Category: Words

SHE Got What HE Gave Her…

She’s the one for the next dance.

He thought as he drove his truck toward the side of the road.

She displays a slight smile as I approach.
She displayed a slight smile as he approached. 

He smiled, knowingly, as the music screamed out through the open windows.

She changes her face into a glow as I extend my hand.
She changed her face into a glow as he extended his hand.

He could picture the outcome as he sounded the horn.

She graciously engages my offered frame.
She graciously engaged his offered frame.

He knew she was expecting to be picked up.

She transforms my leads into beautiful motions.
She transformed his leads into beautiful motions.

He slowed as she lifted her shopping bags, no rush, he thought.

She glides the floor with grace and elegance.
She glided the floor with grace and elegance.

He said aloud, “All the more perfect!”

She makes me feel like the king of the ballroom.
She made him feel like the king of the ballroom.

He knew, however, he was nothing of the sort.

She smiles in appreciation as the music ends.
She smiled in appreciation as the music ended.

He wanted to savour the reaction without any other external noise.

She is the one.

He laughed, as he drove through the puddle of water by the bus stop, totally drenching her… her screams faded as he sped away.

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I’m still operating on reduced power, but wanted to participate in this blogging challenge originated by Frank over at A Frank Angle.

Frank’s challenge is to write a sentence to follow on from a first sentence written by Frank, and then all combinations make up a story. I had to amend the context of Frank’s words just a little so that they would work with my ideas. I think it works.

KEY – This is to ensure that the above story does make (at least a little) sense.

This colour indicates Frank’s original sentence.
This colour is my amended version of Frank’s sentence.
This colour is my reaction to the previous sentence.

It was fun to write, although it highlights a particular devilish side of humanity that tends to crop up from time to time… although when it happens when I’m driving, it is entirely by accident. Honest!!! (Not that I have ever driven a truck, I must add!)

Visit Frank’s site for more entries to his challenge… or have a go for yourself. Further details are on his site.

Earth

I’m re-joining One Word Sunday once again this week, now that Hallowe’en has become but a distant memory, and Debbie’s theme is ‘Earth’.

I have hundreds, nay thousands, of photos that would fall into this category but have selected two to use.

One, is the view OF the Earth (well, one of them!):

And the other is the view FROM it (well, one of them!!):

Visit Debbie’s site for more takes on this week’s theme (a link will appear here shortly!)

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Time Is Again Doing Its Thing!

The short days are now making the time feel as though it is whizzing by faster than ever, and it was already whizzing by at an exponential rate before we had to turn the clocks back to usher in Greenwich Mean Time once again.

The thing is, I feel so out of whack with time right now its untrue. I find myself idly waiting, sitting doing hardly anything, when suddenly time appears to say ‘you have five minutes exactly now to complete this task’.

I ask, ‘time, why didn’t you come to me earlier to say this, instead of leaving it up to the last minute to do so?’

And time replies, ‘it isn’t me making you rush.’

Obviously, time’s right.

Only not here at the Mansion. Each clock is set at a different time since the clocks went back. And although that is still my fault, I can blame time just a little for that one. I mean, I really can’t, blame time, as it really is just doing its thing, but if I can pass time by changing time and waste time writing about time, time can bear some of the burden.

This time I’m sticking to it.

And in time, I’ll know exactly what that it is.

A timely Six Word Saturday post.

The Crone

She looked on in disbelief.

“How dare they!” she snarled. “How dare they use MY word in such a way. It is my word, my word alone, yet they all use it however they want, whenever they want, without thought. I own it. I created it.”

She hissed. She’d spurt venom, if she could. She was seething.

Her word, she’d decided to claim, was ‘the’.

Convinced so she was the word was her creation, wherever it occurred, she became fuelled by rage. She’d strike through it. Cast a spell upon its user. Claim divine intervention.

As time went by, her true name became forgotten. She became known as simply ‘The Crone’.

And just how that name  riled her spoke volumes. It did ‘become’ her word… only not in the way she wanted it to, or thought it always had.

And others used the word in their own way regardless.

Image from Pixabay, adapted.

Words inspired and shaped by the Powers That Be. This is a piece of fiction. Utter nonsense based upon nobody living or dead. Or undead. Completely devoid of fact. And 150 words long (or thereabouts!)