One day I was told you should write a book but never seem too get that far. These are my shorts

Saturday 10 November 2007

Not that great

Sometimes I try to write but I'm not all that great my poems aren't good either, I can't just whip one up on the spur of the moment they happen sure but try to sit down and write one nope that doesn't happen, poems appear for me I can't make them appear they just happen

Writing is the same even though a "short" is something I can make happen they unlike poems don't just appear I make notes, I think over them..no I don't drool over them that's silly.
See I'm a popper when it comes to a "short" mostly if I think too much nothing comes out at all, if I'm interrupted which is most times the thought process stops completely that's why most of my stories are short which is amazing as I have trouble with ends ... don't know when to shut up ;)

So for me to be in a group like this one is like being in the "fast tracked" class at school, its difficult for me I'm a bit slow compared to the rest but at least I try
This week was Season of Change it had colours one of which I had to get out the dictionary to find out what it meant and it had to be melancholy or sad something I don't normally do either, most of my stories have a happy or surprise ending.
So here's me looking up the words thinking oh boy I can't make a poem appear and the seasons here are different so I'll have to do something 'left of center'
Anyway this was my thought process
Colours, multicoloured, reds browns blues = opals
Hard shell, reddish brown = the earth
Opals are mined where the ground is white, soooo that's no good **was slapping head at this point**
Gold is mined from dark earth and is found with quartz < -- YaY ... see easy (yeah right only took me 2 days to get to that *doh*)

This is my short..my short that took days


Mosaic of the fall

“I told you to shore that up didn’t I” the older miner said, the red dust mixing with his sweat making his face the same colour as the surrounding earth, he was now a tawny reddish brown from head to foot the only colour visible was his eyes the colour of a blue topaz

“You trying to kill us both?” he yelled at the younger man, he had only taken him on because he was getting older now the mine almost getting too much for him to work on his own, the younger man a son of a friend as he had no son’s of his own.
No wife would accept a miner as a husband clothes sepia like the landscape, his shell his miners shell as hard to break through as the land itself

They used explosives down in the cold hard earth, partly deaf now and going blind his eyes accustomed to the dark the older miner never really saw the seasons he saw rock, he saw gold he saw profit.

His life as it was, was coming to an end and the younger man would be his legacy. The younger man who picked up a rock saw the beauty that the older now did not see; he saw the colours he saw the seasons of eons in the rock. He saw the dust falling from the ceiling of the mine, like tiny pieces of the older man falling away his life his work slowing drifting down, he saw but his shout was too late another slide another fall, fell between him and the older man.
As he emerged dusty, covered in head to toe an almost invisible object on the pock covered landscape a tear rolled down his face turning brown as it rolled across his face he wiped it away with the back of his hand leaving a smear on his face

He muttered sadly “He never saw the colours… he never saw them”


Tuesday 11 September 2007

At the Window


Dana writing challenge

“Why that little girl is in that house and what happened”

For Dana…..

Hey mom you can see for miles from up here this is cool mom, mom, hey mom, where you go mommmmmmm

Pardon honey what you say

You can see miles from up here mom

I know that’s why I love this place, so high up on the hill always used to come here myself when I was small with my parents your grandparents, when the place wasn’t like it was now of course back then it was beautiful no weeds grew in the garden, the walls covered in a pretty wallpaper and red curtains hung at that same window you are at now magnificent rugs covered the floor and almost every weekend they held huge parties carriage loads of people arrived, the grooms in their red uniforms leading the horses away and bringing them back at the end of the night

“Careful honey you might fall”

The girl leaned a little further out of the window

Part of the windowsill suddenly broke away and fell onto the floor, startling her and making her fall back into the room tripping over the broken slate floor

“owwwch, mom I hurt my knee”

Told you to be careful didn’t I

“Yeah I know mom I know” the girl cheekily grinned back “what happened here anyway mom why is this house like this now?”

“Well honey I’ll tell you come sit here beside me and we can eat our picnic right here in this room, this is where it started you know the fire caught hold from a dropped lantern the oil spilling across the rug and over the curtains there was nothing anyone could do the interior of the house was almost totally destroyed in a matter of hours this part the shell was saved but no one wanted to live here any more.”

“Well I can see why, there’s nothing much left now apart from the view” the girl said sadly

“See there was a scandal in this house the master of the house was caught in bed with one of the downstairs maids, the girl of course was dismissed but Mister Smith got into a huge fight with the lady of the house I’m not sure exactly what happened but I heard that he killed her and buried her in the cellar” her mother whispered.

“Oh mom he did not she’s still alive and living by the sea, Miss Melissa told me that”

“By the sea well then she can’t be buried in the cellar then can she I do know that they did have a huge fight because I was told you could hear it all the way down into the town then there was a crash and after that the house could be seen on fire.

Do you think its Mr Smith that’s buried in the cellar? We could go look you know” her mother asked her tipping her head to one side and raising one eyebrow.

“No mom I don’t think so, you can but I won’t be I’ll just be very careful and look out of the window again I want to think about how this place was back then, the parties the dresses and the music it must have been a wonderful place”

“Yes it was wonderful honey unless of course you where murdered and buried in the cellar” her mother said giving her a wink.

“Oh mom you are such a joker” the girl laughed as she helped her mother pack up the picnic things
”its just an old half burned down house now but I kinda like it as it is I can imagine what it was like all those years ago and look out of the window and ….

Hey mom I can see our house hey mom, mom where you go MOM “ the girl yelled but her mother had gone.

Gone out through where the magnificent wooden main entrance doors once stood but now where just an archway covered in the leaves of some vine, her mother was walking home it was almost time to start getting dinner ready

She knew the girl would come running up after her shortly, she always did.

Saturday 14 July 2007

The Book

The Book

She very carefully removed the fragile book from inside its glass case, wearing gloves so as not to mark the pages as books now where a rarity now only seen by visitors to the museum and only then under glass in controlled conditions

The book itself wasn’t so special there where other paperbacks in the museum other books written by other authors but this book was special

The author was famous most books by the literary greats had disintegrated over the years very few copies survived, others that had survived didn’t have the special touch that this author had.

She had changed the world through her writing not just one book but many, stories thoughts, poems and questions posed, she changed the world and how people saw the plight of not just her own people but many all over the globe.

She bought the community together in gatherings reading, thinking and discussing her ideas her thoughts.
Even though that was many years ago before the sun started to go out making the bright days of sunshine and warmth a thing of the past her books still survived, survived because of her special contact, survived because of who she was, survived because she touched them.
The museum worker carefully turned the page to the next one so the visitors could read it, delicately placing the book back under the cover she wiped the glass and very lightly wiped the brass plate in front of the case

it read
”Dana Dane – She found her voice and spoke to us all”

Thursday 12 July 2007

Where do I live

Where do I live, a writers union challenge January 12, 2007


Y!360 Writers Union


Where do I live.



I don’t live anywhere interesting like a reservation, with
strange objects pointing too the sky and alien landing craft in the middle of
the town.


I don’t live near a beautiful harbor


But I do live in the middle of a place where bushrangers
once roamed,


where the soil is red, the sky blue,


the sun a bright orange ball at sunset,


the moon a face in the night sky



A place of diversity a place of many cultures


A place of distances and long car trips, a country whose
animals differ in size from the smallest penguin
and the whales are larger than a
house



A country where thongs are worn on feet and stubbies are
kept in eskies


, where meat is minced and


Emu is not on the menu


I live in a place, in the future but not too far away,
where summer is winter and winter summer, where it snows in July


and December is hot


A place of states and territories and meeting
places



Of green and gold at cricket matches


Where we laugh at Kylie Minouge


Where we have secret clones of Sam Neil,


hidden away for the next Matrix
movie



Where do I live?


The middle of Australia, four hours drive away from snow
in winter, six hours away from the nearest beach,


where our cars wear yellow plates



and driving on the left is the thing too do,



unless you like the men in blue.


Some photos are mine, the moon is Gabi's others are from
Google, some are clickable too

As the Wter Rises


As the water rises .... January 28, 2007
360º Writers Union

Challenge 4 “A picture is worth a thousand words”




“You know I saw another dolphin today, I swear this one was carrying a briefcase”

“That’s your imagination Harriet” Edward grumbled as he staggered behind her with the groceries, yet again walking well wading was more of the word, they had abandoned using the car when the tyres started getting caught on coral, dang stuff was everywhere now, you had too be careful where you stepped too the coral was sharp and could go right through your shoes, shoes that squelched mind you, always wet, always the water, it was getting higher too.

The media said the water wasn’t rising but Edward could tell, I mean letter boxes don’t just float away, do they and his had, he had been looking out the kitchen window and saw the letter box just sailing away down the street it had looked like a turtle had it in it’s mouth but no that was his imagination that was, turtles didn’t come this far inland I mean when was the last time you saw a turtle in Kansas like never! Turtles don’t live in Kansas that’s just silly but then polar bears don’t either and Harriet said she had seen one going through the rubbish bins down by the grocery store. Edward had told her it must have been a vagrant some poor guy down on his luck wearing a white garbage bag there was no way it could have been a polar bear

“Come on Edward you slow poke” you don’t want too be missing the Jacques Cousteau special and I want too get home before these fish and chips get cold you know they go soggy if they are in the bag too long

“You know Harriet we just might have too trade in the car for a boat, the Marcy’s have one now”

“What do we want a boat for Edward?” Harriet gave him one of her sideways glances as she arranged the fish and chips on a plate “The water is going down the TV man said so”

No its not, there’s more water every day we have less and less front lawn all the time, how long did it take me too mow it on Saturday what about 10 minutes you know it used too take me at least an hour and I got all sand and pebbles on the blades this time too

You know if this keeps up we may have too just take that cruise and I don’t think we will have too go far for the cruise boat either listen

“Honk, Hooooooook”

That’s the TV Edward I think you watch too much Jacques Cousteau


And so while Harriet and Edward ate and watched TV the water continued too rise, it had been rising it wasn’t their imaginations, the fish where taking over, the arctic animals where migrating because as the ice melted and the sea rose they has no where else too go

Sometime in the near future Harriet and Edward would either be
a.Eaten by a polar bear b.Float away in a balloon with Kevin Costner c.Just plain drown d.Grow gills and turn into fish e.any or all of the above See results

Wednesday 11 July 2007

Crying in the Night

A Sharky Writing Challenge ... January 07, 2007

A Sharkly Writing Challenge



Crying in the
night

She was bending over at the
wooden door the sweat pouring off her, her heart beating rapidly I can't
possibly do this she thought and she was still feverishly hammering thinking of
the horrible noises she had heard down in the dark gloomy basement last night,
when she heard a noise stood up straight and turned around too put the hammer
down on the table and another hand a cool smooth hand touched
hers


She jumped back and dropped
the hammer on her foot


“OW”


“Hey babe” her next door
neighbour virtually yelled in her ear

“Didn’t mean too scare you just bringing in some lettuce and tomatoes from me garden you know mine are the freshest around”

He looked at the door then
the nails sticking out haphazardly this way and that, bent over some even on the
floor, hammer marks on the wood then turned to her standing there with a look on
her face like a scared deer under the headlights standing on one leg holding
trying too hold her foot in one hand.

He hurriedly placed the sack on the counter and grabber her by the shoulder guiding her too a chair, “Here sit hunny I’ll make you a cup of tea”
“Gordon you know I don’t like tea and I don’t like you calling me hunny either and don't yell in my ear” Now she was rubbing her foot in one hand and her ear with the other
But hun’ he stopped himself
Helen you look like someone just died and why in the name of all is holy have made such a mess of that door
“Coffee Gordon” she gasped and I’ll tell you all about it

Early this morning I woke to
the sound of a baby crying

“Ain’t no babies around here Helen”

“I know that Gordon now don’t interrupt”

I woke too the sound of a
baby crying and well I know there aren’t any around here not unless
someone’s got one hidden and you know this neighbourhood I don’t
think that secret would keep long

As I came down the stairs too the kitchen, the crying got louder and more intense, it seemed too be coming from the behind that door she pointed too the basement door

It was very dark and very
cold down there I’ve never been further than the bottom of the stairs down there
in the basement I don’t like it never have

Even though the rest of the house is bright and sunny the basement is cold dark and gloomy and it smells nasty too

I just don’t go down there at all but the crying was coming from down there I just had too go it was so pain filled and the feeling I was getting from it well it was making me cry too I had too go, step by step in the dark each step getting closer too the sound

Suddenly






“Whoa what’s that” Gordon
jumped back spilling his coffee on the table

“Oh that Gordon is the source of the crying, that cat was trapped down in the basement and it was crying its head off, of course it wasn’t going too sit at the door oh no, I had too go right down and grab it too get it out.

Help me hammer these last few
nails into the cat door will you please Gordon otherwise that door will never be
opened again and that cats going too wake me up every night"



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going too be Zombies hehehehe
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Tuesday 10 July 2007

Some People

Some people think I'm mean
I'm not mean just sarcastic
Some people think I don't like them
I like them its just that I don't show it
Some people think I'm aloof
I'm not I'm shy and reserved
Some people think I'm a know it all
Well I'm not no one knows everything -- I use Google
Some people think I don't trust them
I don't .....I'm paranoid from being betrayed to many times
Some people think I'm a better speller
I'm not I use the FireFox spell checker
Some people think I'm sat here all day
I'm not I do sleep sometimes
by
© Missy A

Wednesday 4 July 2007

For My Dad.


My dad

He stands with his hands on his hips

He’s slightly stooped

He coughs from the coal dust of many years ago

Thin and grey now

But I remember a tall middle aged man

Who would sit me on his lap and let me stroke his fine black hair

Already starting to grey a little by the time I was born

That’s my dad

A great grand father

Like his clock

Tall but slightly battered through travels of many countries

But now my dad has Parkinson’s his hands wobble

He has trouble moving

His clock a great, great grandfather of a clock will outlast him

Like it has other generations of our family

Saturday 2 June 2007

Ama and the Dragons

Ama and the Dragons
My apologies to Anne McCaffrey

Ama quickly braided her hair
“Hurry up” her partner yelled from the kitchen “you know they don’t like it if we are late”
“Well you could have helped me” Ama said
“You know I can’t braid, besides I’m trying too bake here and I’m covered in flour still, you want me to turn up with both of us covered in flour”
”Yep, I do that would be funny, we can be flowers” She said as she projected a picture of them both dressed as huge daisies into her partners mind”
Oh, silly you make me laugh and I can’t cook while I’m bent over double either, you silly girl” her partner giggled
Ama walked into the kitchen where her partner was fussing around always did when they had a visit from the dragons
“Stand still will you I can’t do your hair if you are constantly moving”
Ama placed her hand on her partner’s neck slowly caressing it
“Hey quit that will you we don’t have time, you get me started and then we will be late”
“You are such a spoilsport” Ama said giggling as she helped place the now golden, fresh baked biscuits in the carrying basket “I’m only teasing you I know we don’t have time, will later on though won’t we” she whispered placing her hand gently on her partners waist as they walked through their own little garden
Ama had done all the plantings, sweet honeysuckle bloomed everywhere, the smell almost overpowering when you first arrived but after a while it wasn’t noticeable at all, the flowers bloomed the fruit grew under Ama’s hands.
That was her specialty symbiosis with growing things, she could heal as well but not as well as her partner did that in a way was why they where together the dragons found the special people and partnered them up together and they always stayed together for life Ama could grow things and her partner healed, they spent most of their workdays at the hospital, working together side by side their own symbiosis so powerful that they knew exactly where the other one was working on the patient
Seeing into the patient, manipulating muscle even blood flow, surgery and incisions now a thing of some long lost forgotten past just yesterday they healed a broken arm of a small boy who had fallen out of a tree and cured the weakness in his bones that caused them to break, a new born baby with a cleft palate was able to feed properly and would now live a long life and an old man brought in from miles away by his family could now see again his cataracts and poor sight now completely healed.
Of course the hospital gardens bloomed and occasionally Ama would visit a farmer with a problem tending his crops of course if it was acres of fields she would have to bring in outside help especially with locust protection as Ama herself nor her partner could put up a defensive shield with their minds or the garden centre where people would bring in plants broken by an animal or dying from inadequate care those she would help and mend as well.

The partnered teams worked together all over the world, in hospitals, in industry even in transport the powers of their minds instantly transporting things from the mundane to the fragile, their abilities helping with crowd control and disaster recovery
The special people like Ama and her partner where few though and the dragons where always looking, searching for more, different talents matured at different rates some finding that they could move things at a very early age others especially those who heard voices would almost go insane before they where discovered.

Today the dragons where visiting their community this was a big event there was food and music of course and not just the dragons but other talents from all over came to discuss events and gossip of which being talents there wasn’t much after all most could read each others thoughts but that was considered rude to eavesdrop on someones private thoughts even though it had stopped quite a few murders and suicides of non-talents it was considered rude

As they walked into the huge area where the gathering was taking place, the babble of voices hit them hard almost covering their ears they dashed up to the tables where all the food that was brought in was being arranged, different foods from all over the world, curries from India, tiny little delicate scones and lamingtons both brown and pink from Australia even the long thin spare ribs covered in all kinds of spicy marinate from the Americas
”Ama I’ve only done biscuits again do it every time heres everyone else’s wonderful food and I do biscuits” her partner whispered
"Darling we are medics, healers not cooks we bring something which is more than I can say for some" Ama said glancing over at Fredrick and his partner Freda, specialists in cargo and freight they where sitting on one of the benches not far away, stuffing their faces already on other peoples food they where heavy haulers all right both of them only just fit on the bench and it was made for five people
Shhhhh don’t even think that they might hear you her partner winced thinking at her ”Darling don’t do that” Ama said aloud “you know I can only just hear you anyway besides your telepathy isn’t all that good you might strain something in that sexy brain of yours”

Can’t hear what a very loud voice boomed right into her ear
”Owww” Ama winced “you don’t have to shout at me I can hear you fine Fredrick, we where just saying how fine you look today” Ama said aloud, her block in place she knew he wouldn’t be able to read anymore of her thoughts
"Yeah fine, just fine and dandy girl” Fredrick gave her this look, he didn’t like her either, minor talent pfft he was thinking and she didn’t need to read his mind to know that either
"You wait Fredrick you get a neck strain from sitting at that desk looking at monitors all day then I’ll fix you right up ok” Ama cheekily replied giving him a great big over acted wink “remember lift with your knees not your back” she called after him as he lumbered away a big grunting humph came into her mind Ama started giggling again
”You will get us in trouble you will”
”No I won’t, the dragons know exactly what Fredrick is like, he’s just a big grumpy puss sometimes, works too hard he does” she said, loud enough for the people around them to hear

“Ama lets get out of here grab a seat this place is getting crowded the dragons will be here soon anyway we really should sit”
She looked around it sure was getting crowded, the place did look awesome though and their community was lucky to get the gathering most communities had to have at least 4 or more talents working there, have a site large enough to hold everyone even then they had to put in a bid for the privilege like the Olympic games that the non-talents held every four years, this was a big event and almost everyone was here
Seated on the benches all around the arena she could see as they squeezed past rows of people many different hues of blue and yellow and green some wearing the whole rainbow well it looked like that anyway, the major talents who could basically do anything wore a small rainbow badge not just a scarf, headband or ribbon in their hair like Ama and her partner wore, theirs of course was green for medic, a pale sea green.
Fredrick and Freda wore bright red neckties and dark suits the colour of heavy lifters
“They arrive, they come” they are here the whispers started almost as soon as Ama and her partner settled them selves down
The whole arena seemed to spark electricity as a pair of dragons just appeared in the sky above casting a shadow across the finely clipped grass, slowly gliding in to land they spread their arms wide in greeting
Settling in the middle of the arena these two where the first of almost twenty dragons making a circle in the middle of the arena facing outwards, their eyes glittered and whirled as their un-spoken words where heard by everyone with talent.
You are the chosen their thoughts projected outwards towards the crowd you are the new world, we found you all and brought you together through us and through you the world is a better place. We protect you and we love you all of you.
The dragons projected images of love and flowers to all around even those of non-talent started hugging each other
These where the dragons and Ama and her partner who was also her lover where a part of the new talents of the world.

© Missy A. June 2007

Monday 7 May 2007

Long lost love found again


She had lost him once, separated by circumstances their lives had gone in unconnected ways a fading memory of him in the back of her heart still held him close a memory fading like a sepia photograph slipping away into the nothingness she had lost him her first love their lives traveling on different paths many miles apart.
Till one day the man stopping at a distant wayside café happened to pick up an old faded newspaper a newspaper with only a single advertisement showing, a happy smiling face and the man knew as he had been told by his wise grandmother that this happy face would lead him back to his long lost love and so his search began, slinging his drum over his shoulder he set off on the long journey to find his love once again.
Would he find her, would she be traveling alone this he wouldn’t know he would just have to find out


The woman tired sat down her feet sore from walking, all day she had been picking up the discarded cans and assorted rubbish that the tourists just threw out of their car windows, they came for the casino they didn’t care about the land didn’t care about her heritage, they played black jack and poker and bought cheap plastic trinkets from the gift shop, they never saw the beauty of the land but the woman did, she saw the sunsets the tiny wildflowers poking up out of the cracks in the piles of garbage she saw the beauty.
She also saw a shadow fall across her feet and realized that a path had opened up in front of her, a path that would now be shared by not just herself and her memories but with the man in the photograph of her memory, his shadow warming her heart and suddenly springing back to clarity the picture of her long lost love.


And as he placed his drum down beside her and slowly knelt down he said “Will you marry me my long lost love”

Wednesday 2 May 2007

So sick

I’m sick
Sick of the drama
Sick of the needy wanting people
Sick of the fake people
Sick of the cliques
Sick of 360° acting up and not getting any feedback from the 360° team
Sick of the 360° product blog treating everyone like 4 year olds
Sick of seeing the same interesting pages for the last 5 months
Sick of Yahoo deleting 360° pages without warning and without reason
Sick of the lame so called yahoo police who report pages for the fun of it
Sick of my Home page not updating properly
Sick of people’s blog updates not showing up till sometimes days afterwards
Sick of the idiots
Sick of the morons
Sick of people with white page backgrounds who's themes take ages to load
Sick of Yahoo and the problems that it has
I’m sick of the whole thing
Shut down the ride I want to get off
I want to go home.
If you want me I’ll be elsewhere till Yahoo gets its act together.
So I’ll see you again on Yahoo in oh about 100 years!

Thursday 26 April 2007

The blog post where the story is in the comments

You might have realized by now that I'm not a very good short story writer, its the ideas that escape me and for some reason I can never come up with a good ending

So this blog is for YOU
Write some more on this short story and the next person who comments after you writes some more it will be like one one my stories it won't have an ending ever!

Once a young girl was riding her horse along the deserted beach,
galloping freely along her ride was very enjoyabe today the sun was shining the birds where not dropping messages on her head, she hated that, today though was a good day
when suddenly.................

Sunday 8 April 2007

The Dark Mistress Speaks

Sometimes we just die on the inside
Everyday a little more
Drowning in the depths of sorrow
Forlorn and gone
All light missing
The things we once loved gone
Darkness overtakes
we call
but no one answers
our hearts breaking
twisted and broken
thrown on the pile
growing higher and higher
Nothing can mend a broken heart
Blood spews forth
Covering the ground
darkness overtakes
we die a little more

-The Dark Mistress

Saturday 24 March 2007

The Eagles Shadow


Half asleep she picked up her bag of beads and started forming the outline for her latest project, her eyes sore and fingers so tired that they could hardly hold the tiny beads but this would be a special project one that would keep him in her spell forever.
Faster she beaded, fingers nimbly flying her mind in another world thinking always thinking not looking at what she was doing her eyes half shut, the darkness of sleep closed in yet her fingers still flew across her work. In her dream she saw lightning flash heard the voices of many people murmuring about her strengths, she saw an eagle flying across the moonlight sky the faces of her people upturned to watch ”She’s here” they shouted “the maiden has returned to us with her help her strength we can do anything”
A shadowy figure passed in front of the crowd of people, the girl her fingers still beading moaned in her sleep “No” she moaned “not him again”He had appeared in her dreams before always sucking the strength from her before the dream played out but this time it would be different.
The eagle swooped down and landed the people crowded around it “she is ours, we are she” they chanted “she is ours we are she, she is our protector, we are hers, the shadow of the eagle will not take her this time”
He started to close in on the eagle, her bead work almost finished now and her hands slowing as he approached “I will have her strength” he shouted
It was not to be for the girl awoke suddenly a small child tugging at her sleeve “Mum, wake up, the hamburger is burning” they yelled in her ear.”
I was awake and you don’t have to yell” the girl said back as she looked down at her now finished project of the eagle with the dark shadowy almost invisible figure so hidden in the shadow of the eagle that you could hardly see it in it’s talons. ”
Maybe at one time you had hold of me but now buddy I have you” she triumphantly uttered as she placed the finished pattern of beads back down on the chair she had been napping on and walked off too finish cooking dinner

Friday 9 March 2007

Wary and Anger

It doesn’t happen

I am not impulsive
The thought must be thought of a lot
Thrown around and moved
And sorted
Shaken up
My thoughts clear
The how’s and why’s gone over
Sometimes thinking so much
That
It just never happens at all


Anger

It comes in waves
Dark and red
The anger flowing out
Hitting the tidal wall of my mind
The lapping at the shore is the only thing you see
The anger is hidden, tucked away
For I am frightened of my own anger
The part of me you do not see
As it scares me to think of what I might do or say
You will not hear the raised voice
You will not see anything smashed
You just will not see me at all

Tuesday 6 February 2007

The eyes


The eyes


Those big brown eyes had him again, caught between those liquid pools of her eyes and the flow of words he was trapped yet again, good thing he was sitting down or he would have fainted she had really taken his breath away this time, I’m yours he murmured a faintly heard whisper against the noise of the computers fan “I’m yours”
He couldn’t help but love this woman, glancing between her picture and her written words he was trapped didn’t know which way too look, he had never held her in his arms never kissed or caressed her, he had heard her sweet voice though tinny through the telephone somehow different again than when he had heard her though his computer speakers it was still the same brown eyed woman he knew.
The man leaned back in his computer chair and reached for the bracelet, it was hers well his now she had made it, the bracelet picked up the light from his screen and shone it back on his face, a multitude of tiny coloured dots reflected off the tiny beads each one fashioned too look like a diamond a handcrafted bracelet made by a brown eyed woman his brown eyed woman

She had him she knew she did, caught another one
“Yes” she muttered as she bent over her beads waving a feather, not just any feather a special feather a spell binding feather that would cause any man or woman who held the tiny beads fashioned into many different things do anything she wished, loose a bet, fall in love even stand in line for her
With her magic spell binding words and her tiny beads her power grew, no one could break her spell she had strengths and she knew it
“Now too get him to do something, this will be fun” she laughed, not a cackling laugh of a witch but a soft babbling laugh she wasn’t a witch just a woman a woman with the same powers as any other woman a woman from the Back of Beyond that is, all the women on the planet BoB could do these things, the earthlings never even realized that they where chatting too someone offworld that concept never even crossed their minds they thought they where alone in the galaxy and the internet was only www not as she knew gww
What can I make this man do she thought maybe dress like a woman or act like a clown, yes that’s it act like a clown, he will look funny with a red shiny nose and big shoes
So she set about with her spell, first offering him a bet that he couldn’t refuse, the wager if he lost he would dress like a clown, if she lost she would come and bee in his arms forever knowing he would loose of course the men always lost too her, it was so much fun getting them too do anything she wished

The man dressed as a clown, his heart broken forever trailed sadly through the city and the country streets searching for his lost love, she had never told him exactly where she lived and when her online icon didn’t light up anymore he set out searching for her
His big shoes now worn, his ruffles dirty and makeup smudged the man pursued and hunted for his brown-eyed woman but never found her
Clutching the one thing that reminded him of his brown-eyed woman, the bracelet made of tiny beads the man wandered aimlessly searching, hunting, seeking her for the rest of his short life

Sunday 4 February 2007

Why??

Pissed off is not the word plain old angry is more like it, saddened and sick at the same time and you know why this
That’s why I was like wtf dammit
So angry can’t hardly type tears are stinging my eyes
A beautiful person one of the ones who shine right out at you, you just can’t help but love them so much and some horrible nasty cruel person has upset them so much that they do that

It just makes my skin crawl inside I could punch the person in the mouth who’s done this .. right on the mouth I don’t care
It really is so unfair
You bitch person thingy horror story of a nasty disgusting person how dare you do this too her and too me what you think you only upset her well you didn’t you upset a whole lot of people including me HOW DARE YOU DO THAT!
I happen too love that woman thank you very much love her for her wit her charm and her strengths all of them, the way she writes the way she is!

If I was standing in front of you now I would be poking you in the chest with my finger HARD poke, poke and flipping poke and asking you why the hell did you do this WHY??

Wednesday 31 January 2007

Touched


Her finger tips slid down the soft skin of her lovers back, tenderly caressing the skin, moving slowly down lightly touching the fine hairs sending shivers up her spine, both hands moving slowly touching stroking down across the shoulder blades down too the middle of the back, out slowly too the waist and the very ticklish spot just above the hips, delicately touching so as not too wake her lover up, down further down too the soft smooth tender rump, following the creases on the tops of the legs just lightly skimming over the soft downy hair and gently so gently with a light lovers touch slowly back up again too the base of the neck gently moving the hair out of the way to trace round her lovers ear with a fingertip
Oh how she loved too do that, her lover sleeping stirring only slightly, never knowing how tenderly she touched them how wonderful it felt the soft smooth skin softer than any chamois, warm and silky at the same time


And as she drifted off too sleep herself she dreamed of her lover’s hands gently caressing her skin too


Those are my hands

Sunday 28 January 2007

Done

Done

You know sometime I sit here bored out of my brain, not like I haven’t got anything too do because I have could be sleeping for one, could be writing some brilliant intelligent sounding piece of writing that will get me published and make a lot of money, yeah sure right
See tonight I was going too turn on the other computer in the dining room and just type away on that but the poor thing needs work doing on it, so end up trying too install System Mechanic on it instead that was at half eight it’s now midnight and it’s doing it’s thing I’m on this computer with the chatter box gabbing away beside me
He has this thing, as soon as he sees my hands hit the keyboard of he goes “look at this, what you think of this, I need, I want” if I sit and play solitaire he’s quiet
I can’t concentrate don’t get any quiet time, just end up bored and incredibly frustrated
This is going on Blogger where no one will see it; I don’t care any more anyway
360º is boring me I wish someone would take over BA even if it was for a few hours, I must spend at least 2 hours on there everyday and it took me two days too get the web site up and that’s not including the iframe, testimonials, requests for memberships all take time and you know I’ve got a hard time doing those, good thing the testimonials are all the same or I’d never get them written
The only time I get too compose entries at all is when he’s sleeping, surprising actually he’s letting me do this, he’s in a chat room at the moment otherwise occupied

I’m going too bed good night…….. don’t even know why I bothered with that this is Blogger no one reads this

Sunday 7 January 2007

poetry

War
War , Peace are these just words ?
or do they mean something, any thing?
to the government officials?
A bomb here, troops deployed there
innocent children dying and upset
the media going crazy showing any thing they can
is it all for nothing , something , anything?
One crazy despot overpowering another
just to be leader of the world?
We sit here and watch and listen
waiting for something, any thing
just waiting for this craziness all to stop.


The Weaver
The Web Weaver of the net
Betrays its network
Entwines its contacts
Deceives its friends
The Web Weaver entangles them in its net
Misleads them, carries them away
Eats them from the inside out
Sucks them dry and leaves the husk
The Web Weaver punishes all concerned
With its web of lies and deceit
Stay away from a Web Weaver
For you too may be the object of its desire for the ultimate entanglement

Weeds
Pulling tugging
Dirt flying
Clods of earth fly over my shoulder
Working furiously
My hands fly
Up to my armpits in earth and worms
I try to pluck those weeds from the soil as fast as they appear
Sometimes I miss one and it tries to start growing wrathfully, purposefully trying
To over run the rest of the garden
Forum moderating don’t you love it

Comet comments

Swirling, twirling, spinning
Around and around
Up and down
You made me smile today
A light in the darkness
A friend of high calibre
A comment in the night sky
Pulled me up out of the gloom
Held my hand
Caressed my heart
And gently sewed me back together
Where a monster had torn my heart and trust apart

Pruning

I pruned, I cut I chopped till my hands bled
The tears ran down my face
The realization that this horrible monster
Of a sucking vine
Was getting to the inter recesses of my mind
Entering sucking
Taking my mind, my breath, my friends
The cuts had to be made
The secateurs furiously chopped
Feverishly they ran hot
Where ever I cut another vine was there pushing its way in
Finally after the very last cut my pruning settled down
There wasn’t much left but I did it
When I grabbed the last remnants
Of that invasive creeper and sliced it down
© Missy Angel 2006

poetry

Sarah
Sarah sweet Sarah
A girl who dreams of cowboy boots and white horses
Of flying over many lands
She dreams of many faces.
A shiny guise covers the real Sarah
The real Sarah is hidden to most,
So exotic yet casual
Relaxed and calm, yet sometimes stressed about the world around her
Sarah reaches out, yet pulls back, her rejection fear takes over.
A beautiful soul who craves for control
Control of the world, its existence, its wars and its games
With a maturity beyond her years, a Sarah moment
Can have you gasping for air
- © Missy A

Teddy bear
He’s noisy he’s gruff
He might growl a bit
He’s actually all bluff
Respect the teddy bear
And he will give you respect in return
Cuddly and warm and covered in fur
The teddy bear is the sweetest guy
And I love him
( guess who he is, you know him)

Potatoes
Potatoes
Plastic
Bag
Of
Potatoes
Eyes
Round
Going green
Anyone want chips?

Gone?
I sit and stare at a blank page
I don’t know what to write
The pc hums
To its self
You’ve got to this stage

Type
But what I do I write
There are no words
Swirling in my head
Flowing forming on the page
My spelling is bad
My syntax wrong
I've got an itchy leg
Oh well I say, back to it
Perhaps I'll eat some bread
Missy A -2004

Poetry

Stare
At the blank page
Sit back
Brush my hand though my hair
Sip the coffee
Lean back on the chair
Stare again
Still blank
The mind is blank
The world is blank too
A canvas, clean and untouched
Waiting to be written on
Still waiting after almost 40 years
I cry for those lost years
The years of blankness
Has there been anything written to those pages
Not much
Do I connect with many?
No not really
Am I noticeable?
Do I want to be?
No not really
I fade into the white
White on white
I mourn for the lost colour
Yet the colour was up to me to draw
And it’s not there
I wipe the tears, clear tears like my life
Away from my face
And ponder
Will any thing at all get drawn from the last 40 years
Or will I just fade away
Back onto the wallpaper
Always there
Just something you never notice

© Missy Angel 2006

Darkness
Darkness Envelops me covers me
My eyes are closing
So tired
Eyes heavy
The world is fading out
Blackness comes cannot move
I float, swim embrace the darkness that I call sleep
Missy Angel 20th Aug 2005


Grief poem

Grief can be
An all consuming flow of emotions
a wave that passes over you
it ebbs and flows
cascades and foams
even sweeps you away and floats you to
somewhere deeper than you have ever gone
gradually carrying you back
to the shore
to lap at your feet occasionaly
just to say
"you will never forget"

You ought to know

You ought to know

The words filtered though the rest of the voices, clamoring for attention the cacophony of voices in her head almost driving them out “You ought to know” the voice had said quite clearly this time, she wished she knew how to shut those voices off, the thoughts of others filtering though into her own brain many, many voices a babbling nonsense most of the time but sometimes one was clearer than the rest, like the radio tuning in itself
“You ought to know” it said again, “I ought to know what” she thought
“You ought to know what you are able to do”
She looked around her at the empty street, it had been raining a little, the sweet smell of wet tar and concrete was comforting to her, some long forgotten smell that reminded her of a home that she could hardly remember she had heard the voices over and over since turning 16 this time one had replied to her, wait replied….maybe if I think again the voice will reply again
“Yes, I hear you”
“I hadn’t even thought of anything yet you answer”
“I hear your thoughts little one, you ought to know that”
“You mean you hear me, like I hear you”
“I’m going mad” she said out loud to the street lamp, slightly silly talking to a street lamp but then so was talking to a dismembered voice in your own head
“No little one you aren’t mad” The same voice this time, not in her head but from the alley, Oh great she thought some drunken guy reading my mind.
“No little one, I am not drunk nor on drugs” the tall wispy looking man uttered as he emerged from the shadows of the alley and into the pool of light from the street lamp. I or we to be precise, we have been searching for you for a long time for 16 long years we have searched for you now we have found you little one and I have come to take you home
“You out to know” the voice louder clearer now, the static gone “You ought to know, you are one of us and this is what we do”
She stood under that street lamp light and watched as the man lifted his head to the sky and she heard, quite clearly this time, three words “I found her”

In different directions

In different directions

The day started off normal for Rod his normal cup of tea and toast with a small amount of jam on it, normal enough for a Wednesday he always had jam on a Wednesday. The day was normal enough same as every other day in fact, until Rod went to go out of the house and go to work wasn’t very far and a sunny day. Nice enough to walk, which was good because Rod didn’t like the rain. What was strange about this day was the stillness no dogs barking no children playing not even Jolene who lived next door walking down to the mail box “this is strange” Rod thought to himself I wonder where everyone is they can’t all be sick, was a few off sick at work yesterday but the whole neighborhood, too quiet this is.
He kept walking, and almost slipped, funny hasn’t been raining looked like oil that did too was dark and slick, someone must have been working on a car on the foot path again, Tom is always doing silly things like that Rod muttered
As he turned the corner Rod put his hand on the big red letter box the one with AP written on it in large white letters, he always did that when he walked to work, hand on the lump on the top and swing around, using it like a fulcrum to get around the corner. This time though his hand came away red, “must have re-painted it and not put the wet paint sign on” he thought to himself looking down at his hand now totally red.
At work after washing his hands Rod settled in behind the counter and read the fax that was sat in the machine from the boss saying “not well, you take charge of the shop today Rod”.
He had already checked the register and the stock and opened up, hung the open sign out but today looked like it was going to be quiet very quiet
As it was so quiet he got the window cleaner out and wiped the shop window down some vandal had smeared red stuff on it, kind of looked like hand prints, maybe they touched the mail box too, no couldn’t be that, the ordinary window cleaner wouldn’t take paint off not dry like this was, strange, “well it’s clean now any way” he muttered
Back inside the shop Rod decided that as there wasn’t any customers, none at all by 10.30 bit strange that there’s always a few kids come in about this time from the school to get packets of bubble gum and cans of soft drink that they aren’t supposed to have at school, Rod normally sells them the bubble gum any way, not his problem. Today though there’s not one single person around no one at all, not even any cars driving past
He shook it off there’s probably a detour, council is always digging up the road somewhere and painting letter boxes for that matter and not telling anyone.
I’ll just sit here and read the paper till about 1 then if no one is around I’ll shut shop the boss is sick anyway and a few hours without trade never hurt
The paper was the day befores “paper boy been slack again” he grumbled.
The headline read “Sickness Spreads” good thing I’ve had my flu shot then Rod thought
Just as he was about to read the rest of the front page article a shadow crossed the shop window , Rod looked up to see a man in a suit the man was walking strangely, limping almost staggering, his arms flailing in different directions , “oh this is great” Rod thought the first person I see all day and he’s drunk
Rod called out loudly, “go home you drunk!”


Rod shouldn’t have done that


The man saw Rod sitting inside the shop behind the counter, the smell of fresh meat made him start to slobber, and he would have smiled if he didn’t have half of his face missing, the drool mixed in with the blood covering the rest of his face, a groan escaped the Zombies mouth, that was the last sound Rod ever heard

Road of what ifs

Road of what ifs
What if I had said no what if I hadn’t been made to do what I did, you can say no body can make you do anything but when you are scared and not given any other choice you will do anything
What if I hadn’t, what if I had said no that strong decisive no that says you mean it
I have traveled down that road of what ifs many times, always going over that time, always going back to a two letter word NO
I never said yes I didn’t say that two letter word either, my world was chaos I was lost the signs all turned around and pointing in the wrong directions those that I saw where faded and hard to decipher I was pulled and tugged onto a road that I did not want to travel on, a pull of many that I could not break free of all because of one single two letter word
The road of what ifs would have been rocky I know it, I have traveled it in my mind many times the destination different to the one I am at now
My road of what ifs is my own personal road, a secret mist shrouded road only known to me

Without a map

Without a map

The moonlight, the softness of the night, the absolute stillness broken only by the sound of the car engine. The headlights only a illuminating a small speck in the darkness of the night, where she was she had no idea .The tress lining the sides of the straight road looked almost as if someone some where had laundered them and used too much bleach they seemed to twist and turn into grotesque shapes as she drove slowly past but her mind was elsewhere thinking yearning for a reason to do the thing she was doing. Now lost in the darkness with no other place to go all she could do was drive, the car running low on fuel and no real idea where she was. The landscape bathed by the moonlight leached grey like her heart the whys the wherefores of she had no idea she hadn’t really contemplated that. Her thoughts changed to all the heartbreak she had caused, people had said that she had to conscience no soul, no real heart dwelt beneath her pounding chest only a cold steel chunk, was the night out to get her, to finally seek it’s vengeance on her troubled soul.
Slowly gently the night closed in on her, her eyes blinked and very gently she slipped of to the forever sleep the total black sleep of forever, forever lost, forever searching, forever away from the outskirts and the borders of reality

That’s the first thing that came into my warped mind when Rods writing challenge came up, but I don’t really like it it’s too dark, so hopefully this is a better ending

“oh” she yelped as the car came to a slow standstill up against the white marker post , “I really must be more careful driving at night”, she got out of the car and went to check, just a small scratch on the paint work no more, she had almost fallen asleep and was more or less dreaming she wasn’t really lost at all, no one needed maps around here, there was only one road leading from one side of the island to the other, sometimes in the uninhabited part in the middle it got a little gloomy but you couldn’t possibly need a map
She checked the back of the car, yes that magnificent spice rack she had just bought still filled the whole back seat, every imaginable herb, condiment and spice from all countries was included in the price, it had taken her most of the day to bargain that down to a reasonable cost but she did it, it was still a weeks profit from the restaurant but she didn’t care it was worth it. Its size alone would make it a draw card. With the window wound down she slammed through the gears crunching second slightly “I must get that seen too” she muttered and with the stereo now blaring some vigorous rock tune that suddenly got clearer as she neared the crest of a hill, she could see the towns outskirts and knew exactly what she was doing and where she was, she was home and home safe


Now this ending is just silly really, talk about sing the happy, happy dance

Just outside the borders of the town, a place that you can only find if you are lost, a place that doesn’t appear on any maps. There is a happy place, a place where the elves sing and dance and the fairy’s sing, their little wings as they fly around your head tickle your nose and make you sneeze a happy sneeze, The chairs are made of sugar and the tea cups are buttercups, everyone is so happy and dance around the pretty red capped mushrooms all day long

De tour ahead

“Beep, Beep” the road runner pronounces as he speeds past the pack of cyclists, their poor legs pumping away at such a rate as to be just a blur, onwards and forwards they push themselves the detour sign pointed left, and it was slightly strange that they had now entered a totally 2 dimensional landscape of only brightly coloured buttes and mesas with only the occasional Acme company advertising sign in the last few miles, the leader was looking ahead the rest of the pack followed his lead, head to the butt of the rider in front they hadn’t noticed that the reality of the race had changed somewhat even though the crowd cheers had turned into a distorted crackly sounding laugh track ,they didn’t look up.
Pity really they should have because the trap was laid, the anvil the 200 pound Acme company anvil balanced precariously on a ledge above
The beep, beep had been the coyotes cue; he had lit the fuse to blow up the rocket, it was too late a whoosh and wizzzing sound and the Beep, Beep of the roadrunner
was the last thing they heard
That will teach them to follow blindly like sheep you never know where you may end up

Max

Max


Max is supposed to live next door, Max doesn’t like being next door ,he would rather be here in our yard, Max gets in trouble for being in here he’s knows he’s not supposed to be in our yard but its so much more fun to play in our yard that he just makes every effort in the world to get over here, he’s far too small to get over the fence and he cant reach the door bell, so he wiggles his way under the fence between our yards, then he’s up to mischief in our back yard running around making a noise just playing, he’s about 7 ,just a kid and he just wants to play, problem is he gets in and he can’t get back and it’s so difficult to get him to go back .

I go outside and he runs up and says hello and I look at him and say “you in here again? How did you get in here this time” He won’t show me where he got in. I have to search for the hole under the fence where he wiggles under and try and get him to go back then block the hole up, this time it tiny, “Max I say you couldn’t possibly of gotten though there” this hole I find is tiny and there’s a metal grid work on the other side where next door has tried to stop him getting over here so I leave him in the back yard as I cant just pick him up and drop him over the fence it’s a bit high if he lands wrong he might get hurt, he’s ok in our backyard for the moment he can’t get out of here no reason too ,it’s fun in our yard besides he’s only a dog and actually 7 in dog years

The bleeping phone

Bleep! What the! What was that? Where? No not the computer, don’t think so any way, what ever made that noise? Made me jump, it was very quiet in here oh well it probably won’t do it again I’ll just go back to what I was doing “clatter, clatter”, drink my coffee get this typed out
Bleep! Again? Ok what is that bleep and where did it come from? Put me right off that did, ok bleeping thing wherever are you? I’m going to find you and shut you up!
Bleep! Hey you bleeping thing shut up and don’t sound so cheeky when you bleep come on, come out, come out, where ever you are
Bleep! Bleep, Bleep! Hey what the? 3 bleeps in a row? Ok maybe you finally shut up did you? Run out of noise did you? That’s good because that really was annoying me
Now what was I supposed to be doing before I was annoyed by that bleeping thing oh a phone call……..Oh Dang it the blooming thing is flat

Dragon girl

It had been very quiet around the place lately and the young girl was startled when she heard the first few notes waft over the cobbles
She had been out collecting herbs even though she hadn’t gotten many; she had collected little white stones as well and had them in the fold of dress
She crunched her self as tight to the wall as possible she wasn’t really supposed to be still out and was supposed to be back in the kitchen by now helping the tuber preparation
The first few notes of the gitar rang out strong and sweet and she hummed softly to her self the notes of the ballad, oh a wrong note, she thought to her self he will have to practice that one a little longer.

My apologies too Anne McCaffrey

Crying in the night

Crying in the night

She was bending over at the wooden door the sweat pouring off her, her heart beating rapidly I cant possibly do this she thought and she was still feverishly hammering thinking of the horrible noises she had heard down in the dark gloomy basement last night, When she heard a noise stood up straight and turned around too put the hammer down on the table when another hand a cool smooth hand touched hers
She jumped back and dropped the hammer on her foot
“OW”
“Hey babe” her next door neighbor called out
“Didn’t mean too scare you just bringing in some lettuce and tomatoes from me garden you know mine are the freshest around”
He looked at the door then the nails sticking out haphazardly this way and that, bent over some even on the floor, hammer marks on the wood then turned to her standing there with a look on her face like a scared deer under the headlights standing on one leg holding trying too hold her foot in one hand
He hurriedly placed the sack on the counter and grabber her by the shoulder guiding her too a chair,
“Here sit hunny I’ll make you a cup of tea”
“Gordon you know I don’t like tea and I don’t like you calling me hunny either”
But hun’ he stopped himself Helen you look like someone just died and why in the name of all is holy have made such a mess of that door
“Coffee Gordon” she gasped and I’ll tell you all about it

Early this morning I woke to the sound of a baby crying
“Ain’t no babies around here Helen”
“I know that Gordon now don’t interrupt”
I woke too the sound of a baby crying and well I know there aren’t any around here not unless someone’s got one hidden and you know this neighborhood I don’t think that secret would keep long
As I came down the stairs too the kitchen, the crying got louder and more intense it seemed too be coming from the behind that door she pointed too the basement door
It was very dark and very cold down there I’ve never been further than the bottom of the stairs down there in the basement I don’t like it never have
Even though the rest of the house is bright and sunny the basement is cold dark and gloomy and it smells nasty too
I just don’t go down there at all but the crying was coming from down there I just had too go it was so pain filled and the feeling I was getting from it well it was making me cry too I had too go, step by step in the dark each step getting closer too the sound
Suddenly







“Whoa what’s that” Gordon jumped back spilling his coffee on the table
“Oh that Gordon is the source of the crying that cat was trapped down in the basement and it was crying its head off, of course it wasn’t going too sit at the door oh no, I had too go right down and grab it too get it out.
Help me hammer these last few nails into the cat door will you please Gordon otherwise that door will never be opened again and that cats going too wake me up every night