Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Scribble lounge prompt #1

 Scribble lounge prompts.  For more prompts click on https://www.facebook.com/groups/334466546708489/

Starting word is 'bear'. The first sentence must contain this word. In the next sentence change one letter in the word 'bear', eg 'fear'...For each following sentence change one letter of the previous word.

Creativity is a like a bear.I fear this winter has been too long.The absence of my dear Art, in hiberation, asleep! But now the season has turned, I am awake, I stalk it like a deer. I swallow it whole, lick my lips and follow with a celebratory beer. Ambrosia in a frosted glass, drink to the bountiful future, for now I am a seer. And thus it may seem, that the icy shackles of my doubt have melted away. The seed of my Art - too long dormant - will now have a chance to grow. And this time I will continue to feed it, to keep the fire burning through the winter. It's time to expose my skin and feel the heat of creating once more.

Friday, November 30, 2012

The Death Memoirs

Don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this one...many, many, many years ago...

Last night I dreamt I was alive,
So I waited with bated breath
To feel the sunlight on my skin,
Instead I watched the angents of my death -
The devils with broken wings,
Feast upon my earthly flesh.

They scratched my skin -
This armour that I once lived in,
And I cried out in sorrow,
But still they supped
On this body I left behind
And all the tears that I bled.

Now I watch the seasons go by
As I lay on my bed,
Hidden beneath the roses,
The secret place in which I hide,
Where even angels cannot find.

I live amongst the shadows,
Of the yesterdays that never came,
And the tomorrows that are yet to dawn,
My life is an intangible memory,
A story yet untold.

I yearn to watch the sunset,
To smell the flowers and trees,
I've lived in the shadowlands,
And walked in the darkness
Of the endless silence of my death.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

My Family

I was born in Australia.

My mother was born in Vietnam.
My mother speaks Vietnamese and English to me.

My mother's parents were also born in Vietnam.
I call them ong ngai and ba ngai.
 My mother's family were refugees.  They came to Australia
when my mother was a baby.

 My father was born in Australia.  He tries to speak Vietnamese, but he's not
very good at it. 

Nan was also born in Australia, but Grand-da was not.

Grand-da was born in Northern Ireland.  He migrated to Australia when he was a young man.  He came to Australia looking for work.

I love my famly.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tilly Milligan

Tilly Milligan thought she knew everything,
"The capital of China is Beijing!"
Tilly would spout to anyone she thought wasn't very bright.
This was everyone really within her beady little sight.

Tilly Milligan thought she knew it all.
Although she was barely four feet tall.
She would correct her parents and even her teacher,
with a nasty smile, not her best feature.

"Enough! No more!" they all cried in unison.
"Tilly Milligan must be taught a lesson.
A crafty plan is what we need,
who will volunteer to do the deed?"

"I have a plan," said the baker, Mrs. Wise.
"I'll bake her a pie with a little surprise."
Mrs. Wise had devised a secret recipe.
"T'will stop her conceit, I guarantee."

"A slice of  humble pie is what she really deserves.
Made with lots of peppercorn and chilli preserves,
A spoonful of honey and a pinch of salt,
some cod liver oil and a smidgeon of malt."

"A pie baked for you," said Mrs.Wise.
When Tilly saw it with her greedy eyes,
her mouth began to water and dribble,
"I'll just have a bite, perhaps a little nibble."

In two seconds flat the pie had disappeared
Down the gullet (while everyone cheered).
Tilly bounced around like a silly goat,
Pointing at the fire burning in her throat.

From that day on, not a sound could be heard,
Not one fact, a remark, not even a word.
Tilly Milligan had learnt an important lesson,
From now on she would eat from the delicatessen!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The missing 'A'

I've looked everywhere.
Even over there.

So where could it be?
It's not under the lemon tree.
Could it possibly be somewhere behind me?

Is it over there on top of the bench?
In the bin? Oh, the stench!

Is it hiding in front of my nose?
Or is it squished in between my toes?
Nobody knows!

Follow the dog, he must know.
Nose to the ground, off he goes.

Round and round the gum tree.
One, two, three.
Where could it be?

Oh, I remember now!
I hid it under the terry towel.

I've found the missing letter 'A'.
I can use it now, to spell words like today,
and happy and hooray.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Ryan goes to the moon.

One morning Ryan woke to find an envelope beside his bed. Inside the envelope was an invitation.

Dear Ryan,
Please come to my fancy dress party on the moon.

Your friend Zoonie.

Ryan jumped out of bed excitedly. He had never been to the moon before. Then Ryan had a thought. What am I going to dress up as? He dug deep inside his wardrobe, throwing aside this and that.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, pulling out an eye patch. "I'm going to be a space pirate."

But Ryan had another problem. How was he going to get to the moon?
"I could build a ladder to the moon, I suppose," he thought. "But it would have to be a really tall ladder."
"There must be a quicker way..."

Ryan had an idea. Not just any idea but a brilliant idea.

A few hours passed. Occasionally a bang or thump could be heard from inside the garage. Then finally the door opened to reveal a shiny red rocket.

Not long after that, Ryan was on his way to the moon in his shiny red rocket.

It was night time when Ryan arrived on the moon. Zoonie had lit a great big bonfire where all their friends had gathered. Jacob was dressed as a robot, Liam as an astronaut, Darwinia as a star and Justin as an alien. They ate lots of yummy food and had fun playing games all through the night.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Scribble stories #3

From scribble time with Darwinia. Who knows where the scribbles will take us next?

Hungry Bear, Dragon's Treasure

"Grraw. I'm a hungry bear, Mama."
"And what does a hungry bear want to eat for breakfast?" Mama asked.
"Honey, of course!"
"How about pancakes with honey on top?"
"Grraw. That's Bear for yummy."

After breakfast Darwinia and Mama went outside to do some gardening.
"Twitch, twitch," said Darwinia hopping around. "I'm a rabbit now."
"What do rabbits like to do?" Mama asked.
"They like to dig in the garden and eat carrots, of course!"
So Mama and Darwinia dug up some carrots from the garden. Then Mama washed the carrots and gave one to Darwinia.
"Twitch, twitch," said Darwinia. "That's Rabbit for delicious."

It was time for lunch.
"Snap, snap. I'm a hungry crocodile."
"What does a hungry crocodile eat for lunch?" Mama asked.
"Fish of course!"
"How about a tuna sandwich?"
"Snap, snap. That means 'yes please!' in Crocodile," replied Darwinia.

After lunch it was time for a nap.
"Hoot, hoot. I'm an owl."
"Then it's nap time for the little owl," said Mama.
"But I don't want to go to bed now," grumbled Darwinia.
"All little owls need a rest so that they can grow big and strong, and have enough energy to play with Daddy when he gets home," said Mama as she tucked Darwinia into bed.

After her nap, Darwinia was full of energy and ready to play again.
"Puff, puff,"said Darwinia. "I'm a fire breathing dragon."
"And what do fire breathing dragons do?" Mama asked.
"They look for treasure, of course!"
"In that case I have just the thing for you. I found a treasure map while you were asleep. Shall we go look for the treasure together?"
"Puff, puff. That's Dragon for 'yes please!'."

They looked at the map.
"Hmm, the map says that the treasure is hidden between a rock and a tree. What tree could that be?" Mama asked Darwinia.
Darwinia looked at the treasure map. "There's apples drawn on the tree Mama. It must be the apple tree!"
Darwinia and Mama ran to the apple tree. Beside the apple tree was a large rock and inbetween the two was a shiny blue box.
"We've found the treasure!" shouted Darwinia excitedly.
Together they opened the box. Inside the box there were two golden delicious apples, two golden passionfruit and a bag of gold coins. Of course the coins weren't really made of gold, they were made of chocolate. Mama and Darwinia sat beneath the apple tree and shared the treasure between them.