How can we possibly imagine? ---------------------------------------- I look out of the window to see a sun shine, My children in a library, a million books define, An accumulation of knowledge, an acknowledgement to men,
In the beginning, things were great. Seemingly, it had been a match made in heaven. All the signs were that we had a bright enough future together. I can still recall our wedding day. The sky was an ebullient blue, phosphorescent clouds in the minority as the sun streamed down on the gathering entourage. We readied ourselves for our vows with the theme of the day being how well suited we were. Maybe even the stars had fated our partnership, what with Aquarius and Aries a completely compatible combination. It's hard to imagine how things could turn out so differently.
It had been this way for thousands of years; there was never a question of boredom so long as new entertainment could be found. The only hell in a purgatory of sorts was to be bored. After all, this was forever in a manner of speaking. Memnock took his place as he did every day, perched on top of his fluffy white cloud, positioned nicely for the coming hours.
It's ironic that Stalin was airbrushed from Russian history and yet, as alluded to here, the ignomy of his deeds is being repeated. Perhaps in time and probably after his death, Plutin will suffer the same fate.
Not sure I ever had to endure an appraisal by Zoom (thankfully). I imagine they are de rigeur these days. Made me shudder hearing/reading the corporate stuff, though. I imagine you are drawing from first hand experience to get it so accurate/...
Plutin, Putinpot and Putin - all names for the Russian horned devil. Always good to read another Muggins take on Mother Russia. I am sure that, when the time comes, Saint Peter will turn the despot away and have him duly arrested. The whole...
Catharsis is a common reason for writing. It's what brought me back to creative writing a few years ago. Maybe the gun is a metaphor, maybe it's real. Some pain never goes away and it becomes a question of finding an outlet for it along with...
Well written and conceived, Penny. Just a thought but how would a hologram leave a handwritten note? I'm sure there's a coherent explanation in this twilight world of sci fi you have conjured.
We use plastic heat pads that get warmed in the microwave. When they fall out of bed they make a banging noise as they hit the floor. There's nothing more comfy than taking a hot water bottle or something similar with you at night. I could relate...
Nicely done, Luigi. Gripping
Posted on Thu, 22 Feb 2024
Nicely done, Luigi. Gripping and compelling. Keep going!
Read full commentPosted in A Devil of a Man (7) - In Vino Veritas
Such a sad story well told.
Posted on Sat, 24 Feb 2024
Such a sad story well told.
[Small typo: Should be "raindrops"?]
Read full commentPosted in The moon is all bluish tonight
It's ironic that Stalin was
Posted on Wed, 21 Feb 2024
It's ironic that Stalin was airbrushed from Russian history and yet, as alluded to here, the ignomy of his deeds is being repeated. Perhaps in time and probably after his death, Plutin will suffer the same fate.
Read full commentPosted in Pearly Gates : A Tour of Russia’s Hell by Alfred N.Muggins Part 2
Not sure I ever had to endure
Posted on Mon, 19 Feb 2024
Not sure I ever had to endure an appraisal by Zoom (thankfully). I imagine they are de rigeur these days. Made me shudder hearing/reading the corporate stuff, though. I imagine you are drawing from first hand experience to get it so accurate/...
Read full commentPosted in Parcel for you...Part 19
Plutin, Putinpot and Putin -
Posted on Sat, 17 Feb 2024
Plutin, Putinpot and Putin - all names for the Russian horned devil. Always good to read another Muggins take on Mother Russia. I am sure that, when the time comes, Saint Peter will turn the despot away and have him duly arrested. The whole...
Read full commentPosted in Pearly Gates : A Tour of Russia’s Hell by Alfred N.Muggins Part 1
Catharsis is a common reason
Posted on Sat, 17 Feb 2024
Catharsis is a common reason for writing. It's what brought me back to creative writing a few years ago. Maybe the gun is a metaphor, maybe it's real. Some pain never goes away and it becomes a question of finding an outlet for it along with...
Read full commentPosted in Killing the killers
"..rivulets flowed down from
Posted on Thu, 15 Feb 2024
"..rivulets flowed down from high,
thrill of an early primrose,
daffodil leaves
and seas of snowdrops on banks.."
I love the way you take everything in when on your walks, Rhiannon. You have an eye for nature and beauty...
Read full commentPosted in Up on the Mortimer Trail
Oh yes - nicely done. The
Posted on Tue, 13 Feb 2024
Oh yes - nicely done. The note disappearing works really well.
Read full commentPosted in "Life is but a Dream"
Well written and conceived,
Posted on Tue, 13 Feb 2024
Well written and conceived, Penny. Just a thought but how would a hologram leave a handwritten note? I'm sure there's a coherent explanation in this twilight world of sci fi you have conjured.
Read full commentPosted in "Life is but a Dream"
We use plastic heat pads that
Posted on Tue, 13 Feb 2024
We use plastic heat pads that get warmed in the microwave. When they fall out of bed they make a banging noise as they hit the floor. There's nothing more comfy than taking a hot water bottle or something similar with you at night. I could relate...
Read full commentPosted in Feeling to find it
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