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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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Tell a Story Challenge – Traffic Cop

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I want to thank Yinglan for tagging me to do this photo challenge. I’m to take the photo she chose to write something about it, then tag 3 others. You can find Yinglan’s blog here

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This is the photo…

 

Directing traffic was Dave’s passion. He was affectionately called Dave the Director by all the regular drivers who passed by his designated station. Everyone would give him a happy wave, and a cheery hello, day after day.

No one knew the real Dave, the man behind the uniform. No one knew why he would blow his whistle, swish his baton all around, guiding the cars and trucks to their destination without fail, but would never speak to them. Someone got curious and googled his profile information, which led to a touching human interest story in the local papers.

Dave B, esteemed member of this community, and well known traffic policeman, passed away at the age of 35, on January 17, 1992. He was interred in City Cemetery, yet it has been reported that he revisits the scene of his accidental death. His presence is seen at the intersection where he was struck down by a speeding car. It is felt that he resumes his position, to aid drivers now, so there will be no more tragedies, like he experienced. For the last 25 years, there has been no more accidents at that location, because of Dave’s ghost watching over all souls who pass by.

No one knew the real Dave…until they read his obituary.

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My nominees are:

Bee at The Bee Writes

Suze at Suziland too or an Obsolete Childhood

Oneta at Sweet Aroma

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Here’s the photo I chose. There is no obligation to participate…just thought you might enjoy. ūüôā

 

 

 

Building, Joy, Planning, Plans

photo by jarmoluk at Pixabay

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© 2019 BS

 

No Guts – No Glory – Photo Prompt – January 2019

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No Guts – No Glory – Photo Prompt – January 2019

New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror, has created a new, monthly photo prompt. We are challenged to write something about it. Find out the details, and join in at the above link. Thanks, Diana!

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No Guts – No Glory

The blurb showed up on everyone’s internet connection around the world.

“Hey, Jake, look at this.” Belinda passed her laptop over to him. “What do you think?”

“Probably a scam,” he said.

“But look at what it says. Read it.”

Jake sighed, but read out loud…

No Guts – No Glory

Expedition to find the Man in the Moon

No experience necessary

To enter contest fill out attached form

 

“Let’s do it,” Belinda said. She was getting excited.

Jake had his doubts, but for a lark, they both filled out the blank spaces and hit enter.

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Two weeks later they were notified. They would join seventeen other teens for an experience of a lifetime.

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Meeting with the contest sponsors, and the other participant winners, Jake and Belinda finished their week long orientation. It wasn’t easy.

“Why are we doing this again?” Jake asked.

“For the glory, silly, and they said something about the Man in the Moon grants wishes?” Belinda shrugged. “Maybe there’s a secret portal to outer space, and we can just keep on traveling around the universe,” Belinda said.

“Mmm-hmm, you’re full of it,” Jake said, rolling his eyes.

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Two weeks later they were on the moon, trudging through moon dust, and trying to avoid craters. So far, their oxygen tanks were holding up, and most everyone was enjoying the adventure. They had seen no sign of a Man in the Moon, though.

Their guide called a meeting on their third week. They would end the expedition, if nothing was sighted the next day. That was the last the group saw or heard from him. Taking a wrong turn towards his tent, he fell into a deep chasm. They heard his screams, and then nothing.

The group took a vote…push on for one more day was the verdict, then turn back.

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Dispatch from the Moon # 1 – We have found the Man in the Moon… Our guide has perished…please advise…

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Contest Sponsors … Government has cut funding for this endeavor. Cannot bring you home. However, xyzabcII@@zz! Man caz##*( Moon #^&1>> CVae #ntrance #@!&& Teleport xx33!**z>> Home… (transmission garbled and cut off)

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Dispatch from the Moon # 2 – Repeat…Repeat Message … Help!

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Nothing further was heard from the sponsors.

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To be continued?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2019 BS

 

 

3 – 2 – 1 Quote Me – Cinderella Today

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3 – 2 – 1 Quote Me – Cinderella Today

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I was tagged to do the 321 quote me Cinderella Today edition by Suze. Thanks for thinking of me, as these are fun to do.

You can also go see¬†Rory’s blog for all the details. Thanks for having interesting challenges for us.

 

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Now, I’m not really sure what we’re supposed to do with this…Cinderella Today prompt.

Here’s a cute clip from the animated movie of Cinderella, and a couple of quotes from it.

 

It can do magic Рbelieve it or not  ~ Fairy Godmother

The thing-a-ma-bob that does the job is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo ~ Fairy Godmother

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Now, to bring it up to date…

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Scene: Bedroom

Cyndi: (crying & ranting) “Those step-sisters of mine are bullies! They make fun of me, and order me around. They’re not the boss of me! I’m calling CPS”

Suddenly a bright orb floats in through the open window.

Cyndi: What the @!*#?

Orb (turning into Ru Paul): “I’m your fairy god-mother. Girl, stop being a snowflake. Put your big girl britches on, because I’m sending you to a fancy dance. You’ll dance with the stars, and win the mirror ball with the Prince.”

Cyndi: I don’t have anything good to wear to a fancy dance.

FG-M: “Where’s your phone? It’s magic, you know.” (takes the phone from Cyndi, and taps in a website address) “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo … here ya go…Amazon! Order whatever you want.” (In this tale, shipping takes only seconds)

Cyndi: (putting on gorgeous ball gown) I love it! Thank you Fairy God-Mother!

FG-M: Now, Shante, Shashay away. (floats out the window)

Cyndi: Turns on her laptop, finds the little blue bird, and starts Tweeting to all her friends. Takes a selfie with her dress, sends it to Instagram, because you know if there’s no picture, it didn’t happen.

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As for tagging someone else, I don’t know who really likes to do these that haven’t already done this one, so if you’d like to play along, consider yourself tagged. ūüôā

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

3 Word Challenge Story – Fifty Six

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 3 Word Challenge Story РFifty Six

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This will be a bit different from my usual challenge posts. It is a challenge, though.

Brian Lageose, of Bonnywood Manor, has challenged us with coming up with a story, using 3 words he chose for us.

You can visit Brian’s blog at the following link. He has lots of interesting posts, and has written a couple of wonderfully humorous books.

Writer to Writer: The 3-Word Challenge

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My three words were: Happiness, Drought, Flower

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“Fifty Six”

I emerged, fragile and pale as a newborn. Inhaling deeply, I breathed the first unfiltered air since that dreadful day, fifty six years ago.

Overwhelmed, I shaded my eyes from the glare of sunlight, and looked around. Squinting, I saw nothing.

My name is Flower, and this is my story.

I was a child of twelve on that beautiful October day, with not a care in the world. Oh, I’d sensed the uneasiness in the way my parents spoke in hushed tones. They didn’t know I was listening to their conversations any chance I got, yet still it didn’t make sense to me.

As it happened, my carefree days were soon over.

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We descended into our spacious, but spooky storm cellar. I hated going down there with the spiders. I was surprised though. The cellar had been cleaned, and even enlarged. There was now a small kitchen and bathroom, and places for hundreds of boxes of food and water. My parents must have been preparing for a long time.

At first I thought our seclusion was an adventure, some game or experiment, but as time went on, I came to know the truth. Wrinkles and gray hair appeared on my mother and father, and I myself changed through my teen and young adult years. Still, we remained underground.

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Now I am old, older than my parents were when we first were hidden away. They are senile now, and I take care of them as best I can. Lord, when will this be over? If you say I hadn’t thought about just ending it all, it would be a lie. So many times…so many times…

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We had ran out of food, two days before, and I knew we couldn’t last much longer, when I heard a scritching, squeaky noise coming from our air vents. I stared, as a long flexible tube snaked it’s way out from a tiny hole. Afraid, yet curious, I touched it, and noticed small letters printed on the hose. I collected my magnifying glass to read them.

‘This is a happiness indicator. Blow into the tubing to be accessed as to your readiness for extraction. Notification will follow shortly.’

I blew, then I held the tube up to my mother and father. We waited. Soon we heard a mechanical voice.

“You have passed. You may open the hatch to your domicile.”

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Nuclear winter was over, but the fiery blast had left behind devastation. I saw no buildings, no people, no animals. Smoky skies from the fiery blast had caused widespread drought, leaving no vegetation. We were alone in a strange land. From the air around us, we heard again the mechanical voice. 

“You have a choice,” the voice said. “You may stay here and perish, or be taken as immigrants to our newly established civilization, somewhere in the universe.”

We made our choice.

My name is Flower, and this is my story.

Fifty six years ago, the world as we knew it ended. Today it begins anew.

The End

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

 

 

 

IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD

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IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD

My ear was itching in that deep down, hard to reach place. I tried for several days to scratch it by trial and error. Sticking my finger in there, jiggling it around did not help. Doing that thing with my tongue, scratching my throat did not help. Carefully inserting a cotton swab a little ways in did not work either. I tried flushing it out with warm water, then suctioning it out. This just made it worse. Now every sound was muffled, and the itch was still there.

There was no relief. Itching day and night was taking it’s toll on me. Lack of sleep, and unable to concentrate on daily activities caused me to call in sick to my place of employment on more than one occasion as the days and weeks went by.

I didn’t want to, but I made an appointment with the ear, nose, and throat doctor. The exam, which included tiny lights being shone down my ear canal, and small wire probing instruments poked down inside, turned up no clear cut diagnosis. I was sent home with only some ear drops.

After one day of using the drops, I noticed a change. The itching was barely noticeable now, but very faintly I could hear music. Even when in the silence of my house, I could hear snippets of songs, one after the other. Day by day the music became louder until it was a perfect volume.

I was able to shake my head, and the music would change to another song like magic. It was very strange, but at least it was not the infernal itching. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it, this radio in my head…turn my head, change the station, as often as I wanted.

All kinds of music was represented. I’d go about my business, at home or work, walking down the sidewalk, or shopping and be listening to a soundtrack to my days. Lucky for me, it would stop when I went to bed, so that was appreciated.

I had no need of my I-Pod anymore. I didn’t even feel embarrassed when I banged my head, or did a sudden hip-hop move in the grocery store. I even showed some people waiting at the bus stop my awesome ballet pirouettes.¬† Most people smiled along with me. A few tried¬†some dance moves themselves, but I knew they couldn’t hear my music.¬†They had their earbuds plugged into their own ears. Mine was internal, organic, awesome.

Word got around soon enough. I even had an interview that was broadcast on local television. Did that make me a celebrity? I think it did. After all, I sang and danced on camera, and now was recognized everywhere I went.

I did have one strange phone call, though. It was from a travelling troupe of performers. Their talent scout asked if I wanted to tour the fifty¬†states with their “Amazing Freak Show”. I would be billed as “The Woman Who Hears Music In Her Head”.¬†They promised a nice paycheck, a giant poster of me, smiling, free carnival rides, and all the cotton candy I could ever want.

I reluctantly had to turn them down. To be honest, after a year of constant music, I was beginning to be annoyed. I mean, the same playlist was on a thousand song replay. After I’d heard them three hundred sixty five days in a row, it was getting to me…and not in a good way. My dancing was becoming jerky, and I was forgetting the words to songs.¬†More and more I’d find myself blocking out whole genres¬†of music.

It happened gradually. I began to feel the tiny tickles of the itch coming back. After about a month, it was in full force again, and the music had completely stopped. The itching was much worse this time, so I made another doctor appointment. This time, to my relief, the doctor made a definite diagnosis.

As he reached into my ear with his long tweezers, he pulled out an object, putting it on a paper covered tray in front of me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of it.

“What in hell is that?” I managed to ask.

“You have had a bad case of¬†Heliocoverpa zea…earworms.”

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*earworm…a catchy piece of music that continually repeats through a person’s mind.

*Heliocoverpa zea…the larva of the moth commonly known as corn earworm.

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Originally posted on 12/17/13 on Blogger

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© 2017 BS

RADIAN – A CROSSWORD STORY

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RADIAN – A CROSSWORD STORY

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I like making up stories using the words from a crossword game, “Words With Friends”. These words were used in random order, and are underlined in the story, and listed at the end. ūüôā

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RADIAN

Jo and Chamsthey have been friends since childhood. It was always their dream to become famous rock stars. They were always practicing their music. Both played guitar and sang songs in the school’s talent shows over the years. When they met Al and Caid, it was a true band that emerged at last.

Calling themselves Radian, they got gigs all over town. Everyone waved at them with their lighters or phone lights at their concerts. For small town boys, they managed to make a name for themselves.

Mostly, they played hard rock tunes…at¬†least at a club called “Mires“. That venue catered to the high school kids…no booze allowed, and no one over eighteen allowed in, either. Later on, their reputation for putting on a good stage show spread to outlying towns. They got themselves a manager by the name¬†of Tiden…well, that was his moniker, anyway. He never told anyone his real name. However, Al got a look at his driver’s liscense once; he saw Tiden’s real name was Gary.

The guys in the band had a good laugh about it, but let ‘Gary’ think he’d pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. They laughed behind his back, called him a ho and a sap, but he got them good venues to play, so eventually, they put a halt to the jokes.

As they all went on to attend the state college together, they continued to play their rock and roll, blowing out a few fuse boxes here and there.

All was going along great for awhile, and¬†they were of a legal drinking age by now. This did cause problems…mostly squabbling between the band members. They all wanted top billing, and that put them at odds.

One night, after drinking too much gin, Caid and Jo had a fight. Backstage, before a show, they came to blows. It seems Tiden had received a telefax from a record company, wanting to sign Radian to a record deal. Tiden decided to hide it, and not tell anyone.

This night, however, at a club called “Kane“, Jo was going over their playlist from A to Zee, when he saw the communication stuck in Tiden’s¬†briefcase. He almost got caught looking at it, when Tiden walked in unexpectedly, but Tiden only shooed Jo out of the office.

Jo promptly showed the others. That started the beef between them. The contract mentioned who would be primarily featured in their concerts and publicity pictures. Jo and Chams would be at the forefront, while Caid and Al would be only in the background.

A brawl ensued, which sent them all to the ER. The nurse put a ton of emu oil on their cuts and bruises, and only a lowly bandage for Chams’ lacerations on both sides of his jaws.

They eventually worked out their differences, by setting a trap for Tiden. They held his veg salad hostage, until he told them the truth about the record company. Tiden admitted he did wrong…he wasn’t anti success, but he was afraid he’d lose his meal ticket, as manager of the band, when they moved into the big time of the national spotlight. As he confessed, the guys, in unison, yelled and pointed at Tiden, telling him he was fired.

As Tiden left the building, Jo, Chams, Al, and Caid high fived, then called the record company, ultimately being signed to a four record deal, tours, and rotating top billing. This was acceptable.

They went on to become one of the most popular and beloved groups, from that day to the present time. Radian made history, and brought them all fame and fortune. Just like they’d envisioned all those years ago.

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Words used from crossword game are underlined.

jo                           chams                           they                     been

rock                       al                                   caid                     emerged

radian                   waved                           boy                      hard

mires                    ti                                     wool                   ho

sap                        halt                                roll                      fuse

gin                         tele                                fax                       hide

kane                      zee                                 shoo                    beef

in                           er                                   puts                     ton

emu                       jaws                               anti                     trap

veg                        den

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Hope you enjoyed my silly crossword story!

Peace, Love, & Laughter!

Thanks for visiting! }i{

© 2017 BS

 

LIFE LINK – for 3 LINE TALES – WEEK 31

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LIFE LINK – for 3 LINE TALES – WEEK 31

Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-One

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photo by Alex Hockett

LIFE LINK

Chain of memories all in sync.

Each one connected, link by link.

His life’s story told in ink.

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© 2016 BS

NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T – for FFfAW

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https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-23-2016/

This story is written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. It is a photo prompt, and should be no longer than 175 words in length. Enjoy!

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NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T

“There’s his old pocket watch,” I hollered, as I dove for it, tackling it like a pro football player, before it could get away.

My family, I’ll admit, are a greedy bunch of gold-diggers, always looking for something for nothing, as the saying goes. So, when Gramps passed on, the will reading came as no surprise. We were all to gather out at the old homestead for a treasure hunt to beat all treasure hunts.

Gramps had hidden all his earthly treasures, and we had to find what we could. A time limit of two hours was specified. Any unfound goodies were to be donated to charity. So, we all began looking, inside, outside…everywhere.

But, something strange happened. As the items were found, they would be snatched away by an invisible hand, never to be seen again.

“What the heck, Gramps,” we wondered, but kept looking, grabbing what we could find.

When the two hours were up, we had nothing. I swear we heard Gramps laughing from beyond, as we trudged back to our cars.

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© 2016 BS

 

 

CASHING IN – #SOCS – 8/13/16 – CASH

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Cashing In Р#SOCS Р8/13/16 РCash socsbadge2016-17

Today is another Stream of Consciousness Saturday,  with the prompt word being Cash.

We also have a brand new logo for our posts. The votes came in, and the winner was the one submitted by John Holton!

Here’s how to join in the Saturday fun, and also see other’s entries!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 13/16

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Today, I’ve done something a bit different. I missed a few of the prompt Saturdays and wanted to see if I could back-track a bit and use the words in a short story. I did look up what they were for the last 25 week ends. That was all the pre-work on it I did. The rest of the story, as they say, came as an honest stream of consciousness flow. ūüôā

Here are the prompts, in the order they appeared, working back from today’s:

cash, ex, art, second, if/then, concentration, long, drink, class, mb (a word with those letters), book, press, brake/break, a 2 letter word, apparent, zoo, ta, no (number?), ha, be, real, egg, ball, this and that, food.

Hope you enjoy the story! ūüôā

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CASHING IN

I’m ready to cash in all my chips. Isn’t that how the saying goes, when you’re ready to give up on whatever you’re trying to do?

I’ll go ahead and say it. “I’m an ‘ex’ artist.” Yeah, sad isn’t it?

I entered an art contest, and only came in second place. I know what you’re thinking, that it’s too soon to call it quits, and to just keep trying. Well, sure, I could draw some more, paint some more, sketch some more, but if I did, and then came in second place again, or worse, it would be embarrassing. I can’t take that chance. I now need to concentrate on another hobby/career path. I need to think long and hard on what I should do.

Know what? I need a drink. I surely do. That might settle my nerves.

We have a class reunion coming up soon. It’ll be ten years out of school, and what have I got to show for myself? A second place ribbon is all I’ve got. That’s all, and I feel so dumb. They’ll have the old school yearbooks for everyone to look back on. Yep, those were the ‘good ‘ol days’. They won’t be impressed by my accomplishments – I have none.

Oh, it’s apparent I’m a failure. No thanks…don’t want to go to that reunion zoo. Ta-ta to all that, I say. No. 10 get together will just have to go on without me. Ha-ha, am I being too real? Should I be a good egg, suck it up and go? No, I think not.

I’ll go to a ball game that night, instead. I’ll have more fun talking about this and that with other ball game enthusiasts. I can also get some good food at the stadium snack bar, too. Maybe, I’ll even have a beer or two. I’ll enjoy myself.

Then, when I get home, I can draw a picture of my fun day out. …wait…what did I say? Draw? heh-heh…I think I will! ūüôā

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

INITIATION – 3 LINE TALES – WEEK 26

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INITIATION -3 LINE TALES – WEEK 26

Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Six

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photo by Maher El Aridi

INITIATION

Glowing softly, the  moonflower princesses glide silently across the countryside.

They are sent, once again, to welcome the most recently departed princess to their heavenly realm.

She will then be awarded an ethereal wedding gown, to commemorate her initiation into their most exclusive hereafter society.

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