A Hibernal Dirge

 

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Alas, the stark landscape wrought in shades of black, grey, and white

That frozen vista dominated by harrowing winds that so wickedly bite

Regretfully I rigorously assert that intense cold burns as certainly as heat

Thus making my year’s summation of misery complete.

Alack, the frigid atmosphere sears my nose, throat and lungs

The desiccating taste of Winter remains on my tongue.

Unhappily, the inhospitable climate causes my body to involuntarily shiver

Snow’s brilliant reflection of sun’s light make my eyelids quiver.

Woe, for along the knife-sharp horizon ominous clouds gather and glower

The lazy wind, slicing through my flesh, keens, slowly gathering power.

Sadly the Season is reluctant to release its grasp though the Solstice has passed

Several months of further gelid weather are conspicuous in the forecast.

Oh, cruel, capricious, churlish final quarter! How much longer must you linger?

Already you have put my physique and my moods through the wringer.

Enough wretchedness I say! Sweet Spring, hasten your steps, come soon,

Bring forth your gentle gracing presence, grant me this vital boon.

 

Emily Karn

Thursday, January 30, 2020

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- January 28, 2020: Today’s prompt: Use the word “shiver” or any form of the word

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- January 28, 2020

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What Is My Love

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What is my Love, but a potent force bubbling up from secret depths unbidden?

My Love is an adamantine affection overflowing my heart that is freely given.

It can’t be measured by the hour, coaxed with false flattery, or bought with coin.

It can only be returned in kind when our two selves do willingly conjoin.

What is my Passion, but a scalding flame raging in my body, my blood, and my bones?

My Passion is built of frantic thrusting, sweating skin, panting exertion, and lusty groans.

It is constituted of a sweet caress, a fierce hug, whispered words, and a lingering glance.

Accept then my hand Sweetheart and let us both engage in romance’s endless dance.

What is my Declaration, but the precious gift of an unalterable truth?

With each moment, each action, each word, offering the unpolluted proof.

What is my Soul, but a true reflection of the values that I hold to be of worth?

Occupying every instant spanning the distance from my death to my birth.

All of the things that I was, all the things that I am, and all things that I will be,

I proffer to you Dearest, the sum of Myself, for now, forever, for eternity.

 

Emily

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

 

PSA Safe-Driving Campaign

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To: Courtney Wright, Advertising Director, WXLX Radio

Re: Our new Public Service Announcements for the Safe-Driving Campaign

I recommend one of our local, well-known performers, Tyrese Martinez, aka “Tyresastic T M” for his raspy voice and hip-hop/rap style, and driving beats. He is quite popular with our target demographic group. Here are my suggested lyrics for the first song.

“Yo’ Mama’s Watching You”

“Hey, yo’, yo’ man—

Play it safe, stick to the plan

Yo’ mama’s watching you—

Seeing each little thing that you do

Don’t speed—

My words ya’ better heed

There’s no need—

To race to take the lead

 

Chorus: Yo mama’s watching you

Seeing each little thing that you do

Be careful man, get a clue—

To the rules of the road ya’ better hew

She got eyes everywhere, everywhere!

She’s got the eyes that glare,

Those eyes that stare—

She got eyes everywhere, everywhere!

 

Leave early so’s ya’ ain’t runnin’ too late

Ain’t no need to go and tailgate—

Don’t wanna hear that familiar voice berate

So wise up sucker, ’n’ play it straight—

 

Chorus

 

Go ahead and stay off that phone,

Just leave that **** thing alone—

Prove that you’s da man that’s full grown

Don’t need to risk entering the danger zone

 

Chorus

 

If you have any suggestions or amendments I would appreciate your input.

From: Charles Fortnum, Senior Copywriter

 

Emily

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

A Writing Prompt a Day: Write a piece using a technical gimmick (rhyme scheme, etc)

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Rita Hayworth “Lady From Shanghai”

Standing in the mirror,

She stared at the infinite reflections,

Stretching forth into the hallway of eternity,

Each image that of another potential self,

Broodingly she pondered,

Upon that most weighty subject

Which person should she be today?

Good or Evil, Kind or Careless?

She Choose, stretched forth her hand,

Touching that fractal glass effigy,

Light flashed and She became reality.

 

Emily

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, January 14, 2020: Today’s prompt: Use the phrase “standing in the mirror, she….” in a piece of prose or poetry.

https://godoggocafe.com/2020/01/14/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-january-14-2020-2/

Recipe for Mayhem

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Dear Subscriber,

Thank you for your interest in our do-it-yourself plans for the Creation of Chaos Incarnate (C.C.I.) I have sent you a free copy of our most popular checklist. Enjoy!

Recipe for Mayhem

Directions:

  1. Take one egomaniacal mad scientist (yourself.)
  2. Stew about all slights given to you, both real and imagined.
  3. Simmer in rage for several years at being ignored and belittled by your peers and the system.
  4. Prepare to go on an epic spree of insanity.
  5. Establish your secret lab in a location where you won’t be noticed. (We suggest the use of an abandoned warehouse in a large city.)
  6. Add a generous helping of TNT, a gallon of ethanol, a pint of chlorine gas, a dash of white phosphorus, a pound of radioactive waste, and a sprinkling of ten penny nails. Mix carefully and pour into a soft lead mold. Attach a cell phone detonator to the device and place in strategic location. (Your local city hall, college, or Walmart are highly recommended sites.) Ensure that the phone is fully charged and is receiving a signal (it is so disappointing when a detonation fails due to faulty equipment.)
  7. Buy a surplus garbage truck. Use sheet steel to reinforce all sides of the truck (don’t forget the bottom.) Install extra-heavy duty shocks. Replace tires with run flat models. Insert bullet proof glass into all windows. Turbo-charge the motor, adding a nitrox booster. Fashion razor-sharp high carbon steel scythes and fasten them to the truck wheels. Incorporate a five-point seat harness. Upgrade all springs. Fuel up with Diesel #2.
  8. Purchase Nomex racing suit, helmet, and gloves. Incorporate a gas mask and radiation shielding.
  9. Use gene-splicing to create giant mutant monsters (spiders, scorpions and crabs are club favorites.)
  10. Obtain a Grand Grimoire. Become proficient in the pronunciation of the words. Perfect your spellcasting using sacrifices that won’t be missed (homeless people make excellent choices.) Summon several powerful demons to this realm.
  11. Hold a press conference where you announce your plans for world domination.
  12. Cry “Havoc!”
  13. Launch your glorious revolution!

Let us know how it all turns out for you.

Sincerely yours,

Nigel Oscar Desmond-Wright

President of Carnage Unleashed Ritualistically (C.U.R.)

The Society of Intellectually Creative Killer Overachiever Schizophrenics (S.I.C.K.O.S.)

 

Emily

Thursday, December 19, 2019

A Writing Prompt a Day: Write a piece about a dangerous recipe, especially a recipe for disaster

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/52085930/posts/2523608149

 

Crimson Crusaders

 

 

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“Now for the last item on the agenda of the Crimson Crusaders, setting up our next meeting.” Phyllidia the Practical Pixie, club secretary, said beaming cheerfully. “How about Thursday at 3:00 pm?”

“Nope.” Mardel the Mercenary rumbled. “I can’t miss my Mathletics meeting. Friday at 4 pm?”

“Not gonna happen dudes.” Victor the Sinister, Scourge of the Surfer Seas scoffed. “I’ve gotta red-hot date. Saturday at 2:00 pm?”

“Sabbath. If I miss Temple again my father will kill me!” Gilala the Grisly Goblin nearly wailed her dismay. “Sunday at 5:00 pm?”

“That will not be possible.” Leighton the Illustrious Lord of Legerdemain frowned in concentration. “My attendance is required for dinner at my grandmother’s house. What about Monday at 7:00 pm?”

“School night, my mother won’t let me out of the house.”  Iferia the Infernal Imp admitted shamefacedly. “It’s getting kind of late now as it is.”

“Well why don’t check our schedules at home and text each other.” Phyllidia suggested.

“That is acceptable.”
“Sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Right on man.”

“Then I hereby adjourn this session of the Dewsbury Dungeon and Dragons Club.” Phyllidia rapped the table with the old wooden mallet.

 

Emily

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

A Writing prompt a Day; Write a piece about a D&D group trying to find a meeting time

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/52085930/posts/2522239014