Mary F. was the higlighted entry this week. I absolutely loved the romantic aire she created with her story. We don't get that a whole lot on this particular blog, but she expanded her horizans with this. Fantastic job, Mary!
Little Star-Hoppers, Let Us Love
By: Mary F.Little star-hoppers, not long ago, the heavenly wanderer’s came to the beach by Dolphin cove. Their ships were gigantic bubbles rimmed with fire – a holy fire, some said. Perhaps it was so because the heavenly wanderer’s were gentle and kind beings who brought gifts of healing and hope. People, sick and well, young and old, came to see them and most were healed. But some, the Villi, came to kill. Their hearts were angry and fearful and they blew up the billowing ships and poisoned the heavenly beings.
Little star-hoppers, these heavenly wanderer’s do not come anymore but we who have received love must give love to all we meet.
Gimme some more...
Burning Man
By: TresK
Like fingers, Like me,
flames tickle the sky
claiming release
but tethered to this world instead.
Drowning in gravity,
yet yearning to fly like Daedalus and Icarus
(sinners with waxed wings),
we fight back until all air is gone
grasping at our next victims,
gasping for breath.
Mirror broken,
I don’t recognize the cunning worker who built this labyrinth.
I blame instead
the trinity of heat and fuel and air; the fire,
wanting only freedom.
Now too busy goading the blinded, raging minotaur,
I miss that other trinity
who would set me free.
“Submit,” I say, but refuse to do;
too clever by half.
False Idol
By: Linda Gail A.
I walked over two miles before I finally came across it. The string came untied during the annual experimental kite flying contest, and the wind carried it quite some time before it finally landed. The scene in front of me was hysterical. Folks were saying it came from nowhere and it must be a sign from the gods. I bit back a laugh and tried to listen encouragingly as this lunatic woman raved on and on about how God was trying to get our attention and we need to take notice. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was just my kite.
Mr. Jonathan Ballsy
By: Russ B.
Mr. Jonathan Ballsy loved the sun.
He loved everything about it. it’s warmth, it’s color, especially the burning UV rays. He loved the sun so much, he even tried make himself look like the sun.
"Oh, I wish I could get this right. I look more like Albert Einstein on a bad hair day."
“But,What shall I do today?”
“These insects, with their wheeled contraptions... they crowd my sand, and absorb my sun's rays. Oh, if I could only make myself as hot as the sun, I could burn them all.
And then maybe I could eat them!”
“No... that would be too cool, and most un sun like.”
Untitled
By: Ken G.
Clyde had scavenged tinted goggles and leotards before the dust storm swept through the Burning Man Festival. At least his eyes and legs were protected—his skin felt like old varnish. He was on his way over to barter for a jacket when he saw the sound stage of the Sand Disco Puppets get crushed by a flame-tipped, plastic menace. Only the gas-powered generator was untouched in its wake. He didn’t bother to dodge his grizzly fate, but grinned as he realized he was at least wearing clean underwear. His mother would be happy, but she would probably always wonder about his lime green leotards and purple tutu.
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2 comments:
If you are unsure as to what Leotards best your needs, then you are best off seeking out an expert in sporting equipment and attire, who will be able to advise you which item will be most suitable. Most shops have highly trained specialist staff who have the specific knowledge to help you out with any query you may have about a sporting items.
Linda, I could really see your scene happening. Love the "bit back a laugh" wordplay.
Great stories, guys. I enjoyed them all.
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