Finish the Story #13 05 Sept. 2018

Finish the Story

The Haunted Wordsmith created the Finish the Story.  She start a story, then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.

Rules

  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.

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Just Put Something On

The clock in the living room flashed 6:00. No one was ready as usual. It was Black Friday in the Harris household. Ben ran through the house looking for his tie, while Jessie screamed about not being able to find her English homework.

“Your tie is hanging on the closet door in the bedroom,” Fay said as she stacked the magazines on the coffee table. “Here is your homework, Jessie.”

Mom to the rescue. It was always up to mom to know where every thing and every one was at all times.

“It’s your fault!” Jordan screamed.

“Is not!” James hollered back.

Jordan and James had fought since they were born. Although if you asked Fay, she would tell you the twins fought even before they were born.

“Young man, will you please go back upstairs and get dressed,” she told her youngest, Casper.

Five minutes later, Jordan and James, Jessie and Ben, were all waiting in the car for Casper and Mom to come out so they could finally get to school and work.

“Casper,” she yelled from the bottom of the steps.

“Ready,” Casper yelled.

He appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a ….

To be continued


a tuxedo.

Casper grinned down at Fay as she shook her head. Casper was her imagination come to life. He told stories and made the whole family act them out. He was a little elfin and whimsy was a part of his day to day.

Casper waited.

“Casper, why are you in your tuxedo? That is only for special occasions.” Fay said in exasperation. “Go back to your room and change right this minute! Your siblings are going to be late for school!”

“I am a super secret agent, there are bad people everywhere, trying to get your chocolate marble super fudge icing cake. I have to stop them!”

Fay sighed, knowing that it was nigh on impossible to change Casper’s mind once it was set. Beckoning him to follow, Fay put her hand on the door knob and……

I am nominating Roy and Dee Kelly over at The Floating Thoughts.  if you have not checked it out please do. They love collaborations with fellow bloggers.

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Write with Roy & Dee Kay #4: My Wounded Wings

Another wonderful poetry collaboration. I believe it all comes together beautifully.

The Floating Thoughts

Dear Reader,

We are back with the fourth installment of Multicollaboration for a poem with the WordPress bloggers.

This poem depicts the internal duel of the captive mind to set itself free and follow the heart.

Read now to find out how the WORDPRESS BLOGGERS have weaved independently a beautiful tale in form of a poetry around it.

The poets have been mentioned with their verses and their blog links.

Find time to visit them in order to read beautiful poetry.

PS: Roy & Dee Kay feel humbled and touched by the love and participation shown by all the poets and invite others to join them to spread the creativity across the globe.


captive emotions
ravaged by the indecency of your love
and though the beautiful hurting
is not vented in outward cries
inwardly, every part of me
slowly die
(Sherell )

As I descry these bars yelling confinement

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He’s Mine

“He’s Mine!”

“No, He’s Mine!”

Voices raised

screaming match

petulant siblings

unwilling to compromise.

Tugged

back and forth

seesawing motion

‘He’s Mine’

tried to struggle free.

Screams

turn to shrieks

single handed punches

finally calling forth

mama’s roaring voice.

“He’s Mine”

Tugged right.

“No He’s Mine”

Tugged left.

‘That’s enough!’

mama roared.

“Stop squabbling.

Over a little man!

Let him go right now!”

Sudden fright

sisters dropped

‘He’s Mine’

to the floor.

‘He’s mine’

wasted no time

fleeing the scene.

Quick glance

reassured

he would be a toy no more.

 

 

 

Sad so Sad…….

I am not exactly sure what is going on with me. At first I thought that I was morose. Than I looked up the definition and no that is not me. All I can say is I am feeling a little off. And it has not just been one day, no this has been going on since Monday.

Monday I slept in as late as I could before getting up and getting ready for work. I worked at 8 so what I really did was skip the workout, breakfast and coffee. So let’s put my mood down to that.

Tuesday. I got up at 5. Worked out, was ready to go before I even woke T up at 7. Yet still the feeling prevails.

I know something is off because truthfully, I am not my fun loving bubbly self at all. I can barely muster the energy to talk to customers at work.

I thought that as Monday and Tuesday were grey gloomy rain days, that that was all it was. I mean, T and me we fought again yesterday morning but now, I shrug my shoulders and lock myself in my bedroom. It was my fault for his shoes being wet as I made him walk home in the rain on Monday. Yep, evil mom that I am he had to walk home in the rain.

I can look for every excuse but there are none. I cannot explain what this feeling is other than off. I want to weep. I want to lay here cuddling my pillow and sob. But why? That my friends is the elusive question. I have no reason to be feeling down or sad. Work is great. My friends are great. T, well T is T. He is good when he wants to be and no so good when he doesn’t want to be.

My poetry is going well. I have no complaints there.

I want to cry. I want to be held while I cry. For no real reason but that I need to cry. Long hard sobs where I am gasping for breath and unable to speak. I do not know what is causing this giant hole I just know that I feel it and it is there.

I do not want to fall down the rabbit hole. I want to get back to the me I have been for the last while. I am sad. I am going to go and lock myself in my room and cry. I am sorry for being so depressive this evening when of late I have been on cloud 9. Hoping that this will pass soon.