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SCREAM… In an Imaginary Garden

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SCREAM… In an Imaginary Garden

On the Northside of Chicago, a telephone rings…

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me Ethel, have you decided!”

“Which Ethel?”

“What do you mean which? I’m the only one you know.”

“Haha, decided what?”

“Your costume!”

“I told you, I don’t do Halloween, and I’m not coming over to help you hand out candy to brats.”

“Pleeease.”

“Okay, I’ll wear a scream mask.”

“Because you love the movie?”

“Because you make me want to scream.”

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Ethel and Cheryl decided to take part in the costume party at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads today.  Mama Zen wants us to write about our Halloween costume in 65 words or less at toads.  My friend Björn Rudberg wrote an interesting poem today and introduced me to Mama Zen.

 

Friday Fictioneers… A DRABBLE POLITICK

 

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A DRABBLE POLITICK… with apologies to my friend Björn Rudberg (a real poet)

“Oh no, something is out-of-order I fear!”

“What possibly can be wrong, Father Dear?”

“You are leaning to the Right,
Your education has a Blight.”

“But, I’m graduating Today,
I must make my own Way.”

“Why can you not See,
That you should follow Me?”

“Because you see Blue and I see Red,
Does not mean I’m off in the Head.”

“Oh no, your mind is Fine,
I just mean, your path should be Mine.”

“Father, if Truth be Told,
Your ways be Old.”

Dear Daughter, I thought you would be Arty,
What is with this Tea Party?”

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Well… Where did This come from???  I don’t write poetry.  But I’m always inspired when I read Björn Rudbergs Writings, a must for all Poesyphiles.

Of course, the photo of where I am sure Jennifer Pendergast walked the ‘Hallowed Halls’… not sure if it’s Oxford or Cambridge… was the inspiration.

For other stories about Jen’s photo… FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

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I am especially proud of two stories I have written recently… What’s in a Name? and Don’t be Silly… please read them and let me know what you think.  I think I’ll stick with prose.

 

 

Trifecta Writing Challenge #67: Rat Race

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RAT RACE… A Nursery Rhyme in 33 words

Life becomes struggle,
To juggle these days.
How did it happen,
I’ve entered a maze.

They say pills have helped,
Ones that they gave.
I’m really not sure,
If I will be saved.

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Trifecta: Week Sixty-Seven

JUGGLE (transitive verb)  Always the third definition… 3: to handle or deal with usually several things (as obligations) at one time so as to satisfy often competing requirements

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I wanted to write something in 33 words, since I missed the recent Trifextra.  I decided to try a poem.  After I wrote it, I didn’t know what form it was, so I consulted the Noted Scandinavian Poet,  Björn Rudberg (who nosed out ‘you know who’, to claim first post this time).  He said it reminded him of a nursery rhyme format, and that was good enough for me… I liked it.  Björn also gave me a few other tips.  If you liked it… Thank you.  If you didn’t… Blame Björn.

Plague Rat Illustration by Emily Veinglory

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