Thanks for the giggle, Story Reading Ape. 🙂
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I have to say, I celebrated the end of the Lenten period by showing myself extremely generous.
a) I helped a little friend of mine to generously apply something similar like sunscreen all over him.
b) I permitted him to relax all day and significantly cool down before offering him more fun
c) I gave that same little friend of mine a free sauna visit
d) Then my little friend got some more time to relax before finally I permitted him to serve his big purpose…
Let me introduce me to my little friend BEFORE my generosity:
And just before he served his purpose: to feed me. 🙂
This, for today, is how I celebrate tomorrow’s Easter Holiday.
I do wish you, my dear loyal followers, readers, commenters, friends and all your loved ones and families:
Small and chatty and hunts at dawn
quick and fast, shows up and is gone.
He wants to be a predator and as well a wiz
but more a creep and fake, that’s what he is.
All kinds of sorts do exist in our – and animals world
a mouse one, a fire-one, the fur straight or curled;
a back stripe one, and as well one with naked feet
up mountains, in the forests and tropics can we greet.
We can find him anywhere we might go
in grass, at waters, and up hills is where they grow.
He’s got teeth, but don’t mean danger
he might look familiar and still be stranger.
He might be related to the mink,
but no reason for pride, it’s no close link.
He’s got a tail – he thinks it’s long
but don’t get fooled, he’s very wrong.
When we see one don’t be sad or shy
in case he resembles some familiar guy.
I know a man and I didn’t sniff diesel
who’s just like our animal today – a weasel.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, April 2017)
For a moment I considered telling you my life was dabbling and boring and nothing exciting ever happened, but that’s simply not true. I had many highlights in my life. And if they weren’t there, I produced them. I had ups and downs, some of my decisions were good, others not so much, but I was never bored in my life, not even for one minute.
But there is one thing I’m missing until now: I never had the chance to wear a ballroom gown. Yes, I know, there’s prom… but unfortunately not for me. The reason for that will be staying in the shadows. It just didn’t happen. So, no prom, no gown.
Lately, I was thinking about the gown I would have probably picked. I mean, we agree that every girl and woman once in her lifetime wants to feel like a princess, right? I therefore very much suspect my prom gown would have looked something like this:
I know… it couldn’t be more opulent and flamboyant, right? I still think the dresses are somehow cute. But not for me. I think the blue one would have been closest to my choice back then. It’s cute, I love the cold color palette, and I had been enthusiastic about the different layers of fabric. I would have looked like the strolling version of a sparkling mosquito net, but I had been happy.
Well, my prom age is a few years back. (I love the expression ‘a few.’ It’s extendable). Would I pick one of these now, or did my taste completely change?
You bet it changed. Should I ever have the chance of going to a ball, soiree, dance party where evening gowns are demanded, I would more pick something like this:
But most likely, and because I am who I am, I’d show up in a dress very similar to this one (with different shoes of course since I like my ankles too much to sacrifice their wellbeing to some murderous instruments like these):
Yes, I know. My taste has significantly changed within the past decade (or more). I got more adult, started preferring more the ‘modest’ and classic style, but with a tiny extra that reveals the noble elegance of what I wear.
But I simply doubt I’d ever be invited to some ball, neither today nor tomorrow and probably not even in the next two or eight months.
What am I going to do to fulfill my personal dream of once in my lifetime looking and feeling like a princess?
Aaaaahhhhh…. my wedding! I love to look at wedding dresses, just like every other woman does too. At current times (April 2017) this article does on no account mean I will get married anytime soon.
At this point, looking at possible future wedding dresses, I found out pretty quickly, my taste has changed here as well.
Haven’t I been dreaming of wearing a dress like Empress Elizabeth of Austria, with wide, expanding crinolines and layers and layers of tulle, silk, lace, silver or gold and an enormous train?
This would not be too comfortable, but at least I ensured that I’d spend the day more or less alone since guests, family, and groom would politely stay at least 6 feet away not to endanger polluting my wedding dress nor stepping on it.
Breathtaking, aren’t’ they? And about as comfortable as spending the night on a bed of nails. Fifteen years (or a few more) ago, I had picked one of these without hesitating. Nowadays I’d rather let my fingernails be pulled out than being forced to get married in such a monstrosity. I’m not saying they are not beautiful. More the opposite. I’m only saying, they would look awful on me.
Then I found two other extravagant wedding gowns which made me burst out into laughter. They’re hilarious. I’m trying to imagine how I’d be looking in this dress below on the left: probably like some exploded cotton candy.
And how about the one on the right? AJ costumed as the walking bird flu.
What would I pick now to get married in? Yes… the same simple, classically elegant dress I think would best show who I am.
And should you ever see a wedding from far, where the bride is blond and wearing this dress, then it’s most likely going to be me, taking my last chance ever to wear a beautiful gown. (And promising the love of my life everlasting support, faithfulness, confidence amongst a few other things).
All pictures are courtesy of: www.pinterest.com
Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and daughter, Taiya. She has always been a fan of fantasy and was inspired to become a story-teller by George Lucas, but didn’t start considering writing down her stories until she reached her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing dark fantasy and paranormal thrillers.
She is currently publishing her monthly Shadow Stalker serial, and she has published a prequel novella to the series called, Demon Hunt. She is also working on a new series of novels, A God’s Deception.
Aside from writing, she loves reading (fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and doing crafts and science experiments with her daughter. Visit her site for more information and a free copy of Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 – 6): http://reneescattergood.com
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Auren is coerced into returning to the Dark Isle, but when Makari is betrayed and forced into hiding, she knows she can’t stay. Will Kado stand in her way?
Kado closed the distance between us. “Auren, I’m taking you from this place. You can either come or your own free will or by force.”
Tamir tensed next to me. I held my hand up to stall whatever he was planning. I didn’t need this turning into a fight, especially in front of Jade. Physically she was healing well, but her mind was still fragile.
“If I go with you—“
“If?” Kado arched an eyebrow.
“’If’ I go with you, we have to take Jade as well, and you have to promise me you’ll return her to Deakan on Appolia before we return to the Dark Isle.”
“It’s not possible, Auren. You can give birth any day now. Makari will keep Jade safe for the time being.”
Jade grabbed tightly onto my arm.
I stood my ground. “I won’t leave without her.”
“Let’s move,” he whispered.
He turned towards the mountains to lead us on a more difficult path. So much for taking the easier route through the pass. It wouldn’t likely slow the dogs, but it might slow their handlers and the dogs wouldn’t stray far from them. By the time we started up the mountain, the dogs were getting closer.
“Keep going,” Kado told me. “I’m going to lead them away from you and I’ll catch up.”
Kado strode off. Jade watched him with panic in her eyes.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be back soon,” I assured her.
“Yeah, but what if they come after us?”
Jade rested her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “It must have been hard realizing you knew nothing about who you really were.”
“It was, but at the same time at least I finally understood why Kado was so protective of me. Even then, the Galvadi were hunting for me. And I didn’t make it easy for him. He was trying to keep us off their scanners, while I was doing everything possible to gain some freedom.”
“That’s pretty scary. I wonder if you ever came close to being captured even then.”
I shrugged. “Kado never said anything, but then he’s not one to rehash the past unless there’s something to gain from it.”
Jade sighed. “Does Kado hate me?”
‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ exists now for merely two years. I would say, I have built a nice and supportive audience and wonderful people following and reading and commenting regularly.
This blog was always ever thought of being a writer’s blog. Supporting other authors, posts about writing, re-blogging from other author’s blogs. That’s what it should be.
Occasionally I throw in some small personal posts like Happy… (whatever holiday comes up) and a very few personally important articles like the ‘National Anthem’ day, my showing up on a couple of radio shows or the BOAW blog fest participation posts.
Lately, I was involved in a discussion about fashion. Questions came up, and I had tons of fun thinking about it when all of a sudden the devil on one of my shoulders whispered: “This would be a fun blog post.”
But then there was the little angel on the other shoulder replying: ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ is a writer’s blog. Trivial fashion articles are not to be posted.”
I know, my little angel is right. ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ is a writer’s blog. But is there anything that speaks against an occasional personal blog post?
And here I’m not sure what to think. My devil ain’t happy with me – nor my angel, if it comes to that. I wouldn’t be surprised if these two started fighting.
But that’s not the point.
I’d like to hear your opinion: What should I – or can I do? Am I supposed to let an occasional personal article show up on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ or is the blog to be left alone the way it is? What do you think? Please help me out.
After a long time I finally made it again to re-blog The Story Reading Ape’s ‘Monday Funnies’ on a Monday. I’m so proud. 😀