The perfect crime

A little bit of fiction about how Christmas and Santa Claus got so well entrenced that the poor guy can not even have a holiday.  Hope you Enjoy.

 The secret behind Christmas.

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My name is Keegan … 9

My name is Keegan and the Bwbachod loomed in front of me.  Actually today it was more like a race car in design and no Doire faced its surface.

“She’s happy today, she wants to go home.” Raon, the Paw man announced.  “Just remember to always be polite to her.  You don’t have any relationship with her.”  Continue reading….

Feel free to make suggestions via comments as the the next starter section.  Thanks to Jane Matthews for the starter.

 

Outside the Gorge

The Chasm deep and dark

The coolness hidden in it’s depths

Tries in vain to equalise

From the heat outside the Gorge

 

A footstep echos on stony bottom

A drip and algae

A fern clings to fragile existance

Hiding from the desert outside the Gorge

 

The sun it wins no battles

To light the bottom and the way

At most perpetual twilight

Preventing the mirages outside the Gorge

 

via Daily Prompt: Gorge

Amber and the town of Bright 3

Amber has started her monster clean up and without even realising it, she is integrating herself into the town of Bright.  What will happen when her last foster parents arrive with their own new foster child, the rough and tough, “no one’s going to help me because I am not going to let them in!” Roxy.

Read on ..  Amber and the town of Bright 3

Daily Prompt: Patina

Green patinas mark the surface

Hiding copper underneath

The pure pale orange tones

The metal that glissens

That conducts our electricity

Yet it is hidden under plastic or patina

Its age unknown

Is this like humans

Hiding under our skin

Can we ever really know who lies within?

via Daily Prompt: Patina

Waiting

You wait for news

On tenterhooks

Unable to bear it

Unable to not

Will the news

Be good or bad

Perhaps indifferent

Angst and anger

Fear and dread

Nothing you can do

No words that can be said

You wait

Fill your time

Be busy

Not not be present

Your mind overseas

In a generic waiting room

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting to hear if she survived.

 

via Daily Prompt: Tenterhooks

Amber and the town of Bright 2

Amber continues the slow task of making her new renovators delight liveable.  She is starting to discover that people can be friendly and whilst the start of the story has a bit of a slow pace, hang in there because things heat up in Amber’s world as she starts to learn how to open up.

Amber and the town of Bright 2

Cycles

Each minute, each second

It is the last

Once used, gone forever

It is in the past

Each hour, each day

Never to repeat

This week, that month

Once it is gone, hit delete

Every season, every year

Every cycle, every life

The child grows

The adult grows

The grass grows

The trees grow

To grow is to age

To age is to die

Life is a cycle that ages

Every second, every minute

Never to repeat

via Daily Prompt: Age

My name is Keegan and … 8

Ettore Chaise and the man Keegan know as Paw man have spent some time breaking down barriers, but things are heating up for Keegan in the form of unknown danger and a dying father who wishes to know him.  Keegan isn’t sure if he wants to get to know a dying man.  Will he go to visit or will he stay and investigate the Diore….

My name is Keegan and I… 8 

Don’t forget to make comments on how you want the next section to start.  Thanks to Ashley James for this week’s starter.

Tears Falling

At some stage in our lives we experience grief. When there was a person to grieve it is more understandable. When it is a result of a miscarriage, there is almost a stigma about it.  “Shake yourself off and move on,”  for many of us it is not quite as simple as that.  For those who experience recurrent miscarriages, every subsequent loss can get harder.  This is one of my poems about miscarriage and the guilt I felt at the time.

Tears Falling