Inn of the Purple Door – a Crimson Creative Challenge

CCC 3.13.19

For Crimsons Creative Challenge

Inn of the Purple Door

The bottles were lined up in a row. The window faced the full moon and each bottle touched some bit of the metal grid. All was in readiness. Shara entered her circle of salt, lit the candles and settled herself to the ground. She began mixing herbs with her mortar and pestle and chanting her spell. Continue reading “Inn of the Purple Door – a Crimson Creative Challenge”

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FOTD March 13 – Bromeliads Flowers with Soul

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Bromeliads at Dole Pineapple Plantation in Hawaii

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”
— Charles Bukowski

For Cees Flower of the Day challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Abashed

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For Lindaghill.com’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “abash/a bash/bash.” Use “abash,” or “bash” as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you manage all three. Have fun!

Much Abashed about a Bash

Helena was much abashed when she arrived at the party wearing the same frock she’d worn just weeks ago. But with the servants gone, what else was she to do? She’d thought to take a bash at dressing herself for the evening gala and felt she’s done fairly well. Her gown was not new, but she’s done her hair up in a fashionable twist with tiny ringlets falling to her shoulders. The hair style was simple with her naturally curly hair and she’d further adorned it with her mother’s silver combs. The double strand of pearls around her neck had also belonged to her mother. Helena fondled them for a moment in quiet contemplation. Oh how could her parents have had the bad taste to be murdered and left her all alone. There was nothing for it, this party was her meal ticket. Many favors were owed her family and she intended to collect. Plus, it was the poshest bash of the season and the food was bound to be good. Helena’s tummy rumbled silently as she stepped across the threshold and presented her invitation.

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Til next time ~Peace  ~JPP

Inch by Inch – A Plushie Tale

50 word thrs 3.7.19

There was no way across the yard except the clothesline. Froggie shimmied up the pole and carefully grasping the line, inch by inch he crept. Stealthily he made his way across.

Until suddenly, wham, he bumped his head. “Hey! What are you doing here?” Frog asked the Plushie Panther who was crossing the same line, heading in the opposite direction. “Move out of my way!” Froggie yelled. Continue reading “Inch by Inch – A Plushie Tale”