Jimmy and the Lady

Hey human what you got for me today Jimmy said in his best cat manners, sometime the older human woman didn’t really understand meezer after all she was very old and Jimmy didn’t care if they just sat for a while her lap was warm and his motoring pur seemed ro make her happy, the older woman didn’t have her own companion animal and Jimmy could share himself with his own people and the dumb short legged dogs, he was a proud Siamese with blue piercing eyes and didn’t miss much if the older human wanted to give him a few “meets” and have a sit he didn’t mind an meezer can do what he likes really humans are easily trained to understand meezer speak which is just as well as this day the older human woman wasn’t upright on two legs or sitting upon a chair like the humans liked to do, she was outside of her house lying down, this was wrong not on a morning when the grass was white with frost the human woman should have been in the warm place inside the house bt she wasn’t.

Jimmy walked up to her and pushed at her with his paw
“Hey human what you doing out here” his voice more like a cry as most meezers are.
The human made a small noise
“mmmmm cat help me” she whispered
Jimmy thought for a moment the bell on his collar tinkled a little as he placed one paw again on the human, it was then he realized he was far too small to help the human up, humans got up by themselves normally and this one wasn’t he must help her.
Suddenly he sprang over the older humans body and flew across the white grass his paws hardly making a mark he was so fast, up over the fence post and across the gravel of the driveway, sprinting through the cat flap, jumping over the short slow dog and straight into the lap of his own human yelling at the tops of his meezer voice “come, come nowwww”

Jimmy’s own human of course was well versed in meezer speak and knew exactly what Jimmy wanted specially when Jimmy went to the door “meeee ouuut nowwww”
Jimmy ran out in front of his human are you following he thought was he turned back and gave his human a push
“nowww”
Jimmy perched himself on top of the fence post still yelling, his human came closer and at last saw the older human woman lying outside of her house
“Shoot I’ll have to go around” his human said
“Pfft” thought Jimmy if you could only jump and run like I can

This is a true story Jimmy did find the lady next door lying outside of her house, she’d had an attack of some kind and collapsed outside, she had been lying there at least three hours it wasn’t until Jimmy alerted my Dad that she was found

Jimmy was a Tabby Point Siamese he lived for 15 years, with two very caring humans and a total of four Corgis over his lifetime

The Pool

“What is that?”
“It’s a pool”
“Yes I can see that” she said peering over it looking at her reflection in the still slightly blue water, suddenly as she peered into it more another face appeared
“BOO” he exclaimed as he placed his hand on her shoulder

“Very funny ha ha almost fell in then” she exclaimed

She looked back into the depths of the pool, the water was so clear you could see the bottom were fish and tiny turtles gave the impression of swimming around in circles, so close but still so far.
How could this be she thought the water looked deep and mysterious, where they really there, she could only hope as she tentatively gazed into its depths

Maybe if I reach out and try to touch them
“You think they will swim away?” She said
“Will what swim away?”
‘There look in the pool” she said pointing her finger at the water

He laughed and almost fell in himself
“No I don’t think they will swim away, quite disciplined those are I’ve trained them very well” he said laughing
“They won’t swim away look” he said as he put one hand on the side of the pool, the water rippled slightly making the fish dart around even more, he very slowly placed his hand into the water and reached out and touched a fish

“OH! You touched one, let me let me” the girl was almost jumping up and down with excitement
“Ok but slowly or you might hurt something”
The girl gradually lowered her hand down into the water, and reached out to touch the fish.

Good thing she did it slowly too as her hand hit the bottom of the pool very quickly
for you see wading pools are not very deep at all.

130+

The toll might over 130 now but that is just people
I was talking to my Aunt on the phone today had to ring her she lives in the Melbourne outskirts
My aunty shows Newfoundlands (huge hairy black or black and white dogs) and one of the breeders didn't turn up for a show yesterday the breeder lives in Kinglake
This woman has not only lost her home but her dogs and kennels as well

Then there are the native animals the ones that can't get away so fast the koalas and lizards
(no one ever worries about the snakes)
It's not grazing land out there so not so many sheep and cattle but there will be horses and other smaller domestic pets
See it's not just the human lives that are being lost but animals , during Ash Wednesday a lot of sheep where trapped up against fences and unable to get away they were overrun by fire
I wasn't worried about my things when we evacuated only photo albums and my dog, my mothers corgi and our cat all three were secured and in the car before we were
Think I was even more worried about the cat that belonged to the landlord (they moved the cat wouldn't) it was loose wouldn't come near the house because of the dogs it did survive though same as our house because of the apple orchard sprinkler system
Think the worst thing was driving through the actual fire getting away not only the fire but the animals we saw running away as well mainly natives and rabbits
Ash Wednesday was bad but this ..this is worse I lived through Ash Wednesday and today with the smoke haze hanging around I was reminded of it same time of year only over 20 years ago now
The death toll from this one will rise the animals the ones in hospital with burns I know my best friend from High School her father was the last person to die from Ash Wednesday it took months for him to die from his burns it will be the same this time

The smell of smoke is the worst
It reminds me of fear
the fear of being over run of the uncontrollable
of death and devastation
of total black
a midday sun turned red
a totally different world of fear and angst
I hope to never have to live through that ever again


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Cast Away

A wave landed on the shore
A million displaced people
ragged and torn
crawling up the beach
the ship, the craft that carried them slowly trying to sink on the horizon
They sat as they were reborn welcoming those who came later
their open arms hugging and wrapping around more and more waves of the displaced
and still they watched their craft try to sink, never quite going under yet not righting itself either
As time passed they forgot about their ship it became fuzzy in their minds a forgotten relic of the past, hardly any new displaced came now they were not reminded of the past any more.

Yet one day suddenly another wave broke on the shore, a great crash of chattering people
They spoke of a far away land
How they had been thrown out by force, loaded up and corralled
The ships carrying them like cargo
Dumping them off shore then turning around for more
Crying and chattering the waves of people kept coming in more and more and more
This time was different though word had gotten through filtered on the wind that they were coming
This time a million were waiting with open arms with stories of how they too lost their homes
Waiting ready to teach the new survivors how to adapt to this new land
Some just sat and cried, they had arms to comfort them
Others wailed and made so much noise they had to be locked away with bottles of rum
Most just sat bewildered for a while not able to get through thier tortured minds that they were welcome in this new land

A million or more new survivors cast up on the shore
They settled, they made new homes and they Multiplied though just like the ones that came before

not a memory I wanted

falling endlessly
darkness awaits
the stars twinkle and glitter above
darkness surrounds me
no sound
no birds no crickets chirp
only the sound of my own breathing
shallow but even
hard to tell now how far I've fallen
how far into the deep dark pit of sadness I've gone

I close my eyes I see his sleeping face
waxen and caked with morticians makeup
thin so thin
his hands together on his chest still spotted with age
I can't do this I can't see him like this yet I still see him like this
not a memory I want

get on with it!

I'm telling you don't do it, no kidding don't ..oh you did didn't you , couldn't help it could you , you just had to go ahead and do it
Look at the mess you've made now , its all over the place and you are sat in it as well, why do they allways sit in it?

I'm not cleaning this mess up you realise, no not doing it you are going to have to clean this one up all by yourself , last time you did this it took 2 weeks of scrubbing to get this place cleaned up.

Now you have gone and done it again , I'm not happy you know
I want this place cleaned up by tommorrow at the latest , you hear me
What was that ? Did I hear sorry? Don't think I did you know , you do know how to say the word don't you its not that difficult.

Look I've had enough of you, this had better be cleaned up next time I look or you won't play in here agian
What you don't realise, this isn't just your area you have messed up , its not mine either it belongs to everyone and I want to see you down on your hands and knees scrubbing this place clean , not for me for everyone else
You haven't just let me down but everyone else as well , we aren't happy not one bit

Now get on with it!

I'm posting this here as well so it will cross post too blogger/multiply

I'm wearing a bucket

just a bucket
nothing else
its got flowers on it
you can put fish in it
or a sponge for cleaning things


Its 5am here
I need to sleep but can't
I lie in bed thinking
brain going million miles an hour
what can I do next
how can I do that
I sleep for a while then the phone rings
or the snoring wakes me
Shouldn't even be on here now
should be sleeping but I can't
too much to do
too much too think about
Old magazines
New desks
Tattoo's
Elephants and Spawn
Not looking at spoilers of Lost
Want to know who wins American Idol instead
Want to know why that judge on that show doesn't take a happy pill

Think I'll be seeing another sunrise soon
Which is good in a way
means I'm still alive

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”

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.

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”

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

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"

What did you think it was
going too be Zombies hehehehe
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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

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

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

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”

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!

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.................

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