Thursday, 28 February 2013

Doctor Doctor



A Doctor doctoring
Is better than
A doctoring Doctor
Especially when
The doctoring Doctor
Practices doctoring
Additively adding
Spreading and scraping
Such Doctor is not
Fit to be doctorer
If I am doctoree
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Using the word Doctor with context:
b : a blade (as of metal) for spreading a coating or scraping a surface

Thursday, 21 February 2013

The Fence


Painted white, and in perfect repair, the fence was what drew me in. The building, like all those in the area was dilapidated. Cladding gaping, glass panes missing, broken downpipes, sagging roofline, the surrounds a jungle. The fence was by no means new. Plants and weeds had tangled around the palings, but the paint couldn't have been more than a season old. No fading or flaking. The gate, locked with a simple padlock, showed no sign of wear, and the shiny hinges were free of rust. Too low to bar entry, I leaned my bicycle against it and climbed over.
Copyright-Janet Webb
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Written for Friday Fictioneers,


Tuesday, 19 February 2013

No Entry


It wouldn’t open
I knocked
I rang
I kicked, pushed
Got a sledgehammer
A drill, a crowbar
It wouldn’t open
Possibilities exhausted
I couldn’t get in
Until
Someone said
Use the back door
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Written for Trifecta Writing Challenge Week 65 using the following definition of the word Exhaust:

Saturday, 12 January 2013

Forever

Hand in hand, the lovers ran. As fast as they could, knowing this was their only escape.

Falling in love left her no choice. Fearing the anger of her father, Penelope knew she must run away before he found out.

Although it pained to leave her father, mother and sisters, being with her love outweighed all else.

But Zeus had spotted them. They could no longer be trusted. As punishment, and, a signal to her sisters Penelope would be frozen. No longer taking human form, she was left with her lover, a monument, and warning to the remaining nine muses.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers.

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

Based on on the prompt at:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/11-january-2013/







Sunday, 30 December 2012

Peace

Leave
Go away
Get out
Now!
Get the hell out of here
Fuck off
Piss off
Scram, scoot, skedaddle
Just go
Aaarghhhhhh.
Am I talking to the wall or something.

Please.....

Door slams.
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Written for Trifextra week forty eight.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/12/trifextra-week-forty-eight.html?m=1

At: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/?m=1

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Christmas Present


“For Johnny?”
“We got him a scooter.”
“And mummy?”
“We bought her some perfume, and new slippers.”
“Slippers?”
“Yes – hers are worn out. Do you think she’ll like these.”
“They’re purple! Her favourite colour. What about Brad?”
“Brad won’t be here this year. He’s still overseas. I sent him a food parcel and a beautiful jumper.”
“I thought he was going to be back for Christmas.”
“No, he’s doing an important job. He’s got to stay. We’ll see him soon.”
“I wish he was here.”
“Me too Pushki. Now, enough talk. Let’s finish decorating the tree and set the table.”

Copyright-Scott L. Vannatter
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Written for Friday Fictioneers

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Virtually Pure

The cost for bad thoughts, cheating, lying, blasphemy, not paying taxes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Insert generic sin. The currency, clearly defined. Our Fathers and Hail Marys. I sit behind the screen and listen. Make a price. Give penance, absolution, heal. Transaction done. Next please.

"Father, I have sinned...

Of course you have. Cut to the chase. You want the numbers, the price. No need for ritual or form. It’s all the same. I've heard it before. You've done it before.

Maybe we should simplify. Modernise. Get with the program. Time to put up a list, or a website. www.confessmysins.somethingorother. Period since last confession; click: Sins committed; menu: Number of repeats; click: Terms and conditions; check box: Disclaimer not necessary: Submit button; click: Are you sure; yes/no; click: Moving graphic: please wait; processing.

That will be two Hail Marys and one Our Father. Come back soon.
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