55 Fiction Friday - A True Story (for "Chippy")

The chipmunk scampered between the tomato plants. Looking around carefully, he quickly buried a mouthful of seeds in the soft earth.

The last planting had come up beautifully.  Then those pesky humans had pulled up his lovely seedlings.  If he was only bigger, he'd dig up their gardening efforts and see how they liked it!

 

Photos by: Osquer

Gardening by "Chippy" and Osquer's parents

55 Fiction Friday

The child ran shrieking into the room. Mr. Bear braced himself.

"Maybe she won't pick me today," he hoped, but, sure enough, she laughed, grabbing him by one paw. She pulled him from the shelf and dragged him down the stairs, bumping his head on every step. Sometimes it was hard being her favorite toy.

55 Fiction Friday

That morning there was a little thin broth with a few bits of stringy meat, and I knew one of the prison dairy cows that provided our usual, megre daily cup of sustenance had stopped giving milk.

I mourned her and thanked her departed spirit for her milk.  Then I ate her just the same.

haiku - http://knitthebridge.wordpress.com/

Crocheting remnants,

a journal of past projects

weaving memories.

Photo by: Jay
Crocheted panel by: Osquer

haiku

 

Seeds helicopter

 

down from the maple trees, toys

 

for the playful wind.

 

Photo by: Osquer



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Sunlight sparkles in

 

May Day blossoms, fluttering

 

their hello to Spring.

 



 

Photos by: Osquer

 

haiku: Art All Night

 

Art All Night fills me

 

with a warmth even this Spring

 

can barely equal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Magnetic Poetry

 

I will explore this universe

drink every lucious drop

of berry sweet magic

fresh sacred beauty sprouting

in my secret garden heart



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Cherry blossom snow

 

is a sure sign of Spring and

 

there's no shoveling.

 

 

haiku (with Jay)

 

gray subway masses,

 

all alone together, just

 

trying to get home

 

 

By: Jay and Osquer - February 2, 2013

Photo by: Jay

 



55 Fiction Friday

"More brandy, Randy!" she roared in a most unprincess-like manner.

"Randal," muttered the wizard under his breath, but he said nothing more as, with a complicated twiddle of his wand, he produced a bottle of Napoleon brandy from thin air.  This was quite a trick considering Napoleon Bonaparte wouldn't be born for another seven centuries.

haiku

 

Feral daffodils

 

where a home was demolished -

 

we "rescue" the bulbs.

 

Photo by: Osquer
 

55 Fiction Friday

Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole.  Suddenly I was.

I couldn't believe it.

I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly! 

That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.

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Mothering my lone

 

daffodil bud, I bundle

 

it up on cold nights.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 



www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [smudge]

I tried as hard as i could not to smudge the ink as i carried the manuscript across the room to the drying shelves. I’d been a novice for only nine days and i’d screwed up something on all of them. Thank goodness God forgives.

55 Fiction Friday

"No! Stop!" she cried.

He couldn't understand her words, but he could tell he shouldn't pull her any further.  He dug deeper into the snow and found she had been tied by the wrists behind a horse.  He'd just found the only survivor of an avalanche, the prettiest piece of Viking plunder he'd ever seen.

55 Fiction Friday

"I can't breathe underwater, idiot!" she spat at me after she'd struggled to the surface.  "I'm a mammal!"

And with a contemptuous slap of her flukes, the mermaid twisted out of the net from which I'd been trying to free her. She disappeared beneath the waves leaving me both drenched and disappointed on the shore.

haiku

I was as surprised

by the first robins as they

were by the last snow.

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Last night's snow drips and

 

 

crackles, sounding like today's

 

 

breakfast cereal.




Haiku (for Punxsutawney Phil)

Snow approaches in

the shadow of the Groundhog's

faulty prediction.