it. Thank you for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
This is beautiful and poignant. There needs to be more sermons like this and ministers like Timothy. I like him. Quoting Tiny Tim shows him to be an of-the-people-kind-of-guy. Too often we judge others and condemn them for their circumstances. Thanks for sharing and Merry Christmas.
Bah humbug! That know-it-all blue-striped pajama clad Grinch became a thief. He snatched your innocence, your belief in magic. Sure, you had questions, but you would have reached your own conclusion when you were ready. Why hurry that? We all grow up soon enough. This line is poignant. "From that moment forward, I began missing something- a package of wonder wrapped in white magic." I enjoyed the descriptions of your big brother attempting to educate the parents and their refusal to be bamboozled. To write he presented as an overachiever sums up his character. Your chicken farmer father's no nonsense approach is delightful. When someone talks s*** bring up the undeniable qualities of chicken manure. I enjoyed reading this and thanks for sharing. Happy account anniversary.
Whew, this is indeed a creepy story! If this had been a book, I could truthfully state I could not put it down. You held my interest from the first word to the last. I like the premise, a revenge killing involving a bewitched cameo. Alas, the eager, vengeful daughter forgot the ominous warning. This gives new meaning to the descriptors 'old prune' or 'mummified old hag'. I noticed one spelling error. "Her skin more taught" should be her skin more taut. Thanks for this delightful read and happy account anniversary.
Wow and ewww! This does make me wonder about Jack the Ripper. Was he actually hunting for meat as in human flesh to prepare an exotic dish for Queen Victoria? Whose kidney was in that steak and kidney pie? That liver could be accurately described as fresh. This is a different angle and plausible. Why did Jack murder? Your story is deliciously creepy. Happy account anniversary.
Ah, there is no agony quite like that of a full, demanding, impatient bladder. Most likely everyone has experienced Kelly's predicament especially as a traveler. The joke delivered by her boyfriend was not received at the best time. Sometimes, laughter is difficult to contain. I commiserate with Kelly. You created a sympathetic, relatable character in Kelly. Thanks for the chuckles. Happy account anniversary.
This is a fun story to read and it moves naturally, with a realistic flow. Everyone has at least one something that they dislike and try to avoid. Hey, we're not all swimmers. Alex faced his fear and survived. He barely had time to bask in that accomplishment before his annoying little sister ruined the moment. lesson? There will always be something for your sibling to tease you with. "I picked the rope up and walked the under it." Either a word is missing which would make sense for the to be where it is, or the is unnecessary. Thanks for this amusing story and happy account anniversary.
I too sometimes wonder about what if our furniture, the walls, our possessions could think and speak. They are always in the background and we take them for granted. It seems you have described a photo studio, or perhaps a display window. I like the happy ending for the wee lonely chair. He/she has a new friend. Happy account anniversary.
I like your straight forward, no-nonsense writing style. Your story has a quick, entertaining pace. I cannot imagine gambling with either of my grandmothers. They were fun women, but gamblers? No. I laughed at your attempts to hide in the casino. Your grandmother was a determined woman. I noticed a few areas that need editing. You wrote 'your" instead of "you're". "Unfortunatly" is spelled "unfortunately." Thanks for this amusing picture that you painted with your words. Happy account anniversary.
Yes, imagine if a rock or two could speak and share their expansive memories. Were they once much larger? Were they once exposed on a different continent? Who or what sat upon them? Do we take rocks for granted, or should I insert a pun and write granite? Do rocks like being still? I like "heavy rain and the drums of earth". A downpour is loud. "To a lone beach retired" hints that this particular rock was once active and situated elsewhere. Great imagery. Happy account anniversary.
This is a bit of a rambling story, but I like it. You describe a revenge killing spurred by hatred and grief. If only all detectives in the world could see and speak with the ghosts of murder victims. You have created a great premise in this piece of writing. I noticed a few things. You struggle with verb tenses. "When I saw that my husband is going to go to prison" should be was going to prison or when I see my husband is going to go to prison. "I didn't know who he is" should be who he was. I suggest rewording this as follows. Carl looks at the body and finds out my forefinger is not on the trigger. In the paragraph that begins "I told Carl everything" I suggest you edit and make the sentences shorter. Mind the periods. "A man who kept starring at me " should be staring at me. Again, the sentences should be shortened and not all lumped as a run on sentence in the paragraph beginning with "I ordered Carl to tell the police." "He shattered the window to sound like whoever murdered me has ran away" should be he shattered the window to seem like whoever had murdered me ran away. Happy account anniversary.
As I understand this poem you write of just sitting and cancelling distractive noises. You wish to be silent in the moment, free to just enjoy the sun and quiet. I noticed a few things. "Dazed, my feet is seen where the sunlight meets." Are you connecting this line with the next one that begins with shapes? If so, that period is unnecessary and the idea of the sunlight meeting shapes becomes clearer. Also, I believe it should be my feet were seen, or my feet were seen, or my feet are seen. "Crows go cruralling." I'm sorry, but what is cruralling ? "Containg constant"? Do you mean contains, or containing? "Where gravity last long." I believe that should be lasts long. I am sorry. I do not understand the "flying eyes" reference. I agree. Poetry is not always a given and it is not easy to write. Happy account anniversary.
I like what you have written here. You seem to have captured the thought processes of children. They like to sit sometimes and study their surroundings. They marvel at so many things. They rely upon all of their senses. I am intrigued by this repeated line " I died last winter." This raises suspense. This is the start of something... Happy account anniversary.
I like the concept of this poem. Yes, what if the walls of a building, a house could talk. Imagine what the structure has witnessed. I suppose there would be joy and sorrow, flip sides to life. You described dances, and Christmas celebrations, and delectable aromas, and the sounds like laughter and moaning that represent inhabitants. You utilized all of the senses, senses that would echo and linger in a home. The images you create of simply living in that manor are magical and evocative. The first two stanzas are beautiful, melancholic. Happy account anniversary.
This is poignant. Our children do grow up too quickly. One special moment is too soon eclipsed by another. I smiled at your money predicament and the all too real possibility of setting an expensive precedent. Your daughter pretended to be asleep, but later admitted this to you. The need to let you know you were not fooling her won out over letting you pretend to be the tooth fairy one last time. Happy account anniversary. I like the conversational style of your writing.
This is a lovely story. I like the gnomish world you have described and the characters are wonderful. You have quite the vivid imagination. The gnomes seem to be industrious and they waste no time seeking a solution to Dimune's loneliness. They create a beautiful haven for her and she literally glows with happiness. That poor girl has glimpsed magic and she has not forgotten. So much life pulses behind the scenes and within a tree. Happy account anniversary.
I like the quick pace and the rhymes of this poem. They mimic a child who cannot sit still. Children like this are fearless. They are not afraid to try whatever ideas pop into their heads. Why not wear what you want when you want. Why not hop around like a frog. Walking can sometimes be boring. Thanks for the smile and happy account anniversary.
I do not claim to know anything about music other than what I like. I believe this poem needs to be set to music and shared. There are some street truths here. Who cannot relate to distrusting/disliking wealthy people? Are their agendas suspect? "Why do we pay to be alive?" That is a provocative question. "And your felt tip pen, only writes on what's paper thin." I like this image. Does this rich man know the meaning of integrity? Happy account anniversary.
This is a great family story to cherish and share. The manner of Roy's death is a shame, but he did leave a legacy of remembered laughter and that is invaluable. You have conveyed the humour and love with each word. The mixed-up suit fiasco and then Terry rifling through the suit pocket for his tithing money is hilarious. Thanks for the giggles. I noticed a few things. "It seemed to make to mix-up" should be it seemed to make the mix-up. I believe "receeded" is spelled receded. "And one day." does not need a period in that placement. "Undemonterative man" should b undemonstrative man. "The garment back with the suit in it" should be the garment bag with the suit in it. "And a the manner of his death" does not need that 'a'. "The tithing money had ready" could be the tithing money I'd had ready, as in Terry, or he'd had ready. I like this line and it's very poignant, "The symphony of life had become a flat monotone." Happy account anniversary.
This letter to yourself is brilliant. You include a few pricklies and disappointments, but then you offer wise words and encouragement. We can often be our own worst enemy. Why do we badger ourselves and nit-pick too much? Accidents happen and no amount of castigation will change that. Despite what we would like to believe we cannot control much of anything. Some of us struggle to accept this. I suppose the ability to roll with some of the inevitable punches and the attempts to be flexible will aid us in the end. Your letter is thoughtful and provoking. I believe you have an understanding of your strengths and weaknesses. Listen to those affirmations.
This is a beautiful, poignant piece. The perhaps mundane words in a journal glow with love and comfort for the young woman reading them. Do any of us ever say, face to face, everything we would like to share, teach, instill? Those words saved on paper will last far longer and with clarity than those heard and often blurred by time. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Ah, grief. It is a pain like no other. Some might say it is a lingering ache that never fully dissolves. We miss the deceased and all the what ifs. I like the entire paragraph in which you compare grief to an unmoving, solid concrete foundation. It settles in and remains unmovable. You write the cold, hard truth. Yes, you will live with or without acceptance of death. I noticed a few spots in which words were repeated unnecessarily, but I appreciate them. It reflects real-time mourning and musing. It is a free flow of thought. "Touchs" should be spelled touches. "What kind of palliative could there" needs a verb like be. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Ah, you paint a dismal picture here. Dog lives alone yet is still attuned to Owner's control. Dog knows no other life and he is trapped by his conditioning. His surroundings are bleak. Has he been abandoned? If so, this is sad that a canine awaits its owner's return, an owner who did not care to take his pet with him. I noticed this as I read your piece of writing. "Mouse finally rose it's head." I suggest that be changed to "mouse finally raised his head." I also spied this "are you following you'r nature". That apostrophe is not needed in the word your. Happy account anniversary.
I like this poem. It seems to be a reflection of a brilliantly beautiful moment in time. The green of the fern is eye-catching. The release is expected yet mesmerizing. I admire the final stanza and no truer words have been presented. "The human eye reaches it's limits, alas." Could we see more? Happy account anniversary.
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