“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” by J.K. Rowling, The Prisoner of Azkaban Being ruler of my realm hasn’t been easy. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, but good never got anyone anywhere important with any speed. I wanted my power and wanted it while young enough…
Author: Lisa or Li
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Resolute
image link So I swear on the notes of Pan’s flute Cross my heart I remain resolute Broken heart, checkmated With my love unrequited Lost my taste for sweet juice of love’s fruit. Fandango’s FOWC is resolute and the Word of the Day Challenge is unrequited. Today’s offering is a limerick.
Finish the Story 2019 #14 — The Island Getaway
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me for this Finish the Story. Teresa started with: As soon as Liam read the advertisement, he knew the place was for him. Three-story newly renovated home on private island in the middle of Hidden Hollow Lake. Owner motivated to sell. “I will…
#FF — Frying Pan or Fire?
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Johnny absconded with Joey a week earlier. When their parents passed, the two were placed in separate foster homes in Bucharest. Johnny’s foster father tried to touch him inappropriately so he ran away. He wasn’t leaving Joey behind. Johnny’s dad had always talked about his great uncle, Vlad Tepes, who…
Coloring Club Plus — 7/24/19
Bonus pic: One of the asiatic lilies has finally opened. What a beauty! Today’s cut is from disc 5 of Like Omigod! The 80s Pop Culture Box (Totally). Learn more about it in my earlier post here. The song chosen today is “They Don’t Know,” by actress/comedienne, Tracey Ullman. I think Tracey is a brilliant…
dVerse — Poetics: Movement — Travelers
image link Gaia scoops water from our cursed lands Crops turn to ashes, our home turns to dust Our cow lies dying, her face scored with sand Small Goji’s abed, his fevered face flushed Vultures in dead orange tree, our hopes crushed We pack our possessions with trembling hands Coin enough left, train fare…
Twittering Tales #146 – 23 July 2019 — Pool of Souls
Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at Pixabay.com The last thing Sha saw was a man with a syringe. Waking, she found herself on a stone ledge near a round pool of deep water surrounded by tall sheer rocks. Looking up, Shar saw sunshine, green, and water falling. “Where am I?” she asked. “The…
