Monthly Archives: November 2010

Descent into Death

From the day we arrive on the planet Earth
We begin to spiral downward to the grave
The path to death, so far away it seems at birth 
Begins to increase in speed along ’bout 29
Life’s dreams vanish along with mirth
Yet we fight and struggle against fate and time
Our bodies are not meant to last forever
Our backs become bent our minds grow clouded
And the fight for life becomes harder than ever
Until all we long for is rest and thoughts uncrowded
At last we seek relief in quests beyond the grave
Written for Carry On Tuesday’s prompt: 

From the day we arrive on the planet

Horns of Dilemma

Inspired by “Microfiction Monday –
where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer.”

 She was on the horns of a dilemma, hot young dude or Methuselah? Who was she kidding? Fishnet stockings are no match for money and power!

~140 characters~

Holiday Films

Written for Sunday Scribblings

An antidote to cold December nights – make some popcorn and watch a Christmas film! 

Here are ten of my favorites (not necessarily in this order and I’ve probably forgotten a couple that should be on this list!):

  1.  The Bishop’s Wife
  2.  Family Man
  3.  While You Were Sleeping
  4.  The Year Without a Santa Claus (1974)
  5.  Jack Frost (1998)
  6.  Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
  7.  How the Grinch Stole Christmas
  8.  It’s a Wonderful Life
  9.  The Holiday
10.  A Charlie Brown Christmas

So, what am I missing?

Gratitude

Gatherings of friends and relatives
Ringing in the holiday – DING
Attending holiday events
The reason for the season – CHRIST!
Icycles and snowflakes glistening
Toasting in the New Year!
Under the mistletoe kissing – KISS
Decorating with carols playing
Enjoying every minute – BLISS

Written for Writer’s Island!

¡Felicidades!

This weeks prompt writing will be one with a twist. You know those horoscopes in newspapers? One of those will be your new prompt. Pick one randomly from a paper or a website and write a story <100 words about the kind of day that horoscope “predicts”.

The horoscope I chose was Cancer from NYPOST.com:

No matter how much work you have on your plate you will get through it all in record time. Your appetite for detail is remarkable, so get on with it and reward yourself at the end of the day with a night on the town.

Ah, the weekend after Thanksgiving! This year is extra special because Sunday begins Advent. So, today I woke up early, made a pot of coffee, and wrote out today’s agenda:

    1. Take down autumn decorations
    2. Do a deep clean of entire house
    4. Rake leaves, clean front porch & back patio
    5. Make Christmas gift list
    7. Write Christmas newsletter
    8. Make Christmas card list
    9. Make Holiday baking list
    11. Add Christmas events to calendar
    12. Make Advent checklist
    13. Make Christmas party checklist

Amazingly, at day’s end, all thirteen items were checked off!
Let the games begin!   ¡Felicidades!

NOTE:   Wish I could say that this write really happened.  It didn’t.
“Happy Holidays” put me over the 100 limit, so I cheated and used the Spanish equivalent.  : )  It’s amazing all the extra work that the holidays create.  Totally worth it though. 

Word count:  100
Written for  Saturday Centus.

Good Intentions

Written for Magpie Tales. 😉

The warmth from the fireplace made me forget the harsh November wind that blew outside the window.  I sat in the dark den with the light from a single lamp and the glow from the fire.  I was looking at all the treasures that lined the shelves around the fireplace, each one a memory :photos from our family vacation to the mountains, a seashell collection from our summers on the beach, the plaster handprint Sarah made when she was in kindergarten, and David’s trophy. 

He was so proud when he showed it to me, “Look, Mom, I was the best Bible quizzer on the team!  He was nine but I was too busy to notice.  I was trying to get my business off the ground.  Every time thereafter when he would get a ribbon, award, or small trinket; he would put it in his cup.  By the time he was eleven, the thing was stuffed full of cherished items.  He brought it to me and held it up and with a huge grin across his face said, “Mom, my cup runneth over!”  But again, I was too busy to share in his happiness.  We were in the process of selling our home and buying another larger home in a better neighborhood with better schools.  I was doing it for the kids.  A tear of regret rolled down my face.  I thought that I would spend more time with him once we settled in to our new home, and then once summer came, or once we had money saved up for a summer-house.   But there was always something that got in the way.  All he wanted was me but instead I gave him a big house in an upscale neighborhood and “stuff!” I looked at his photograph in the frame on the table beside me.  He was a handsome sixteen year old.  My heart ached thinking about him living so far away with his father.  When he wasn’t in school he was playing sports or working shifts at McDonald’s.  I understood that it didn’t leave much time to call or write his mother.  If only I could go back and make things right.

“Mom, do you want to play a game?”  Sarah came in the room holding a deck of cards.

“No, honey, Mama’s worked hard this week.  She doesn’t feel like playing.”

Sarah’s face fell as a deep sigh escaped her lips in defeat, “But, you said that you would tonight.”

“Well, I had good intentions.  There will be other nights, Sarah.  We’ll have plenty of time later this week.”

 

Comments and Critiques welcome.  : )

At Home

Written for Carry On Tuesday’s prompt: A gloomy and a windy day

 
 
A gloomy and a windy day
Not much fun for a holiday
‘Twas all the more reason
To celebrate the season
At home in a leisurely way