Choices. Parables on the Journey.

A fork in the road. An old man trudging along. Unable to decide, he turns back.

Two doors. Which one do you enter.

Purgatory is no place to dwell, yet many do.

A traveler arrives at an intersection. There is a sign. It says stop. Taking it literally, his journey ends forever.

Your favourite dish is removed from the menu. Starvation now seems a real possibility.

Is the end really the end, or the beginning of a new journey. You choose.

It doesn’t matter what you do. Just make a [insert expletive] decision!

Do something.

Stop sitting on the fence.

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100 words, written for Friday Fictioneers, week of May 23.

For Friday Fictioneers.

Perspective - A Journey into the Nonsensical

"Are you really sure that a floor can’t also be a ceiling?”
― M.C. Escher

Depends on perspective

Look from afar at the world and you’ll see

That up can be down and down can be up

Perspective also means

Down is from ducks

But don’t duck and weave.

Duck and cover, and don’t be left

For left is right if you don’t duck and cover

And right is good

And so is greed (some say)

Who is that some

Some say someday

Where day becomes night

And knights defend damsels

Do days defend damsels too

Damsels in distress

Or damsels in white, and damsels in black

But not damsels in black and white

For black and white is monochrome

Which is only part of the spectrum

Like good and evil

Evil is everywhere

Also God is everywhere

God and evil are everywhere

But is God evil

Or just omnipresent

Like the stars

The sun is a star

Your son is your heir

He may be your star

But air, like wind and fire and earth

Are elements

As hydrogen and helium are elements

Of the periodic table

The dining table, the times table

The timetable

Bus timetable, train timetable

Train journey

To the tablelands,

Or to lands unknown

Take the train

Train hard and often

To be fit, but not befit

Or fit for a king

King size, king pin

Hair pin, lynch pin, lynch mob

Mob psychology pop psychology

Pop culture, pop songs

Pop in for a drink, a soda pop

Mom and pop

Look up to your parents

Look up to the sky

Look up the answer

For its just perspective

Where the floor to one is the ceiling to another

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A nonsensical journey written for "Write on Edge", using the quote at the start as a prompt.

Change

I walked towards the bartender holding two twenties.

“No change,” he snarled.

“Satisfy yourself, you smug git,” I muttered, pocketing the extra forty, having just used a tenner to pay for my drink.

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33 words for Trifecta: Week 114, using the word SATISFY  (transitive verb), with this definition:

 to make happy : please  

 to gratify to the full : appease

Love Letter

Dale Polesky was in love with Mia.

He wrote a note to her.

It read:

"Dear Mia. I aim to be yours.

Elope lady be by Dale Polesky forever of this day on."
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33 words with Palindromes, Trifecta Writing Challenge, for Trifextra Week 104.

A Trip

"Look what I've got." I waved the envelope in her direction. 

"Plane tickets. A trip. How nice. Where are we going."

A trip - yes, but tickets - no. Just one ticket. And we, well:  That wasn't what I meant....

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33 words written for Trifextra: Week 103 at:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html

Junkies

Unlike most junkies, they were lucky. The music and films meant money. A stream of royalty cheques, alleviated any supply problems, and provided all the trimmings of a privileged life. No need to be on the streets. No reason to steal. No cause to worry about the next taste, or the one after that. Suppliers were always on hand. Despite this, they were junkies, and I came in second by a long way.

They loved me, but they loved the junk more. I had everything a child could want. Everything that is, except parents. High fashion, cutting edge, heroin chic, the press said. Never showed the ugly side, the sordid underbelly. The hours wasted, the days lost. Too strung out to do anything. Too high to care. No conversation, hugs, smiles, glances. Even a boo in the face had zero effect. Absent, except in the brief periods between when the drugs wore off and the craving began. That’s my memory. That’s my childhood, and that is why I left.

They called me back. They pleaded. I found it hard not to listen. I would believe their promises, and I would go back. Wishing it would be different, knowing it wouldn’t. The cycle repeated. The word rehab, was just a word. An expensive holiday, nothing more. The pain would become too great to stay.

 After leaving and returning far too many times, I left, and forced myself to ignore their pleas. I was, with much effort, able to shake off the bonds and begin my own life. I cut them off. Now, many years later, the pain has faded into a memory. I have my own family, my own children. We share laughter, hugs kisses, sadness and tears. We love. We live.

I read the headline again. “Rock star couple, victim of tainted drugs”. Panic wells up from deep within. Gulping lungfuls of air, I begin sobbing unstoppably. All the years, believing they were dead to me, and only now do I really know.

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333 words written for Trifecta Challenge: Week 101, incorporating the word boo:

(verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly.

Celebration

The whole family is there. My babushka, old, withered and regal, perched next to my baccy chewing grandfather.  Aunts, uncles and cousins, parents and siblings, we are more numerous than I remember. In Sunday best, we know the baccate display is just a teaser. A Bacchanalean feast of Babylonian proportion is about to happen. A pair of Bacchantes, begin singing, over the sound of a Bach Cantata. The new baby is proudly carried in by his Godfather, my bachelor uncle. Resplendant in a pale blue Babygro, our newest addition has absolutely no idea that all this is for him.

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99 words written for Trifecta: Week Ninety-Nine. The bold words are from the top part of the prompt: