A Letter A Week – G

Now this week’s prompts: G. Find it here

Place – Graceland

Emotion – Grief

Adjective – grandiose

Verb – gasp

My animal – Guinea Pig

The Piggie

A small little pig
with a cute little butt
with a cute little name
was in quite a rut
He followed his ma
to a place ‘cross the sand
A beautiful place
It was called Graceland.
The guinea pig gasped
to see such a place
a grandiose stage
With dark curtains and lace
He noticed the stage
had seen some sad days
The grief he could feel
glowing down like sun rays
But despite the sad vibe
there was joy here as well
and the cute little pig
thought his mama was swell
She brought him there too
to learn ’bout music and folks
But the pig couldn’t stop
hearing frogs chirp and croak
So he went with his ma
They went down to a bog
A safer place here instead
Sitting atop an old log.

©2022 CBialczak 2022

Simply 6 Minutes — The Inheritance

This, That, and The Other

Edgar was thrilled when, at the reading of his Uncle Frank’s last will and testament, his late uncle had bequeathed to him his classic motorcycle that Edgar had both admired and coveted.

After the reading of the will, Edgar approached the lawyer and asked where and when he could get the keys and retrieve the motorcycle. The lawyer told Edgar that the motorcycle’s keys had long ago been lost, but the cycle itself was in his late uncle’s backyard out behind the shed.

Undeterred by the fact that there were no keys to the motorcycle — Edgar figured he could engage the services of a locksmith — he went to his late uncle’s property, went behind the shed, and found his inheritance.

When he saw the motorcycle, he realized that, in addition to a locksmith, he’d require the service of an arborist.


Written for Christine Bialczak’s Simply 6 Minutes prompt…

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Simply 6 Minutes — The Inheritance

This, That, and The Other

Edgar was thrilled when, at the reading of his Uncle Frank’s last will and testament, his late uncle had bequeathed to him his classic motorcycle that Edgar had both admired and coveted.

After the reading of the will, Edgar approached the lawyer and asked where and when he could get the keys and retrieve the motorcycle. The lawyer told Edgar that the motorcycle’s keys had long ago been lost, but the cycle itself was in his late uncle’s backyard out behind the shed.

Undeterred by the fact that there were no keys to the motorcycle — Edgar figured he could engage the services of a locksmith — he went to his late uncle’s property, went behind the shed, and found his inheritance.

When he saw the motorcycle, he realized that, in addition to a locksmith, he’d require the service of an arborist.


Written for Christine Bialczak’s Simply 6 Minutes prompt…

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A Fitting Conclusion

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This tale was written based on the following prompts

Fandango’s Story Starter #45

Simply 6 Minutes

Twiglet #278

What do You See #133

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #168

My boss called me into her office and silently handed me a piece of a paper instructing me to follow my dreams, and suddenly I was afraid.

My dreams have a way of imploding, but like layers of cloud, his instructions couldn’t be dismissed.

For days I worried, growing weary like the old dilapidated tree which has seen better days, but eventually my thoughts turned to her, and I was reminded that dreams don’t sleep peacefully.

So, I grabbed the flowers and my courage, hopped on my bike and headed in your direction, passing that tree which had stood sentinel with a wry smile.

There was only one way this would end, in disaster … and I was right, as the rain began…

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You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

One-Liner Wednesday – I love my neighbourhood

Linda G Hill is the host: https://lindaghill.com/2022/05/11/one-liner-wednesday-i-love-my-neighbourhood/

One item on my bucket list is to visit an old estate or abandoned building and have an interaction with a spirit, ghost, apparition, or whatever you want to call it, so that I can have proof in something that has always fascinated me!

CBialczak
Long Island Ghost Hunters
https://www.longislandpress.com/2018/11/16/ask-a-psychic-what-do-spirits-look-like/

Fandango’s Provocative Question #164

Fandango asks a question each week

How do you feel about Elon Musk’s intention to reinstate Donald Trump’s Twitter account and his rational for doing so?

Well, first of all, they look alike with different hair and skin tone.

I think that Elon Musk is like Trump and like Putin and all the other rich people who think they own the world because they can afford it. I don’t think anyone should give a rat’s ass about whether Trump posts his stupid comments on Twitter. Every word out of his mouth makes him look like more of an ass, so maybe some of his followers will finally get the picture. Musk just wants the notoriety of this controversy. Why else would he even care? When you are that rich why do you give a hoot whether some impeached-twice president can post crap on social media? How about feeding the hungry kids in the world? Maybe look past Trump and you’ll see Putin behind him with pictures of all the people that have been killed in Ukraine. Maybe then Musk might turn around and not care about the guy.

Just saying….

Simply 6 minutes: 10th May

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Christine of Stine Writing is our hostess for the Simply 6 Minutes photo challenge.
You can find out more here

Picture courtesy https://magdolenelives.tumblr.com
It was love at first sight.
Two lonely souls brought together by fate.
One had been abandoned, the other neglected and unnoticed, but they formed a kinship second to none, and as the years progressed, were inseparable.
Their forest friends protected them from the elements, closing ranks in bad weather, expanding out to let in the sun. Theirs was a unique union, a peaceful life of coexistence, both knowing that one day like the mythical Sword in the Stone, One would come to release them, and they would again be alone.
But not yet.
For now they were content to simply Be and hoped that they could just be left alone.

111 words.

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