The White Cat in a Hat (Shortest of Tales Collection)

Shortest of Tales Collection presents:

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“A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine” Chuck Palahniuk

The White Cat in a Hat

The little white cat
With a black hat
Was taking a nap
On the kitchen mat

Her tail all curled
As she softly purred
Oblivious to the world
As it around her whirled

Something made her stir
Looking up with a stare
Straight up stood her fur
As she took off in a blur

The hat off tore
Landed on the floor
The cat was out the door
Heard was a loud roar

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Once there was a Man (Shortest of Tales Collection)

Shortest of Tales Collection presents:

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“A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine” Chuck Palahniuk

Once there was a Man

Once there was a man
Who did not understand
That the greatest of plans
Was already in his hands

So he went around town
Looking for his crown
His face in a big frown
Feelings of letting down

But when he saw a beggar
With the biggest smile ever
He suddenly turned around
And his smile finally found

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Poolside Fantasy (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

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“Life is better by the pool”

Poolside Fantasy

Reflected in the window
Fantasies
Of another tomorrow
Champagne and caviar
Poolside and up to par

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Mirror Mirror (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

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“Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it” Ernest Holmes

Mirror Mirror

I feel pretty
And so witty
I am slender
Yet curvy
Guess my gender?
It’s green

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Little Red (Daily Photo 2016-02-01)

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

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“Put on some red lipstick and live a little”

Little Red

No,
I am not hiding
I am just
Standing
Observing
Watching
Life pass by

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Red Gloves (Mundane Monday 2016-02-01)

Posted in Tale and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #44

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“My little pretty red gloves bring me joy and warmth; after all it is winter!” Gun Roswell

Red Gloves (Mundane Monday 2016-02-01)

“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and puff.

Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.

It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.

But those damn mittens! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a shovel.

She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending mittens from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.

Once again, she was happy in her gorgeous red mittens.

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