I am a recidivist thief. I borrowed an idea from Cheryl based on a challenge from Rachel and then (my greatest sin) stole words from Spike.
Have I no shame?
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It is dark in the forest
When the fire burns out
There are noises in the trees
There are monsters all about
There’s a shaking in my knees
There’s a tingling on my skin
There’s a hole in my ear
Where the fear sneaks in
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Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention (I barely believe it myself) that in an unexpected reversal of form in the short story competition mentioned above I failed to finish last.
In fact … I somehow squeezed myself into the second round.
The assignment this time was 2000 words Action/Adventure – A launch – An underachiever
If you have nothing better to do ….
Of course I am. What’s wrong with being obsessive? It just shows dedication (combined with mental illness) …. and to be compulsive is just to follow one’s instincts. Yes, your honour. Guilty as charged.
Laziness (L is for laziness, but I will Lie about that in a minute) is more difficult to defend. But, in my case, I would argue again, that it is instinctual.
Anyway …. with that in mind ….I might have suggested somewhere else that, with regard to this A to Z thing, I might just focus on the vowels. I have failed to deliver in that respect (L should have been for Liar) and suddenly, as of today, there’s only U to go (I owe U one). But as the second last vowel passed by I leaped upon the Ms Mathews bandwagon again. Maybe I’m obsessed with her ….
O. An obsession
I’m fishing. For her.
She’s not my possession
But I’m wishing she were
A pursuit. Not aggression.
She’s cute. Can’t you see?
But I make no impression
She’s not looking at me
Yet I speak. My confession
I’m weak at the knees
A humble expression
Of love
If you please.
Or maybe it’s for nonsense. Because that’s all I seem capable of typing these days. And there’s lots of it rattling around in my isolated head.
Fandango points out that ‘nothing ventured’ means ‘nothing gained’. I therefore entitle my contribution for today ….
N is for nothing
That’s going on here
There’s nobody near me
My calendar’s clear
I’ve nearly found nowhere
I’ll get there one day
But there’s nothing that’s happening there
Anyway.
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