Magpie Tales: Rusty Water

Seeing the water do damage upon the floor,
she sank into it feeling hopeless at her core.


One more thing has gone wrong and now needs to be fixed,
she's starting to wonder if her decisions have left her jinxed.


The guilt slowly killing her as she watches red rusty water fall,
her doubts rising with the level of the water up to the back wall.


Her heart becomes pitted and slowly sinks with gradual shape deformation,
her worries and doubts breaking her like the pipe did from extreme oxidation.

This is a Magpie Tale

Sunday 160: Almost New Room

Almost Painted
Almost Done
Bed Is Up
Can't Take It Anymore
It Has Been Three Months
Of Broken Promises
Angry
Three Year Old
Sharing With Sister Cries
"I want my new room"


what can you say in 160 characters? (spaces included) say it, and go see Monkey Man.


**CRAP I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THIS IS TO DO? LOL**

Song Saturday: Pendulum -Watercolour

55 Flash Fiction Friday: The Doppelganger

"Isn't a doppelganger usually your double?", asked her friend. "Yes," she answered. "but in this case my doppelganger copies me instead of looking like me. My style, my personality... even my blog." She let out a disgusted sigh. "Is her blog any good? the friend asked. "Hell no!" She yelled. Both friends exploded into laughter.

Flash Fiction Friday is hosted by g-man.

Theme Thursday: Palm

In the 15th century Goa along a trade route was a sleepy palm shaded place,
missionaries from the Society Of Jesus were sent for the proselytization race.


Rice was offered to those who would accept a new faith and way of life,
but these "Rice Christians" still kept their old beliefs despite possible strife.



A threat to the Catholic Church and all it stood strangling growth like a boa,
in 1545 St. Francis Xavier asked that the inquisition be brought to Goa.



Anti-Hindu laws were enacted to discourage worship of another kind,
Hindus were forced to listen to preaching in an effort to change their mind.


The inquisition promised to protect the converted to take up the new belief,
Some surrendered their faith while still others escaped and found relief.


It took 450 years until the inquisition was abolished and the records were lost,
16,000 people were tried and 57 sentenced to death paying the ultimate cost.


The fate of many in Goa at the hands at the inquisition is not known,
their stories remain untold under the palm trees that have grown.







For more takes on the theme check out Theme Thursday.

Wordless Wednesday: Meet Me At The Corner Of...

The Heavenly Muse

So where the hell have I been? I've been surviving. I left a relationship four months ago to take control of my own life. Years of being controlled and told what to do and who to talk to had left me a shell of who I imagined I would be at 17. I realized that I had given up on living and had ceased to fight for me. I went with the flow. I was alive but I was not living.

17 years after I had started sleepwalking through life I suddenly woke up. I wanted my freedom. I wanted to live. So I left. Once I left I sank myself financially. I had two little ones who needed daycare and my salary had not suddenly increased. The fear, the worry, the stress... it all took its toll.

I went from being a prolific writer who previously saw positivity in the dark to being unable to articulate myself and seeing life as pointless while my new found sunshine and light blinded my eyes. I wasn't able to write.

I slept with my muse. I kissed it daily. I held it and caressed it. Everyday I pledged my love to it but my muse failed me. As I desperately clung to it trying to get back my inspiration I found myself farther and farther away from who I once was and the work I was once able to create. I was abandoned by my heavenly muse. Everyday we made love and everyday I was left alone. It was slowly killing the spirit within me.

One day I realized that my heavenly muse could only do so much. There were only so many ways to save the drowning. I had to save myself ...again. So I have found my voice again and found me. I have discovered that I'm ready to write again. I have been kissed by my muse and I am inspired.

So.... to put it another way .... I'm baaaaaaaaack!