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Write a paragraph or two with vivid descriptions and leave me hanging and dying to find out what happens next. I will do one too! Maximum 250 words. Tag me!
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Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, a traveler passes. Friendly branches reach down as though in greeting and leaves rustle friendly questions to the traveler in their woodland world.

Preoccupied with thoughts of lands unimaginable to things that have only ever known, the soft green light and loamy soil, of the deep Forest, he misses the quiet curiosity surrounding him. He moves on, if only he had heard those questions and stopped a while, beneath those forest eaves. To talk of wonders lost for a thousand years, magic swords and mythical things. Ah, but the moment has passed. Silence echos back, once again from the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves. One has to wonder at the moment passed, how could it have changed the world? What wonder created, found, returned to the warm light of eyes filled with the questioning of the everyday. 

Maybe in a hundred years the next traveler will hear, quiet questions rustling through the leaves and we will learn the answers...

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Write a paragraph or two with vivid descriptions and leave me hanging and dying to find out what happens next. I will do one too! Maximum 250 words. Tag me!
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Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, a traveler passes. Friendly branches reach down as though in greeting and leaves rustle friendly questions to the traveler in their woodland world.

Preoccupied with thoughts of lands unimaginable to things that have only ever known, the soft green light and loamy soil, of the deep Forest, he misses the quiet curiosity surrounding him. He moves on, if only he had heard those questions and stopped a while, beneath those forest eaves. To talk of wonders lost for a thousand years, magic swords and mythical things. Ah, but the moment has passed. Silence echos back, once again from the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves. One has to wonder at the moment passed, how could it have changed the world? What wonder created, found, returned to the warm light of eyes filled with the questioning of the everyday. 

Maybe in a hundred years the next traveler will hear, quiet questions rustling through the leaves and we will learn the answers...
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Beneath the Green Eaves

Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, a traveler passes. Friendly branches reach down as though in greeting and leaves rustle friendly questions to the traveler in their woodland world. 

Preoccupied with thoughts of lands unimaginable to things that have only ever known, the soft green light and loamy soil, of the deep Forest, he misses the quiet curiosity surrounding him. He moves on, if only he had heard those questions and stopped a while, beneath those forest eaves. To talk of wonders lost for a thousand years, magic swords and mythical things. What wonders could have filled the new age, what magic returned to the everyday? 

Ah, but the moment has passed. Silence echos back, once again from the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, maybe in a hundred years the next traveler will hear, quiet questions rustling through the leaves.   

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Beneath the Green Eaves
Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, a traveler passes. Friendly branches reach down as though in greeting and leaves rustle friendly questions to the traveler in their woodland world. 

Preoccupied with thoughts of lands unimaginable to things that have only ever known, the soft green light and loamy soil, of the deep Forest, he misses the quiet curiosity surrounding him. He moves on, if only he had heard those questions and stopped a while, beneath those forest eaves. To talk of wonders lost for a thousand years, magic swords and mythical things. What wonders could have filled the new age, what magic returned to the everyday? 

Ah, but the moment has passed. Silence echos back, once again from the vaulted ceiling of the Forests eaves, maybe in a hundred years the next traveler will hear, quiet questions rustling through the leaves.   
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Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

At The Creeping of The Midnight Hour

Sleep, drawing closer, promising,

Wonders and riches only found in dreams,

In lands beyond the here and now.

Beckoning to those lost souls,

Whose eyes betray them, to be awake,

As the creeping hours pass,

With such sweet, tempting scenes, never found

In the waking world. 

With songs and sheep,

They try and woe the sweet arms of sleep,

But few succeed in walking through the halls of dreams. 

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Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
At The Creeping of The Midnight Hour
Sleep, drawing closer, promising,
Wonders and riches only found in dreams,
In lands beyond the here and now.

Beckoning to those lost souls,
Whose eyes betray them, to be awake,
As the creeping hours pass,
With such sweet, tempting scenes, never found
In the waking world. 

With songs and sheep,
They try and woe the sweet arms of sleep,
But few succeed in walking through the halls of dreams. 
#fantasy  #fiction  #poetry  #dreams  #sleep 
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Define what it means to be an atheist.
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Absolute Belief

There lies a flaw in your logic,

You believe absolute,

That you believe in nothing. 

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Define what it means to be an atheist.
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Absolute Belief
There lies a flaw in your logic,
You believe absolute,
That you believe in nothing. 


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Written by AWriter in portal Micropoetry

Epigram

An Epigram, so short, so sweet.

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Epigram
An Epigram, so short, so sweet.
#poetry  #micropoetry  #epigram 
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Write about the sea as though it were your neighbor.....
Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Dear Neighbor...

You wash against the shore,

A constant noise,

Why are you never silent?

You have a thousand guests,

Rushing past my door, screams of joyous greeting,

Ring constantly through my hall. 

Can we agree,

That this isn't working?

I need my peace, you your guests.

No, do not fuss yourself,

I understand that you are a permanent resident.

I shall move, to quieter shores.

I wonder if there is room for me,

Among our quieter cousins,

The tree?

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Write about the sea as though it were your neighbor.....
Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Dear Neighbor...
You wash against the shore,
A constant noise,
Why are you never silent?

You have a thousand guests,
Rushing past my door, screams of joyous greeting,
Ring constantly through my hall. 

Can we agree,
That this isn't working?
I need my peace, you your guests.

No, do not fuss yourself,
I understand that you are a permanent resident.
I shall move, to quieter shores.

I wonder if there is room for me,
Among our quieter cousins,
The tree?
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Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Discombobulated

Discombobulated, lost, without time,

outside of time.

The minutes, the hours, the days,

pass without record.

Before I am lost forever,

I need time returned to me.

Where is the nearest place,

where I can get my watch fixed?

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Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Discombobulated
Discombobulated, lost, without time,
outside of time.

The minutes, the hours, the days,
pass without record.

Before I am lost forever,
I need time returned to me.

Where is the nearest place,
where I can get my watch fixed?
#poetry  #micropoetry  #humour  #Discombobulated 
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I'm enamored of short-form writing - micropoetry, flash fiction, etc. For this challenge, write an ultrashort story (150 words or fewer). It must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I will do one, too. Tag me @ruffmiriam
Written by AWriter in portal Flash Fiction

The Weather is fine

Edward, a Weather Wizard, was as blue as blue can be. You see, the weather just simply was never right, and poor Edward was to blame. 

Then one day, a philosopher came, he had traveled far, he had traveled wide and knew a thing or two about the weather of Ide. 

With a nudge and a wink, he said, "Never be blue, the weather is fine! It is a way of life, an outlook obscure, but the wind and rain is just another kind of good weather, all the better for being out of time."

Edward scoffed and grumbled his sorrows, the philosopher smiled,

"Just look," he said, "At the smiling faces of the people passing by; life is good, and the weather is fine, so don't worry, be happy!"

With a scowl in place, turned and peered into the rain, smiles shone out, maybe it was alright, he thought. 

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I'm enamored of short-form writing - micropoetry, flash fiction, etc. For this challenge, write an ultrashort story (150 words or fewer). It must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I will do one, too. Tag me @ruffmiriam
Written by AWriter in portal Flash Fiction
The Weather is fine
Edward, a Weather Wizard, was as blue as blue can be. You see, the weather just simply was never right, and poor Edward was to blame. 

Then one day, a philosopher came, he had traveled far, he had traveled wide and knew a thing or two about the weather of Ide. 

With a nudge and a wink, he said, "Never be blue, the weather is fine! It is a way of life, an outlook obscure, but the wind and rain is just another kind of good weather, all the better for being out of time."

Edward scoffed and grumbled his sorrows, the philosopher smiled,

"Just look," he said, "At the smiling faces of the people passing by; life is good, and the weather is fine, so don't worry, be happy!"

With a scowl in place, turned and peered into the rain, smiles shone out, maybe it was alright, he thought. 
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Another 10 word micropoem challenge: write a poem that begins with the word TAIL and ends with the word TALE. Or the other way around! Tag me, if you wish! #ATailTale
Written by AWriter in portal Micropoetry

A Tale about a Tail

There is little amiss,

About a tail worth a tale. 

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Another 10 word micropoem challenge: write a poem that begins with the word TAIL and ends with the word TALE. Or the other way around! Tag me, if you wish! #ATailTale
Written by AWriter in portal Micropoetry
A Tale about a Tail
There is little amiss,
About a tail worth a tale. 
#fiction  #poetry  #micropoetry  #atailtale 
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New Dragon Scale Traveling Coat

The Annual Christmas Eve Party was in full swing, party streamers hung from the lights and drunken singing of Hangover could be heard throughout the complex. “This is an Eve party to remember!” one elf told another to loudly in the momentary lull in the music.

The last of the presents had been wrapped and everything was ready for the all important Christmas Eve flight. All could make merry and forget about the stress of delivering millions of presents to millions of people with large quantities of Brandy Snaps and Hot Cocoa.

Santa had already passed his Brandy Snap limit and had slid under the table with a loud snore, while Mrs. Claus was just warming up. She had yet to beat the this year's Yeti Arm Wrestling Champ and win the last of the ready cash from the Yeti’s Ambassador, who came every year in the hopes of winning some of his cash back.

“I feel that I am going to get at least last year's wages back, Mrs.Claus… We have a grand champ this year. No-one was even close to beating him this year!”

“I too have a feeling Arnold.” Mrs.Claus replied, “I have the feeling that this is going to be like stealing treasure from a pirate! The easiest thing in the world!” Nervous laughter followed from Arnold, whenever she started hinting at her piratical life on the high seas, he knew it meant that she thought she was going to win.

It was into this quietly brash event that the unthinkable landed. A loud crash cut through the sound of twenty elves singing Gangnam Style, knocking them over like bowling pins as lumps of ice, shards of glass and three rather large dragons landed on the dance floor.

With a absurdly gentlemanly manner the biggest of the three dragons stepped forward and said, “I am Humanagor. I was sent here to represent my people.” He ruffled his wings loving the looks of dumb shock on everyone's faces. “Who is your leader?”

Mrs.Claus stepped forward, pushing aside stunned elves and stood before Humanagor with her hands on her hips, “That would be me and I would very much like the meaning of all this. Dragons haven’t been in these parts in a very long time indeed.” There was a pause followed by, “For a very good reason.”

“Well Mrs. Claus...We were just flying home for the season when we saw the lights and heard the music and thought that we could really use a party like that. So we came here to steal it.”

“Yeah!” Said a dragon behind Humanagor in a high pitched voice, “It’s ours now!” Mrs.Claus looked up at Humanagor and folded her arms,

“Ah ha… You might as well fly outta here again as what you have planned just isn’t going to happen boys.” There was a chuckle from the dragons as Humanagor picked up a still stunned elf and contemplatively looked at Mrs. Claus,

“Well… let me put this to you Mrs. Claus. Either we get the party or we eat all of you.”

“Yeah! We could use some snacks!” Once again came from behind Humanagor.

There was stunning silence as Mrs.Claus and Humanagor stared at each-other.

“I don’t think so…” said Mrs.Claus with the calm of a person responsible for the organisation of the biggest event of the year, and a history of making the worst pirate cry, “Partly because Elves taste horrid and mostly because that would mean you would have to deal with me.” She stepped closer and caught Humanagor’s eye and said quietly, “and I could use another dragon scale traveling coat… The last one is looking a little moth eaten.” Humanagor looked at the small smile that Mrs.Claus was wearing and the way she held his eye and swallowed. This was a women who wanted a new dragon scale traveling coat for those long wintery trips. She was all but daring him to make a move that would allow her to get one for the Christmas Season.

With care he put the elf down again and cleared his throat before carefully saying, “Maybe we could leave the snacks, leave the party in your hands and just join in on the chorus of Pen Pineapple Apple Pen?”

With a smile Mrs.Claus stepped back and nodded. “That would be fine… Then you could also fix the hole you have made in the roof.” There was a start of an ‘aww’ from behind Humanagor when it was sharply cut off with a snap of his tail. He wasn’t going to risk being turned into a coat over a little mess.

“Sure this Ma’am! We will have all of this cleared up in no time.”

That Eve party was was remembered by all as they best in the last fifty years. Mrs.Claus cleaned the Yetis out, Pen Pineapple Apple Pen became the hit song among the elves, and dragons got a reminding tale of why they steer clear of the North Pole.

All in all it was just another tale about how “All’s well that ends well” with a side note of being careful of whose party you crash. But then all good stories need a moral don’t they?

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Written by AWriter in portal Fantasy
New Dragon Scale Traveling Coat
The Annual Christmas Eve Party was in full swing, party streamers hung from the lights and drunken singing of Hangover could be heard throughout the complex. “This is an Eve party to remember!” one elf told another to loudly in the momentary lull in the music.

The last of the presents had been wrapped and everything was ready for the all important Christmas Eve flight. All could make merry and forget about the stress of delivering millions of presents to millions of people with large quantities of Brandy Snaps and Hot Cocoa.

Santa had already passed his Brandy Snap limit and had slid under the table with a loud snore, while Mrs. Claus was just warming up. She had yet to beat the this year's Yeti Arm Wrestling Champ and win the last of the ready cash from the Yeti’s Ambassador, who came every year in the hopes of winning some of his cash back.

“I feel that I am going to get at least last year's wages back, Mrs.Claus… We have a grand champ this year. No-one was even close to beating him this year!”

“I too have a feeling Arnold.” Mrs.Claus replied, “I have the feeling that this is going to be like stealing treasure from a pirate! The easiest thing in the world!” Nervous laughter followed from Arnold, whenever she started hinting at her piratical life on the high seas, he knew it meant that she thought she was going to win.

It was into this quietly brash event that the unthinkable landed. A loud crash cut through the sound of twenty elves singing Gangnam Style, knocking them over like bowling pins as lumps of ice, shards of glass and three rather large dragons landed on the dance floor.

With a absurdly gentlemanly manner the biggest of the three dragons stepped forward and said, “I am Humanagor. I was sent here to represent my people.” He ruffled his wings loving the looks of dumb shock on everyone's faces. “Who is your leader?”

Mrs.Claus stepped forward, pushing aside stunned elves and stood before Humanagor with her hands on her hips, “That would be me and I would very much like the meaning of all this. Dragons haven’t been in these parts in a very long time indeed.” There was a pause followed by, “For a very good reason.”

“Well Mrs. Claus...We were just flying home for the season when we saw the lights and heard the music and thought that we could really use a party like that. So we came here to steal it.”

“Yeah!” Said a dragon behind Humanagor in a high pitched voice, “It’s ours now!” Mrs.Claus looked up at Humanagor and folded her arms,

“Ah ha… You might as well fly outta here again as what you have planned just isn’t going to happen boys.” There was a chuckle from the dragons as Humanagor picked up a still stunned elf and contemplatively looked at Mrs. Claus,

“Well… let me put this to you Mrs. Claus. Either we get the party or we eat all of you.”

“Yeah! We could use some snacks!” Once again came from behind Humanagor.

There was stunning silence as Mrs.Claus and Humanagor stared at each-other.

“I don’t think so…” said Mrs.Claus with the calm of a person responsible for the organisation of the biggest event of the year, and a history of making the worst pirate cry, “Partly because Elves taste horrid and mostly because that would mean you would have to deal with me.” She stepped closer and caught Humanagor’s eye and said quietly, “and I could use another dragon scale traveling coat… The last one is looking a little moth eaten.” Humanagor looked at the small smile that Mrs.Claus was wearing and the way she held his eye and swallowed. This was a women who wanted a new dragon scale traveling coat for those long wintery trips. She was all but daring him to make a move that would allow her to get one for the Christmas Season.

With care he put the elf down again and cleared his throat before carefully saying, “Maybe we could leave the snacks, leave the party in your hands and just join in on the chorus of Pen Pineapple Apple Pen?”

With a smile Mrs.Claus stepped back and nodded. “That would be fine… Then you could also fix the hole you have made in the roof.” There was a start of an ‘aww’ from behind Humanagor when it was sharply cut off with a snap of his tail. He wasn’t going to risk being turned into a coat over a little mess.

“Sure this Ma’am! We will have all of this cleared up in no time.”

That Eve party was was remembered by all as they best in the last fifty years. Mrs.Claus cleaned the Yetis out, Pen Pineapple Apple Pen became the hit song among the elves, and dragons got a reminding tale of why they steer clear of the North Pole.

All in all it was just another tale about how “All’s well that ends well” with a side note of being careful of whose party you crash. But then all good stories need a moral don’t they?
#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #short 
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