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The Light Bright Reflection

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 BLACK AND LIGHT MIRRORED

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This is the latest picture it and write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

As usual the image is provided and the credits are acknowledged by Ermilia

Picture it & Write

MIRRORED MYSTERY

My beautiful blue mirror is hung in place,

The reflection is my window behind me.

The open red curtains with a red chair to match.

I stand looking and admiring my home in the background.

As I look, the room in my mirror gets dark.

Jet black, nothing is visible, although it is still

Light, in the middle of the day.

I blink and the original view returns.

This startles me. How? Why?

The reflection is still true to life.

What could have caused my mirror to go dark?

Witches, Hobgoblins, Devils or Ghosts!

My mind goes through many twists and turns,

With supernatural reasons and answers.

Did I imagine it, or is there a Ghost,

On the other side of the glass?

Am I about to be approached

By beings from the other side?

Suddenly the mirror goes black, once again.

Black as black! Everything is black.

Then my wife Margaret is beside me.

“Are you all right? You stumbled.

I think you had a blackout!”

I look at my friendly, mirror again,

Reflecting our beautiful home.

I look and think, I love my life.

 As I reflect on how lucky I am.

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Blame it on Fate

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ROBERT BREWER’S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT.
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-270

For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Blame (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include “Blame it on the Rain,” “Blame Yourself,” “Blame the Bad Guys,” and so on.

Blame it on Fate

I worked very hard to get over the blight,
Then to fashion a quill that would actually write.
Pick the feather up and begin to sharpen
The end into a perfect nib.

An inkwell full of Indian ink,
Jet black and smooth almost velvet in texture,
Next a parchment that was specially prepared
To record the unfolding events.

The seers and prophets had forecast the end
Of the world as we know it is nigh,
They say the information was revealed,
From prophetic knowledge of old.

The sands of time have passed by the mark,
When we should be part of the past
The star in the North is still burning
The light is overcoming the dark.

Why is the end of the world so late?
I measured the sands and counted the days,
The solar and lunar forecasters will state
Scientific evidence will blame it on fate.

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First 50 Words~Pickets

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We bought our new home in Australia, a colonial-style building set in a large garden surrounded by a white painted picket fence. We were puzzled, we got our dream home for a very good price. The previous owner had a nervous breakdown and left. We were woken by a loud grating, croaking noise a few days later. The house was surrounded by huge cane toads peeping through the pickets.

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First 50 Words~ “Nope”

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NOPE

Do you realise that there is a type of frog in the Amazon jungle that actually flies from tree to tree?
Nope!
In my view nope is a shortened version of no hope. Did you know that?
Nope!
There is no hope of flying pigs, but flying frogs are a fact, you understand?
Nope!
You mean you have no hope of knowing, or no hope for the frogs? Do you care?
Nope!
My friend would you agree that there is no hope for you?
Nope!

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Verbal Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~Transistor

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Transistors were instrumental in the sad demise of the good old fashioned hearing aid trumpet.

Great-Great-Grandad, would just say Eh! What! He would get very annoyed and ask you to speak up!

Great-Grandad used a trumpet to magnify the sound. This was not a very effective alternative, but very picturesque.

Grandad used a transistor powered hearing aid that was strapped to his body. This would greatly amplify the sound.

Dad uses a digital hearing aid that is almost invisible.

I am on the list for a Cochlea operation.

We have come a long way since the transistor revolutionised hearing ability.

.100-Word-Challenge

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First 50 Words~The Money~Two for the price of one

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 SECRET MEMO

We have a cure for most of the illness that plagues mankind, a very cheap easy to make remedy that would revolutionise medicine if we were to release our patent. We cannot make money from this product so we sit on it. Hide it away, we pay many millions of our profits to silence the inventor and keep our shareholders happy. We buy their silence with the money.

 

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LOAN SHARKS

Alphonse and Arthur were loan sharks, they would lend out small sums of money for very high rates of interest, usually to very poor people who were in a financial mess. They would collect their money with threats, they always took two very fierce dogs wherever the went. One day they were found dead in a pond covered in frog spawn. They had been killed for the money they extorted by frogmen vigilantes. The dogs were tamed by the frogs.

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Verbal Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~EVEN NICENESS IS NOT INDISPENSABLE

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 Every morning she would arrive and it was as if the sun had come out. Everybody liked her, she was so very nice, always very happy and there was never a ripple of adversity among her colleagues. One Friday morning a trolley full of champagne was delivered to our office. There was much speculation about this delivery, until she walked in beaming. “I’m leaving today to get married, and I would like to say goodbye in style” Hearty congratulations were expressed and the champagne was rapidly consumed. The office routine continues, not quite so brightly, now you are gone girl.

100-Word-Challenge

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First 50 Words~The Club

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CLUBLAND

Ug said to Gug let’s hit the road, the tribe are on the move. You bring your club and I’ll bring mine. The noise was deafening when they arrived. The Cavern club was echoing. The rock was resounding and vibrating, bouncing off the walls. Cavemen clubbed and cave women fell, under the spell of the music. Rocking and writhing, jerking and jiving. Then Gug said to Ug, I love it here, this is the ace of clubs.

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First 50 Words~Birthday Cake

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A VERY SWEET WAY TO DIE

The funeral was a very solemn occasion. The Coroner had recorded, Death by Misadventure. Grandad had died on his 90th birthday, at his birthday party. The whole family were present when they wheeled in a huge iced birthday cake with 90 years old written on it in blue marzipan. Grandad’s face lit up as he quickly tasted a huge piece of icing. Suddenly he gasped and collapsed choking, then he lay very still.

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