Short Story Slam Week 7

Short Story Slam Week 7:http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/thursday-short-story-slam-week-7.html

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As a loner, being single and unemployed, John makes a living by buying used books from college students /professors with least costs and resells them to book stores, he always reads fictions before he lets them go, especially books on fantast or magic,  and he enjoys  day dreaming and  believes in magic!

Now he is 45, yet has never touched a woman and not sure how to get one, precisely, he believes that magical adventure is his lifetime love, women are either too bossy or too dependent to arouse his interests…

This summer is super long for John, he is aging and his one room apartment is not organized, the increased temperature makes his life almost unbearable…

“Can magic happen to me? I wish for some excitements…” John murmurs to himself, laying in his single old bed, on this last day of July.

That’s when a strong wind comes knocking at his door, and a force flows in and takes him.

John is flying, with no wings!

He feels like screaming, yet has no strength to let out a cry.

The next thing he knows is that he is on a coconut tree in a jungle, about 20 feet high, with a ripen banana in his hand, and he smells like monkey.  His face turns RED when he finds himself naked, with a group of monkeys standing below the tree, grinning at him.

John is not sure what to do. He wishes to dig a hole and dive in…after a few seconds of embarrassment, he decides to jump down and kill himself…and he throws the banana toward another tree, and lets himself fall, toward the ground.

He is ready to die.

But, half way from the ground, something snatched John and again, he is flying, this time with a strange bird under his body.

Strong wind hits his cheeks, his face changes shape and he feels like screaming again, but no voice comes out of his mouth!

When John eventually has his feet on earth, he hears soft music, and more startling, he is dancing with the fairest lady on earth, near a beach…only two of them, under the romantic moon light…

“I’ve never learned how to dance.”  John tries to stop what he is doing.

“You dance like a pro.” Her voice is sweet, making his heart jump!

“Who are you? Why are we here?” John tries to find his conciseness, blushing…

“I’m your friend.”  She smiles, putting her body closer to John.

Silence…

John has this strange feeling, he is doing something he has never wished to do or has no desire to do, yet, he has lost his courage to stop doing it.  A shock of electivity flashes cross his body and he has to admit that he actually loves it.

The air smells of wine and a cloud hides half of the moon.

The music has stopped itself, and John and his friend have stopped dancing at the same time.

“I have to go home.”  John tells himself.

But his hands has pulled his friend closer,  and he squeezes her cheeks gently and begins to kiss her.

John  finds himself laying at his same old bed, all sweaty when the ring of the doorbell wakes him up.  It’s a client who wishes to sell him his used books.

He still recalls what has happened to him, and it is in his dream.

PS: this is a fiction, hope that you enjoy reading it.

Summer’s Songs (4 Poets Rally Week 49)

Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 49, please join us and share a free verse or any form of poetry with poets rally today, and have fun!

Summer’s song for sorrows

is summer showers,

For all her enjoyment, she sows

flowers;

Thunder’s roar shows

Her rages,

Blue Ocean bestows

the love affairs she engages;

Summer sings soft with a

shooting star,

For a treat she grabs a

Cooking jar;

Dancing she goes to

a camping ground,

Smiling she heads to

a merry-go-round;

Emerging with a hot sun,

Painting the earth golden as she’s done.

Summer’s songs linger at summer seas,

Summer’s poets ponder with hot gazes.

The Day In July

In a book the day

is a glimpse of blue,

In a map the day

gives a pin-point clue.

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On the tongue the day

is a watermelon of sweet,

In the face the day

is a pool of heat.

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On the phone the day

is a wave of light,

In the eye the day

shatters like glass in sight.

Carry On Tuesday (In my head, I paint a picture…)

Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry

Short Story Slam Week 6

Week 6 Prompt: http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-story-slam-week-6-childrens.html

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To the puppy,

Running fast and free makes him happy;

To the elephant,

Moving forward one step at a time is important;

“Let’s play hide and seek.”

Suggests the puppy,

Too bad the elephant could not win

Because he is too big to be unseen;

“Let’s swim cross the creek.”

Asks the elephant,

So sad that the puppy can not swim,

and he instantly begin to scream…

They are made different,

It’s impossible for them both to be excellent…

To keep each other’s company,

They must learn how to respect each other beautifully.

 

A++ Playmates

Berry creek,

Pink Cheek,

Running,

real quick.

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A cute dog,

A lovely woman,

Two biking girls do self talk,

Their spirits are zen.

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Baseball field,

Kid’s playground,

Crowds wailed.

Balls making cracking sound.

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Rocky plates,

Watchful eyes,

A++ playmates,

“A home run”, someone cries.

ABC Wednesday (A…)

Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Thanks for reading, if you are a poet, please join poetry potluck week 44 today, Happy Writing! Happy Summer!

Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry (Painting Whispers)

Saturday Writing Challenge in Sunday 160 (26 words)

 

Jenny Matlock today for Saturday Centus, Glad to stump over there and see the prompt offer today, rule: no images, words only, and  25 words or less plus 5 words given, that’s 30 words or less…wow, here it goes! (160 characters, 26 words)

I am linking this to Sunday 160 at Monkey Man as well : Monkey Man

 

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I’m not getting any younger,

Yet feeling upset no longer;

Sentence yourself to live,

Beat the odds of bitterness;

Focus on what I achieve,

Cherish selflessness.

See WHo Is Napping In Woods (Sunday Prompts, Please Join Poetry Potluck Today)

Green pines laugh in the breeze,

Red lilies grin in the rain,

Squirrels jump to a race,

Satellites launch to outer space.

Z Z z z z….

See who is napping in woods,

M M m m m…

Discover beauty in nature’s truth;

Seasons of changes,

Shifts of gears;

Ebbs and flows of growth,

The conquer of fears;

Live Life in FREE verse,

Experiment poetry in reverse;

The world is a busy place,

Let’s embrace and re-measure our pace.

One Single Impression  (Respect)

Sunday Scribbling (Woods)

ABC Wednesday (Z…)

Poetry Pantry at Poets United

Alphabe-Thursday (M)

Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry (Free Verse)

Please share your poetry with Jingle Poetry potluck week 43 today, Free Verses, or random poems in any poetry form are all lovable to US…Share, Have FUN!  Thanks for the inputs, Happy Writing!

Short Story Slam Week 5

 

Short Story slam Week 5

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-short-story-slam-week-5.html

School is over, time for summer vacation.

Mom had made a decision,

I must stay at my grandma’s house,

where I have no way to use a computer mouse.

I refused to eat,

But starved to death without drink/meat;

Eventually, I admit,

I have to get used to country living indeed.

I drink tomato soup with egg drops,

I eat wheat sandwiches with lettuces, no soda pops,

I pluck eggplants and milk cows,

I collect eggs and listen to cats’ meows …

Mornings content No traffic noises at all,

But the roosters’ call,

But that’s Not all.

Free from internet,

No more text messages or online chats,

My life has turned 180 degrees you bet,

I find myself in love with chickens and cats…

Breathing the freshest air  in the vegetable garden,

I feel like living in HEAVEN, I beg your pardon.

Grandma’s stories make me learn,

Knowledge is something priceless to earn;

The seed for growth is sowed,

as this story is told.

As I show off my own little tree,

I see the pride in the eyes of my Mom, Hurray!!!

Three Word Wednesday/Alphabe-Thurday-Lady Lily

Alphabe-Thursday  (L)

Three Word Wednesday  (Cease, Heat, Nasty)

Lady Lily

Looks lovely,

Not happy,

Acts nasty,

Summer heat,

couldn’t cease to quit.

Had a cold shower,

Went shopping 4 an hour;

Dressed up sexy,

Called a taxi,

Went to a blind date,

Stayed up late,

Came home tired,

Got fired;

Called police,

Made peace;

Lesson learned,

Wisdom gained;

For Goodness’s sake,

This story is fake.