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.
I cannot fathom such a hard life, always walking and struggling to carry water great distances. "Their footprints cover the world." What a powerful line. Yes, most of us take our lives and water for granted. Indeed "their lives are not so enchanted."
What a powerful story told from the viewpoint of a selfless paramedic. The emergency workers are often unsung heroes. Of course they must grieve and feel deeply. You've portrayed the frustration of their limitations. Gun violence creates a terrible waste. I see one spelling error, the word is grieve. Thank you for this thoughtful piece!
What a wonderful, heartwarming read! The idea of receiving and giving love to a child celebrates happy endings/ new beginnings. You paint vibrant scenes with your words. Thank you for representing librarians as mentors. I practically lived at the local library when I was a child. The unlimited books tempted me.
This is a cute story and the potential illustrations would be wonderful especially the look on the diners' faces when Vittles landed in the gravy. I picture Vittles flicking his gravy-soaked tail as he fled. Oh, no his mother's warning came true! What a drastic way to experience a gravy bath/dip. Thanks for the delightful read!
I too have great memories of visiting drive-ins. I laughed at this story. Seven 'brave' brothers, eh? Several people received extra fright that evening. Some movies draw us in and we forget our surroundings and time ceases to exist. My hubby often becomes enthralled/immersed in action movies. He becomes the struggling actor, so much so that I feel compelled to remind him it isn't real. Thanks for the read!
This is imaginative. Thanks for the delightful read. Birds of a feather make music together. I like your simple lines. "I smiled. He smiled. The whole world smiled." Instant connection and a budding romance. I would've enjoyed a bedtime story like this.
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