From the One-Minute Writer:
Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt “Bright.”
There sits little Lucy Bright
Plays alone amongst the blight
She hums a tune
As we all swoon
Embraced in the silence of endless night.
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One-Minute Writer: Bright
24
Jul
The Littlest Explorer
04
Jul
Tissoe was two days old! And, his mother had let him go outside to explore all on his own. Not one of his many brothers and sisters to bother him, he had the entire, great wilderness that was the outdoors, all to himself.
He wasn’t too good at flying. Not at first, anyway. He bumped into something the had wonderful smelling, white blossoms that spilled pretty yellow powder all over him.
If he could giggle, he would have.
His wings all a-buzz again, he careened slightly downwards, caught an updraft that carried him over a wonderful patch of grass blades that tried to stab him, and maybe, well, just possibly, he did laugh as he caught a wonderful updraft that carried him away from the blades of green. He buzzed past a blur of yellow and black stripes hearing a rumbly tumble of words cautioning him to be a careful youngster.
Tissoe tried laughing again. The breeze helped and up he went and breathlessly landed on the flat perch of a yarrow pad. He wiggled his proboscis in irritation and felt a different sort of laugh, this one kind of itchy and involuntary slip through his proboscis and widening the many facets of his eyes. He felt dizzy.
And another one was coming.
Blaming the yarrow, he dropped off the wide pad and down to some colourful, and relaxing sweet william.
Oh! These were lovely! This time when he giggled, it was at his own behest.
Tissoe walked all over the sweet william allowing his sticky little feet to remember it. He wanted to come back before he was old (in about 24 days) and experience it again. There were more flowers, and leaves, and rose bushes, and even strawberries to check out.
Tissoe took off again catching little updrafts and alighting here and there. He kept bumping into the big bumble bees, and although they were gruff, they pretty much ignored him. He explored the rose bush, his tiny little body unconcerned by the thorns which were much bigger than him.
On a red carnation he delighted in finding little drops of cool water that were perfect for just helping to keep him cool. Finally, he landed on a long, green leaf where he walked, flexed his little wings, and decided to spend the rest of the day.
Don’t you just think this little fly is cute, now? I hope you enjoyed my little whimsy.
Photographing Velvet
04
Jul
This soft painting is of one of the many beautiful flowers grown by my husband in our garden. He likes tall flowers, so we have lots of tall flowers.
Richard and I were finally able to see a movie today. M. Night Shyamala’s The Last Airbender. Not spectacular, but it was good and had a decent story.
With the eye-dazzling 3D I’m afraid that story is falling quickly to the wayside in favor of the “new” technology. 3D gives me a migraine like you wouldn’t believe! No pills help it. Only death, for a short time, alleviates that sort of migraine. I’m fine with 2D.
Richard and I like going to the movies, and for quite a long time there we were going once a week to the theatre. Now, it seems like the only stuff playing is live action stuff from comics, or games. The last movie that Richard and I saw, I think, was Half-Blood Prince and Richard fell asleep during it. I didn’t care for it, but Snape’s in it. That’s why I’ll be going to the last two movies in order to see him. I could care less about the kids, considering the fact that they aren’t kids, and aren’t precocious anymore.
Daniel Radcliffe is 21
Emma Watson is 20
Rupert Grint is 22
Tom Felton is 23
Please don’t anyone smek me. I just happen to prefer the first four books and when the kids were still kids (and Snape was still alive).
I best be quiet now or this whole post will turn into a rant on the last three books.
I think I’m rambling, now.
I’m trying to get back into blogging, but it’s difficult. I just don’t know what to write these days. It isn’t like I’m going to work and bludgeoning my boss, or running down pedestrians in my SUV, or choking on fast food, or any of that interesting stuff that’s called living.
My blog was turning into a rather painful reminder that I generally can’t leave my house without my husband. I don’t have any friends. We don’t drive. My existence is this house, my computer, two dogs, a cat, a husband, and photographing a dying tree and our gardens.
I didn’t want, and still don’t want, to step into my mind, self-analyse, and try to figure out what my problems are. Where I’d found contentment, I was then losing it.
Of course, I find it hard to read what others are doing, too. I would dearly love to meet some of the people I’ve met online, but as I cannot get on a plane, or travel by myself, that isn’t about to happen anytime soon.
Dangerous thoughts, these be. They lure me into dark corners that it is better off to avoid.
This sort of dark place is fine!
