Mese: marzo 2018

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The Rule of Three

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Here’s the park where famous threesomes, real and fictional, congregate,” Ralph told Sam, to the latter’s incredulity.

“Oh yeah,” Ralph went on. “They have Stooges, Wise Men, Blind Mice, Musketeers~you name it.

“In their world they have a weird sense of humor, so often the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or the Magnificent Seven, will try to sneak in.”

“Naturally,”  Sam admitted. “I especially like the Three Witches from ‘MacBeth.'”

 

“Don’t let their cutesy rhymes fool you,” Ralph warned. “They can be trouble.”

 

“Oh, absolutely!” Sam conceded.

 

This went on for a while as Sam continued to listen politely.

 

Here we are, yet again, for Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle leads us weekly in our hundred~word story based upon a photo prompt.  This week’s prompt has been provided by Fatima Fakir Deria

 

Irrevocable Transformation

Humpty Dumpty’s a metaphor

 

Fallen from the wall

 

Past is gone forevermore

 

No return at all.

 

Adam and Eve’s Apple 

 

Imagined as an egg

 

Pandora’s Box, of course,

 

Works just as well.

 

I’ll see you soon.

 

Between now and then

 

Think of some more.

 

 

It’s time yet again for DVerse Poets Pub

 

Today’s Quadrille #53 is a 44~word poem, written by each of us, including the word “egg”.  Kim is our Fearless Leader.

 

 

 

 

 

The Symbol

tltweek112We always enjoy the company of literature majors.  We often read William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence” too.       

It’s Holy Week, heading toward Easter.   Now we can inspire everyone to clean up his act.   

 

 

People always claim we’re supposedly not all that bright but hey we’re mighty good as symbols.

 

 

 

Here’s yet another of me attempts at 3LIneTales

 

This week’s photo comes from Sam Carter

 

on Unsplash.

 

 

 

 

Love Italian Style

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Sadie and Albert, after having been subjected to a lot of  stress for a prolonged period of time, finally decided to take a long vacation.

 

“Of all the places even to think of, though,” she pondered, “why Wyoming?”

 

“I told you,” he explained. “Vittorio couldn’t stop raving about it. While we’re here I intend to do nothing but practice my guitar and Italian. You can do whatever you like. The view is perfect. We can take long walks together and enjoy the scenery, and the peace and quiet.”

 

Throughout the week, Albert, true to his word, constantly practiced Italian:
“Sto, stai, sta, stiamo, state, stanno,” day and night. Even his entire guitar repertoire was mostly “La Spagnola”.

 

At the end of their trip, Sadie asked Albert: “I have one request, honey, for next year’s vacation. If you have to ask for advice, please ask someone whose name is in English?”

 

Here’s me latest contribution to What Pegman Saw

 

This week’s picture is of Yellowstone National Park

 

It was posted by K Rawson

 

 

 

The Ultimate Hypocrisy: Planned Parenthood Backing “March For Our Lives” — Absolute Truth from the Word of God

The NWO heavy weights are once again orchestrating and funding another so-called March to obliterate our 2nd Amendment right to bear arms. The march is called “March For Our Lives, but there is a twist to this story that has left Christians and Conservatives shaking their heads in disbelief. Planned Parenthood, which by the way, […]

via The Ultimate Hypocrisy: Planned Parenthood Backing “March For Our Lives” — Absolute Truth from the Word of God

The Girl Scouts Are Destroying Children

Girl Scouts USA (GSUSA) has become a politically divisive, pro-abortion organization that has abandoned its mission years ago. GSUSA is the largest member organization of the World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts (WAGGGS), which aggressively promotes abortion and promiscuous sex on behalf of its 10 million members. WAGGGS states that “anyone who is a Girl Guide or […]

via Life News — From The Darkness Into The Light

Blueberry Fields Forever

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It’s the first weekend in July, 1988, so I’m visiting my father’s family in Hilldale, Pennsylvania.

 

The good news is, I’m still young and handsome. The bad news is, I do stupid things.

 

Some cousins and I go blueberry picking in the Poconos. I tire of their interest in Reaganomics so I wander off alone.

 

“Aaah, free at last!” I boast defiantly. No radical politics, no horrible music, no bad jokes!”

 

The catch was that 3:00 p.m soon became 8:00 p.m. with no sense of direction and no men’s room.

 

Next year  I’m going shopping for sure at Redner’s for blueberries.

 

Rochelle leads us weekly at Friday Fictioneers.

 

Bjorn Rudberg has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

Novel Mode Of Transportation

Why are you staring at that car in the air?

O do you think it is somewhat abnormal? 

 

O it does not matter, no, nor do I care

 

For my manners are so very informal.

I try to behave with a casual flair

 

And I shan’t freak out aloud as a storm’ll.

 

Unlike the other fuels, so tried and true,

 

Balloons, you see, at least are something new.

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This is my very first attempt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

 

It’s also my very first attempt at Ottava Rima

 

Photo credit goes to Vincent Bourihon.

 

 

Porphyria’s Cat

kittenPorphyria’s cat had always been quite concerned about her latest beau.                                                                                                     “I don’t care what any of you say,” he told his friends. “I just don’t trust this creep!”                                                                                                                                                      One particularly cold, stormy, windy night, his suspicions were proven right.                                                                                       After having lit the fire and gotten comfortable she sat next to Lover Boy. The gorgeous blue~eyed blondie, who had always been the object of his narcissist obsession, fell prey to his sadistic side.                                                                                                                                                                           The cat was quite stunned.                                                                                                               “I can’t believe it!” he gasped helplessly. “That moron’s strangled my beloved owner.”

 

He gazed at the deranged scene.  The lady’s dead body, and her maniacal boyfriend, sat side by side.                                                                                                       

The cat couldn’t imagine what to do. His heart was broken. Overwhelmed with disbelief that such a horrid spectacle could possibly be met with such equally intense silence, he trembled helplessly. Amazingly, the fire went on crackling, the clock continued ticking, all was as before. 

 

Don’t they even know what’s happened?” he pondered. The very air was overwhelmed with complete madness as the killer just sat there, smug in his obsessive selfishness. Smiling, even laughing, he truly knew how to break a cat’s heart. 

 

Here’s yet another attempt at Flash Fiction For the Practical Practitioner

 

 

 

I got the idea to write a story based upon Robert Browning’s poem,  “Porphyria’s Lover”

 

Photo credit goes to Morgue File