Interesting, these Saturday posts, aren’t they?!
They’ll be better soon… I promise!
Another post for Six Word Saturday.
Hubble Bubble toil and trouble
All be calm, revenge be sweet
Those who dare to do me wrong
Prepare to feel my cauldron’s heat
As the broth within swirls and simmers
So be it, the legends say
What doth go around shalt come around
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Thou might mock, and thou might snigger
But in the mirror thou must look
Upon thy face shall lie a carbuncle
A wart for nastiness, lest thee be mistook
Those that do me deeds so good
This curse applies to thee as well
Although to be cursed in such a way
Shall bring rewards that… who can tell?
Cross my path and do it wisely
For life is meant to be such a joy
Treat me bad and not so nicely
You WILL become my Cauldron’s toy
This curse, this spell, this rhyme, whatever
Is just a warning, meant to be
For the power of threefold return’s a strong one
Treat me bad and you shall see.
Revenge and retribution are such terrible things and nothing is really gained from them, the good you do to others is also the good you do to yourself, but this also applies in reverse. Treat somebody badly and you aren’t really being very nice to yourself either. Every action has a reaction, whether it be good or bad.
We all have good and bad in us. Some of us, however, seem to be able to tap into the bad side a lot easier than the good, and use this bad side to the detriment of others.
This little spell is designed to reflect that badness back at the individual so they live with the consequences of their actions. It also, passes more good back to those who do good.
It is intended as a benefit to all, ultimately, although it has stemmed from a little urge for revenge. The less said about that the better. I’ll just sit back and watch the magic work.
One way or another, I’ll make this world a better place.
Mwahahahahahaahahahahhahahaha ha! Thank you, Ghastlia, that will be all…
Originally posted on 27th October 2015.
She cast a spell for happiness, using everything she could find.
She got everything prepared and together at the exact right time.
She spoke words of enchantment, making sure she got them right.
She wanted to be happy and would make herself so tonight.
She thought of all the people who’d wronged her in the past.
She thought of those who’d married when she said “they’d never last”.
She thought of the ones she turned away when they came to her for help.
She thought of all the animals that she’d ‘accidentally’ made yelp.
She thought of all the acids that she poured away down the drain.
She thought of all the pedestrians she’d splashed, driving through puddles in the rain.
She thought of all the people stood behind her in the queue, as she complained quite vocally about the price of her shampoo.
She thought of the hungry kitten that she never once fed.
She thought of the single time she’d regretted what she’d said.
She realised she didn’t need anything in order to be truly happy.
She’d looked within and then brought on her own epiphany.
Her happiness had been with her all along, hidden deep beneath her nasty side.
She sat and thought and clearly saw now that her eyes were open wide.
Originally posted on 30th October 2012.
Queenie noticed the bus approaching in the distance, over the brow of the hill.
“That’s an old bus” she muttered to herself as she rummaged through the stack of old Lottery tickets and sweet wrappers in her handbag, looking for her bus pass. She didn’t speak aloud, although there was nobody else with her at the bus stop.
There was a distinct chill in the air. Queenie shivered as she realised winter wasn’t far away.
Within a matter of minutes, the bus had arrived. Queenie actually thought the bus was going to drive straight passed her, but she realised that the entrance to the bus was at the back.
“Goodness,” she said, “this takes me back.”
Without paying much attention to what she was doing, she grabbed hold of the bar to pull herself onto the bus, and was instantly reminded of a terrible day many years ago.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she stepped onto the bus and held her bus pass up to nobody in particular. She was so used to doing that when she got on to the buses at the front, it came natural to do so at the other end as well.
She found an empty seat, sat herself down and made herself comfortable.
The bus had only just started when Queenie noticed the rotting and rancid smell. She looked up, and saw that a strange green mist had descended outside, and the mist was licking at the opening at the back of the bus. It was at that point that she realised the bus had turned into a road on the left and had started heading downhill, whereas it should have travelled straight along the road.
“Excuse me,” she looked at the person sitting opposite her, “Is this the number one?”. She realised the rancid smell wasn’t from outside, but from this person. All of the passengers, in fact.
They were zombies. Creatures of the night. Even the young girl at the front of the bus who looked like… No.
Queenie pinched herself. “Fancy dress,” she thought, “Not far off Halloween now”.
The young girl looked around, and laughed childishly and maniacally.
“Queenie, you never paid any attention to what you did, did you?” The young girl’s head was at a funny angle to how it should have been.
“B-Bess?” Queenie stuttered. “After all these years.” She noticed Bess was staring at her.
“This isn’t the number one, Queenie. If you’d have checked the number on the front you’d have seen it’s a special bus, a contract bus, contract 42. The Eternal Circular.” Bess still held her face in a contorted smile. Her eyes filled with a frighteningly sinister glee.
“Contract 42?” It made no sense to Queenie.
“This is the bus you tied me to when we were little.” Bess continued. “You made me be the dog. You tied me to the bar on the back of the bus with the rope. The bus was the number 42. The bus drove off with me attached. You must remember, Queenie. You must.”
“That was an accident. We were young. They said you were OK.” Queenie was flustered.
“You never checked, Queenie. You never did. You never do. You’ve won the Lottery more than once, but you never checked. That’s why you’ve never won. It’s OK now though, because you’re here on this bus forever, with us all.”
Bess sat herself down next to Queenie. “We’re going to have so much fun. You can be the dog today.”
Horrified, all Queenie could do was look at the bruises around Bess’s neck.
“Why didn’t I check the number?” She thought as she realised she was now stuck on this eternal circular, heading nowhere fast through a thick green mist. With zombies.
Originally posted on 1st October 2013.
Stars expelled
As arms revolve
Dust gathers
Life evolves
Time unfurls
Uncontrolled
Realities merge
Creating worlds
a kaleidoscope
of interconnected realms
not all make believe
Posted in response to Eugenia’s Weekly Theme, Cosmos.
#Image: Colorful Fantasy Art by Stacy at lovethispic.com.
Light shone through the cracks as though it were escaping the confines of a wicker box. How the light got inside is a mystery for another day – surely the light should be outside? Perhaps that’s where it begins. Within. Light. Darkness. A spark of creation. A void of emptiness. Maybe the level of light, the amount of light, defines the ‘it’.
But if the light, or lack there of, defines the it, the it must always be there. Always has been. And from that, maybe allowing whatever is within to shine triggers light of its own.
Let light escape.
It’s One Word Sunday tomorrow, and this week Debbie’s theme is ‘Early’… so I’m getting in early and posting this on a Saturday! (I will link to Debbie’s post sometime during Sunday… but will the link be added early? Time will tell!)
Early morning or early evening? That is the question. Don’t let the time of this post fool you… the clock may be stopped! Well, it is in the photograph – could it be in real life? It may be too early to tell!
Visit Debbie’s site (on Sunday via the link to be added!) to view more takes on the theme!
Sunday Edit: Here’s the link to Debbie’s post!
Short and sweet, but that’s it!
Well, it is Six Word Saturday!
The rickety old water tower leans away from the Moon toward the Wild Rose Gateway, as the river flows ferociously passed. The gathered storm clouds are starting to move away, revealing the eerie brightness of the dark night sky. Apart from the cascading waters all is calm and silent… this side of the Gateway, that is. On the other side, apparently, things are quite different… although no one has yet returned back to confirm this.
However, through all weathers, the rickety old water tower stands guard, appearing to intently listen through the Gateway. But what it hears is another mystery…
Wind howled through the broken window, caused by the branch of the large oak during the great storm.
I was surrounded by an eerie darkness; the only light coming into the room was from the candlelight in the corridor outside the partly open door.
Trying to keep as quiet as I could, I waited. I heard footsteps in the hallway coming closer to the room.
I held my breath.
The door swiftly opened and bright torchlight shone into the room, straight through me. I waited for them to leave again before I rattled my chains.
That always makes them scream!
Originally posted 26th June 2012.
Sunrise
On Saturn
Is a spectacular sight
With light fluffy clouds
And rainbows so bright
The rings that shimmer in colours ne’er before seen
Of blues that are red
And whites that are green
Oceans of gas
With islands of air
Metals are liquid
But no life is there
To see the spectacular
Saturn sunrise
That for most of the day
Fills all of the skies
Another filler post today, I’m afraid to say… originally posted on 25th February 2015.
Tom
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