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Carnival

Ferris wheel

Cotton candy

Pop the balloons

The Giant Tiger's dandy!

Scare me in the dark

Kiss me gently

When you take me home 

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Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Education
Carnival
Ferris wheel
Cotton candy
Pop the balloons
The Giant Tiger's dandy!
Scare me in the dark
Kiss me gently
When you take me home 

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Don't Make Me Ask

Don't you know what I need?

Don't you anticipate that I can't do it anymore?

Don't you know I can't bathe myself? Make a meal? tie my shoes?!

Don't you care for me?

Don't you see I am weak, feeble, tired?

Don't you understand I need your help?

Why do I have to ask? I won't beg for what you should know

Just like young people, old people feel neglected too.

Love isn't aware of age

Care for others as you wish your people should care for you

Why don't you see what I need?! 

Can't you see it? 

I need you. 

I need you to help me without asking you

I am too humble to ask

Help me. Help me. Don't make me ask.

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Don't Make Me Ask
Don't you know what I need?
Don't you anticipate that I can't do it anymore?
Don't you know I can't bathe myself? Make a meal? tie my shoes?!
Don't you care for me?
Don't you see I am weak, feeble, tired?
Don't you understand I need your help?
Why do I have to ask? I won't beg for what you should know
Just like young people, old people feel neglected too.
Love isn't aware of age
Care for others as you wish your people should care for you
Why don't you see what I need?! 
Can't you see it? 
I need you. 
I need you to help me without asking you
I am too humble to ask
Help me. Help me. Don't make me ask.
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You've travelled into the dead world\realm. Only with your spirit. You're alive, but can't find your body. You meet ghosts, zombies and other scary creatures. What happened to you to be in this state? Do you end up finding where your physical form/body is? How do you end up returning to normal & the physical world. Narrative, & descriptive writing format, please. Or You can also make it a quest. You needed to be in the spiritual or dead realm to find a special powerful device|object.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Horror & Thriller

Pause

My chest hurts a little. I take a deep breath. Well, it still hurts. I want so much to finish watching my TV show. Suddenly there is music and colors. May be this is commercial time I tell myself. Nope, I died. 

"Who are you?" I ask the spirits of the home who once inhabited this place. Even the mice and little roaches introduced themselves. They all used to live here. The universe adds me to the list of people who called this place home. I see my body grasping a beer and the cigarette ash sitting in the ashtray with a small grey cylinder to the but.

Light is illuminating on the clicker. Even more so on the pause button. My dog is licking my dead face and steps on the pause button. My dog alerts my room mate who calls 911. The paramedics revive me but while I'm gone, I never stop seeing the most important bright image of the whole scene..the pause button. 

I'm old now. But I pause.

Paws, pause. Take time to pause. It's a special powerful device.

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You've travelled into the dead world\realm. Only with your spirit. You're alive, but can't find your body. You meet ghosts, zombies and other scary creatures. What happened to you to be in this state? Do you end up finding where your physical form/body is? How do you end up returning to normal & the physical world. Narrative, & descriptive writing format, please. Or You can also make it a quest. You needed to be in the spiritual or dead realm to find a special powerful device|object.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Horror & Thriller
Pause
My chest hurts a little. I take a deep breath. Well, it still hurts. I want so much to finish watching my TV show. Suddenly there is music and colors. May be this is commercial time I tell myself. Nope, I died. 
"Who are you?" I ask the spirits of the home who once inhabited this place. Even the mice and little roaches introduced themselves. They all used to live here. The universe adds me to the list of people who called this place home. I see my body grasping a beer and the cigarette ash sitting in the ashtray with a small grey cylinder to the but.
Light is illuminating on the clicker. Even more so on the pause button. My dog is licking my dead face and steps on the pause button. My dog alerts my room mate who calls 911. The paramedics revive me but while I'm gone, I never stop seeing the most important bright image of the whole scene..the pause button. 
I'm old now. But I pause.
Paws, pause. Take time to pause. It's a special powerful device.
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Keep Trying

"You can do it! One more now, don't be a quitter!" My coach in rehab, such a bitch. I know she means well but my mouth still can't pronounce "lemon." I spend half the day working my tongue.

The car wreck totally threw me into a new realm of shock, depression and a little hope fostered by caring healthcare people. I couldn't just die like I wanted to because my family would freak. So I'll be the freak with the distorted face. May be I'll join the circus when I get out of rehab.

I can't complain I thought when they pushed Lora in through the rehab door. She was fucked up like nobody's business. Her arms atrophied to pencils. Boy did she have a lot of work to do. I admired her attitude. I wished I could say "hello," but there was my fuckin' mouth.

Long story short: After months of rehab, I was able to say, "I love you" and she was able to put her arms around me.

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"You can do it! One more now, don't be a quitter!" My coach in rehab, such a bitch. I know she means well but my mouth still can't pronounce "lemon." I spend half the day working my tongue.
The car wreck totally threw me into a new realm of shock, depression and a little hope fostered by caring healthcare people. I couldn't just die like I wanted to because my family would freak. So I'll be the freak with the distorted face. May be I'll join the circus when I get out of rehab.
I can't complain I thought when they pushed Lora in through the rehab door. She was fucked up like nobody's business. Her arms atrophied to pencils. Boy did she have a lot of work to do. I admired her attitude. I wished I could say "hello," but there was my fuckin' mouth.
Long story short: After months of rehab, I was able to say, "I love you" and she was able to put her arms around me.
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Hospital Nurse and Pintos

The pinto beans were killing me

They filled me up with gas

Tiny little farts you see

Were coming out my ass

I felt a sense of urgency

I scurried from a room

I found a closet

To deposit

Crap smell near a broom

The gas was getting worse!

Didn't know what to do!

Dam the Pinto curse!

But honestly, I knew

The hospital was busy 

I passed the grey food cart

Unconscious old Ms Lizzy

Wouldn't hear me fart!

In her room the coast was clear

Certain that no one would hear

Pressured gas shot out of me

With sound unlike a symphony

Her daughter sat with horrid stare

I didn't see her sitting there!

Shocked at me, fanning air

She must have thought I didn't care

I really thought my job was through

Until the daughter blasted too.

Room 204 was a cesspool 

Ms Lizzy added poopy stool

I'm just sayin' my best bet 

Was the closet for to fart in, yet

Red faces and the laughter

Remembered ever after.

Ms Lizzy got her diaper changed.

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Hospital Nurse and Pintos
The pinto beans were killing me
They filled me up with gas
Tiny little farts you see
Were coming out my ass

I felt a sense of urgency
I scurried from a room
I found a closet
To deposit
Crap smell near a broom

The gas was getting worse!
Didn't know what to do!
Dam the Pinto curse!
But honestly, I knew

The hospital was busy 
I passed the grey food cart
Unconscious old Ms Lizzy
Wouldn't hear me fart!

In her room the coast was clear
Certain that no one would hear
Pressured gas shot out of me
With sound unlike a symphony

Her daughter sat with horrid stare
I didn't see her sitting there!
Shocked at me, fanning air
She must have thought I didn't care

I really thought my job was through
Until the daughter blasted too.
Room 204 was a cesspool 
Ms Lizzy added poopy stool

I'm just sayin' my best bet 
Was the closet for to fart in, yet
Red faces and the laughter
Remembered ever after.

Ms Lizzy got her diaper changed.
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You have just been hired at a wool, & silk clothing factory. All seems to be going well. Suddenly, your fellow workmates all fall into a music number. They also dance along to the music. Do you join in? Leave and find another job? Or try to tell everyone else to be less musical. You can add in any genre of song in your work. Or even make up your own song(s)/music.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Fiction

Up Town Factory

I was lucky to land a job. The interview at the wool and silk clothing factory seemed easy enough, I explained I was a hard worker and dependable. I had researched their company, I came prepared, but nothing prepared me for the first week with my new co-workers.

I did have concerns before I started the job that I would be doing repetitive processing of materials, sending them to be cut for clothing. I guess I feared boredom. 

Sure enough I found myself placed in one of the many seats at rows of long tables where we prepared wool and silk. Just making to lunchtime would be exasperating I thought.

Thirty of us in my department clocked in, took a seat, and began manipulating the wool while others were assigned to silk. I must have glanced at the clock four times the first half an hour. Then it started.

"Womp," someone said.

"Da do doont dat do doont.." someone else said.

Then everyone slapped the tables!

I couldn't believe these people! Another busted out to the tune of Up Town Funk, "This is where wool's made, we keep you warm! Silk lining trade!"

"This is our job all day, materials, that make you say.."

Then in unison they got up and exclaimed, "I'm too hot, hot dam! Call the police and the fireman, We're too hot!" 

Others yelled, "hot dam!'

"My silky shirt says who I am!" 

Employees were gyrating their hips and doing the robot. Some were moon walking, others did a strange jitterbug together to the music.

My mouth hung open with surprise and a half grin. Hell yeah! I thought as I joined in. I quickly learned the words, laughed and danced like a rock star. 

For only minutes did we carry on like this before returning to the tables. This is done throughout the day there. We got a lot done.

I love my new job!

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You have just been hired at a wool, & silk clothing factory. All seems to be going well. Suddenly, your fellow workmates all fall into a music number. They also dance along to the music. Do you join in? Leave and find another job? Or try to tell everyone else to be less musical. You can add in any genre of song in your work. Or even make up your own song(s)/music.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Fiction
Up Town Factory
I was lucky to land a job. The interview at the wool and silk clothing factory seemed easy enough, I explained I was a hard worker and dependable. I had researched their company, I came prepared, but nothing prepared me for the first week with my new co-workers.
I did have concerns before I started the job that I would be doing repetitive processing of materials, sending them to be cut for clothing. I guess I feared boredom. 
Sure enough I found myself placed in one of the many seats at rows of long tables where we prepared wool and silk. Just making to lunchtime would be exasperating I thought.
Thirty of us in my department clocked in, took a seat, and began manipulating the wool while others were assigned to silk. I must have glanced at the clock four times the first half an hour. Then it started.
"Womp," someone said.
"Da do doont dat do doont.." someone else said.
Then everyone slapped the tables!
I couldn't believe these people! Another busted out to the tune of Up Town Funk, "This is where wool's made, we keep you warm! Silk lining trade!"
"This is our job all day, materials, that make you say.."
Then in unison they got up and exclaimed, "I'm too hot, hot dam! Call the police and the fireman, We're too hot!" 
Others yelled, "hot dam!'
"My silky shirt says who I am!" 
Employees were gyrating their hips and doing the robot. Some were moon walking, others did a strange jitterbug together to the music.
My mouth hung open with surprise and a half grin. Hell yeah! I thought as I joined in. I quickly learned the words, laughed and danced like a rock star. 
For only minutes did we carry on like this before returning to the tables. This is done throughout the day there. We got a lot done.
I love my new job!

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My first love
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First Love Shattered My Innocent Heart

I sat in my parents car starry eyed at him as we me small talk in his driveway. All the while he sat outside the driver's side and threw small gravel rocks in the car rims but I fell in love!

The captain of the cross country ski team had to "cancel for a meet" but I was in love with him!

My mouth was red and sore from his braces as I was in love with tall Eric.

He wanted me to touch him 'there'. I didn't want to, but I was in love with Eric!

His voice sounded so good in the church quire. I joined the quire because Eric would be there.

My parents said we had to move away. I would have waited forever for Eric, but he didn't shed a tear and cheated on me the day before I moved away.

He avoided me and didn't say 'good-bye'.

I wrote many letters of forgiveness and longing. His silence spoke but I didn't want to or couldn't listen. His parents made him send the prom pictures four months later. 

I finally got it. 

Feather in his loaded cap

Blind as a lovesick bat

His feet upon his doormat

I hate to think of that

He never loved me back

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My first love
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First Love Shattered My Innocent Heart
I sat in my parents car starry eyed at him as we me small talk in his driveway. All the while he sat outside the driver's side and threw small gravel rocks in the car rims but I fell in love!
The captain of the cross country ski team had to "cancel for a meet" but I was in love with him!
My mouth was red and sore from his braces as I was in love with tall Eric.
He wanted me to touch him 'there'. I didn't want to, but I was in love with Eric!
His voice sounded so good in the church quire. I joined the quire because Eric would be there.
My parents said we had to move away. I would have waited forever for Eric, but he didn't shed a tear and cheated on me the day before I moved away.
He avoided me and didn't say 'good-bye'.
I wrote many letters of forgiveness and longing. His silence spoke but I didn't want to or couldn't listen. His parents made him send the prom pictures four months later. 
I finally got it. 

Feather in his loaded cap
Blind as a lovesick bat
His feet upon his doormat
I hate to think of that
He never loved me back



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Your utopia.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Fiction

My Utopia

Not having any awkward vibes 

Accepting there are varied lives

Forgiving all who insult me

Understanding they can't see

Meeting new inspiring souls

Attaining all my unmet goals

Never feeling like I'm tired

Throwing out the word retired

Rejoining with my peeps who die

Realizing death's a lie

Watching blazing sunlight's gleam

And colors that I have not seen

Reassured that all is well

There is no place people call hell

Resting in the arms of Him

Who lets me slide of all my sin

Rewind my life so better be

The next time I possess this me

Know that I am not alone

The Spirit with me where I roam

knowing how the universe

Relates to frankincense and mirth

Feeling wonder in my soul

Angels dance as the clouds roll

 

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Your utopia.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Fiction
My Utopia
Not having any awkward vibes 
Accepting there are varied lives
Forgiving all who insult me
Understanding they can't see

Meeting new inspiring souls
Attaining all my unmet goals
Never feeling like I'm tired
Throwing out the word retired

Rejoining with my peeps who die
Realizing death's a lie
Watching blazing sunlight's gleam
And colors that I have not seen

Reassured that all is well
There is no place people call hell
Resting in the arms of Him
Who lets me slide of all my sin

Rewind my life so better be
The next time I possess this me
Know that I am not alone
The Spirit with me where I roam

knowing how the universe
Relates to frankincense and mirth
Feeling wonder in my soul
Angels dance as the clouds roll


 

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Calvin and Loretta

Trisha received the letter. She didn't recognize the sender at the top left of the letter. It looked official of sorts but was stamped and hand addressed to her. She opened it carefully because it was so odd and she didn't want to destroy the return address. It read: 

Trisha, you bought those jeans of a certain size. I know you've bought others of the same size for years. I found you through your credit card information. 

Those particular jeans were designed by me. I'm offering you a meeting with a few others who bought those jeans in your size. Enclosed is a ticket to Etowa, Montana on July 6th. Please attend.

Trisha was taken aback, she was interested and entertained. 

Natasha in Yarmouth Maine received the same letter. So did Loretta in Wyoming. 

The girls willing to play with the offer flew to Etowa Montana on July 6th. Men stood at the gait exit with signs to take them to the hotel. 

The women were interviewed and one was selected to meet the "jeans" man.

Loretta fell in love with  Calvin Cline. 

True story!

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Calvin and Loretta
Trisha received the letter. She didn't recognize the sender at the top left of the letter. It looked official of sorts but was stamped and hand addressed to her. She opened it carefully because it was so odd and she didn't want to destroy the return address. It read: 
Trisha, you bought those jeans of a certain size. I know you've bought others of the same size for years. I found you through your credit card information. 
Those particular jeans were designed by me. I'm offering you a meeting with a few others who bought those jeans in your size. Enclosed is a ticket to Etowa, Montana on July 6th. Please attend.
Trisha was taken aback, she was interested and entertained. 
Natasha in Yarmouth Maine received the same letter. So did Loretta in Wyoming. 
The girls willing to play with the offer flew to Etowa Montana on July 6th. Men stood at the gait exit with signs to take them to the hotel. 
The women were interviewed and one was selected to meet the "jeans" man.
Loretta fell in love with  Calvin Cline. 
True story!
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How Faith Has Changed Your Life
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Fuel

Faith is one of the most elusive words in the English language. It promises nothing yet it is a firm belief in things unseen. It almost disturbs me, we are factual people with more confidence in probability. Faith is the sideline cheerleader of the improbable at times.

Based on the definition, "believing in things unseen," I love the word. 

I fear that it is overused, misused, to imply things will go your way if you have it. 

Faith has changed my life by experiencing it, but I must explain it is a spiritual word. It should not be thrown around in everyday conversation by people who don't really understand it. That is too often practiced in today's society.

I suggest there is a recipe for faith. Understand it is a belief in things unseen. Know that it is a relative of hope and fueled by love. It is a form of letting go and letting God, yet it hangs around with hope.

Faith is not for beginners. It has changed my life in that I believe in what the heavens tell me. It never lets me down. I may have to be patient, but the correct outcome or circumstance presents itself time and time again because of faith.

So, I'm affected by it in knowing things will be as they are supposed to be in my life. Every experience is a teacher. Faith is the fuel to the fire of life in me. 

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How Faith Has Changed Your Life
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Fuel
Faith is one of the most elusive words in the English language. It promises nothing yet it is a firm belief in things unseen. It almost disturbs me, we are factual people with more confidence in probability. Faith is the sideline cheerleader of the improbable at times.
Based on the definition, "believing in things unseen," I love the word. 
I fear that it is overused, misused, to imply things will go your way if you have it. 
Faith has changed my life by experiencing it, but I must explain it is a spiritual word. It should not be thrown around in everyday conversation by people who don't really understand it. That is too often practiced in today's society.
I suggest there is a recipe for faith. Understand it is a belief in things unseen. Know that it is a relative of hope and fueled by love. It is a form of letting go and letting God, yet it hangs around with hope.
Faith is not for beginners. It has changed my life in that I believe in what the heavens tell me. It never lets me down. I may have to be patient, but the correct outcome or circumstance presents itself time and time again because of faith.
So, I'm affected by it in knowing things will be as they are supposed to be in my life. Every experience is a teacher. Faith is the fuel to the fire of life in me. 
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