Freighter Condition
September 10, 2009 at 2:00 pm (Wordexpanding)
On his back the dimmed sounds seemed like creaking ripples of underwater bubbles. The sick ridden body felt weak, while the sharp mind was as sharp as the failing TL-tube overhead, fuzzy moments followed. The Freighter touched the rusty panels of the belly of his ship, as an act of love, while the feeling of rolling undermined the pull of the deep dark.
“In poor shape we are my dear Love”, whispered the freighter’s Shipper seamlessly through his hissing teeth. Escaping steam was his answer while rushing wetness promised a salty goodbye.
“Our poor condition bids us farewell, my freighter”.
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The challenge is the following title: The Faithless Veil
The Raven and the Rabbit
March 18, 2009 at 7:24 am (Wordexpanding)
The Raven rolled on his back, playing with a twig as a kitten. The dove circled and returned, what do doves say anyway? His black pearls are peering at the foliage, though and memory hunkered down behind its beak, while clouds this time steal the sun.
Fur bounces through, one of the four hundred has returned, with blurred vision staring at the Raven. Complicated signals communicate the Rabbit’s excitement, the new visitor has come.
Old world versus the new, the decline of dragons sees the light of lions. A stalemate stare holds the promise.
Oh yes, they have finally met.
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How lovely! I’ll challenge with the following title: The Changeling’s Shoes.
A head protrudes
March 10, 2009 at 9:06 am (Wordexpanding)
Sloth-like, sniffing the air to feel and sense. Has the gauntlet been dropped in front of his dark abode?
Sounds resonate through the forest, something is up. No longer a senseless peace will drive inaction, sharp directed action, as adrenaline fueled hunting, drifts uneasy in and out of focus.
A long tongue flicks a beetle lazily of a branch. Deaf it can’t small its way, but a vibration of tension catches its wildly rotating eye. Will it tell me a story, will I ever be challenged…
