Fantastic Variations on an Old Rhyme - ~A Pastiche~_The Fishermen Song_Just Playing_Dyna
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Fantastic Variations on an Old Rhyme - ~A Pastiche~
Fantastic Variations on an Old Rhyme~A Pastiche~Scritch-scritch-scritch.There it was again: a faint scrabbling sound. Gert exhaled loudly, flipped her pillow to the cool side, and pulled the quilt over her head.Scritch-scritch-scritch.She could still hear it. A mouse in the wall, no doubt — and there lay Siminy, tidily curled at the foot of the bed, unjustly sleeping the sleep of the just.What time was it? Bonnnggg… The Clock struck One.Gert was too hot. She flung the covers back to feel the breeze from the fan. Scritch-scritch-scritch.The cat’s white face was tucked www.onedoor.ccunder her black tail, just...
The Fishermen Song
Have you ever spoken to the rain? She did. She’d lift her head up, gaze at the clouds, and listen closely. “Listen.” She’d say. “Listen to the rain.” I'd look up at the greying clouds but hear nothing. Because the rain never spoke to me. It only spoke to her. I wish I knew what it said. What secrets they shared. I always imagined it spoke in whispers. Something so beautiful. I remember the day we sat by the lake. The trees waltzed with the wind around us. Autumn leaves broke away and swayed in twirls towards the infinite. The smell of the earth was so pungent. So pure. I stole a glance at her...
Just Playing
Just PlayingSimon peddled his bike through the woods, bumping crazily over the deeply rutted dirt path. He sped up as the path elevated to a gently sloping grade. His legs pumped in a blur like insane locomotive wheels. He laughed maniacally.His ape-hangered blue steed galloped over the earth fleet-footedly. The stallion was named Whiteboots of Lightening, Boots for short, named for his white-walled tires. In his mind’s eye Boots was of course not blue, how silly would that be? Childish to believe in a blue horse…his stallion was sleek shiny black, like the one in that famous story…only his ha...
Dyna
Do you want to die here or to die outside in nature? Wh..what ..what are you saying ?I’m asking a simple question; do you prefer to die here or to die outside ? Anthony please these things aren’t funny at all and besides I am very busy right now.So please tell me what you want rapidly “Dyna is dying “he said agonizedly.The ruler closed the door of the room and sat down in a sigh with some fury.“Who Did it?” He asked. “We still don’t know anything but I was checking it while the flowers were starting to wrinkle and also the device got received a radiation.”We only have 10 masks and we are 50 , ...