May Writing – Clara’s fruit of choice – #MayWriting

Aunt Clara chose once again some great dishes to prepare

Her family would soon enjoy yet another delicious affair

Before the first course, all bowed down their heads in blessings

Then Clara served out the salad covered in her own Raspberry dressing

Those delightful greens tantalized everyone with each little leafy bit

Which was then followed up by Clara’s Raspberry soup which was just exquisite

If these entrees weren’t enough to satisfy all the kin

Clara then brought out her Raspberry pot-roast for everyone to dig-in

Multiple side dishes like Raspberry stuffing and Raspberry surprise

Proved that old theory that a stomach is always smaller than one’s hungry eyes

When this buffet finished stuffing everyone in gluttonous prosperity

It was time for desserts that were Clara’s absolute specialty

Everyone knew of Clara’s tarts always filled with her favorite fruit

Yet, when she brought out this fresh batch they clearly were substitutes

“Not all tarts are Raspberry” Clara announced to the family with a pout

“I made you a Raspberry flavored meal and I simply ran out”

 

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Written for the May Writing Prompts – Not All Tarts are Raspberry – Day 14/31 and The Haunted Wordsmith’s setting challenge – family dinner

 

Twittering Tales – Lo-cal Spirit #twitter-tales

Lou entered his kitchen planning to blow  his diet again with his routine nightly snack.  Vera and the kids were in bed.  The refrigerator slowly opened and a voice spoke.
“LOU, YOU’RE ON A DIET”. Lou rushed out not noticing the string tied to the refrigerator door or his daughter crouched in the dark.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: NRD at Unsplash.

The Time Controller~Pt.2 #FOWC #Fandago

 

Life continued throughout the city. The daily demands on the average citizen kept them moving endlessly without hesitation. From morning to midnight, the surge of the public flowed from employment to entertainment. The intensity of motion was so relevant to all, that the simplicity of basic feelings had been overlooked. It was a constant race from “what was”  to “what needs to be” with as little emotion in between being used.

Hailey witnessed all of this in an instant, within a blink of her eyes. This was her gift. She lived with the events of a nanosecond to a century, opened up to her as a constant show with no secrets.

Yet, their were those who could keep themselves hidden from her gaze. They were whispered about only in the darkest of places and once they revealed themselves, your destiny belonged to them. They were known simply as ‘The Stoppers’ and they were about to visit the city once again, completely hidden from the eyes of Hailey-the time controller.

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This piece was written for Fandago’s FFC

My thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith for letting me continue Hailey’s story.