Rocky the squirrel told the intruder not to come one step closer, or else they would regret it. Rocky went on to say, “If you choose to come closer, I won’t have any choice and I will have to fight you, and if you have ever been scratched by a squirrel before, you will know that this can be a very unpleasant experience. You may think that I am a tiny creature, but I have long sharp teeth and claws, so this probably won’t end well for you. I am certain to leave you with a very deep and painful cut, and there is a good chance that I am carrying some type of nasty disease that you don’t want. When I am feeling threatened, I will scratch your eyes out, and that won’t be a good look on you.”
Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply…
Now you just hold it right there!
We discussed this.
Doesn’t my opinion count for anything?
Or my feelings?
I told you how I felt.
I reasoned with you.
I tried to make allowances, alternative suggestions even.
You had to go ahead regardless.
Well it ain’t gonna work.
There is NO WAY your mother is coming to live with us!
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Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
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Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
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Two hundred miles off the coast of Yemen is the remote island of Socotra, where this umbrella-like otherworldly tree known as dragon’s blood tree is found. Pliny wrote about dragons inhabiting this island where the trees yielded red drops of cinnabar fungus, which was carved into jewelry and ornaments. Researchers have been trying for centuries to solve the mystery about the origins of the dragon’s blood, whether it came from the tree, or was a mineral from the earth. There is also an Indian legend about a fierce battle, where a dragon (or possibly a Makara which is a legendary sea dragon) bit an elephant and drank its blood. When the elephant fell to the ground, it crushed the dragon, turning the dragon into a pancake, while mixing the blood of both creatures to yield a resin-like substance and that red sap spewed out from the tree that grew there. …
Already in a hackly mess the wood began to break A yellow honey oozing out, real honey or a fake? The noise began as a soft hum, a crack in silent air Bonhomie was following, technology was left bare A fracture in cacophony, suspicious ’bout the sound but nothing here was making noise, no evidence was found.
This week has a theme of complete the song title. I was doing a quiz the other day about recognising songs from their lyrics and for once I got them all! So, let’s either revise some classics or give them a whole new meaning. As always, I’ll post my own contribution later.
1. I’ve got you under…………………………..the seat of my car
2. Hi ho silver……………………………………Hi ho gold
3. Anyone who had…………………………….a match
4. Me and You …………………………………ain’t gonna work
5. Hats off ……………………………………….at the table, dammit!
6. Everyone’s gone …………………………..a fishin’
7. Every Man Must ………………………….do what the lady says
8. You’ll never find another ………………so don’t put it back
Walking through a valley near a forest full of green a machine sat slowly rusting, no need for gasoline the paint was quickly fading, an evident old heap Just a toll from wind and rain, no chance for its upkeep A forlorn looking woodsman came looking through the copse hoping he would find the time and place to make a stop. He spied a myriad of moss, a pillow he knew he’d found Suddenly he yawned real wide then laid upon the ground out from in the engine a little elf did creep Hoping not to wake the man, just wanting him to sleep He sprinkled the man with fairy dust and wished him best of luck then looking at his hiding space the little creature snuck the man woke fully rested feeling better than he had Deciding he was going home, no longer feeling bad
Steven was weary from constantly searching the horizon, and he thought maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but no there was an unmarked road peeking out from between the bushes. He could’ve sworn it hadn’t been there before, but being adventurous he decided he’d follow it for a while.
It appeared unused, but as he proceeded along the way he caught a scent which was strangely unfamiliar, and excited he hurried along, only to grind to a halt when the woodlands stopped abruptly and the strangest tree he’d ever seen came into view.
It was wonderous inviting, with its network of interwoven branches, its short spiny leaves, its round bell-shaped top. It was like a dream bin, one of…