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R & R Ramblings

Fictional Fingertip Tapping Tales…

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Mel A ROWE

Mel A ROWE is a writer and weekend wanderer, trying not to get too lost outback of North Australia. With an allergy to all things drawn-out and corporately serious, as an internationally published, multi-genre word-player, Mel A ROWE is known to take common characters on uncommon journeys that leads from boardrooms to billabongs, offering that entertaining escape to Happily Ever After. https://www.MelAROWE.com

Mundane Ways

Mundane Ways - R&R Ramblings

‘It’s the perfect gift for that person who has everything.’

‘What is it?’

‘It’s a life clock with camouflaging wristband to suit all wardrobes that counts down the days left in your life. Unfortunately, we can’t guarantee the watch for a lifetime.’

‘Why not? Will the battery run out?’

‘No, fate steps in occasionally with accidental deaths,’ he said with air quotes.

‘You can’t predict a lifespan.’

‘Sure, it’s just science you know.’

‘But this is a life clock.’

‘To beat the mundane days and to help you make better life choices for your future.’

‘I’ll take two.’

 

(100 words)

Side note ~ apparently some scientists have created a life-clock for real!

Would you buy one?

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Suitcase Chains

Suitcase Chains - R&R Ramblings

There is a suitcase of feelings forever shut and shoved beneath the bed

Lost in a field of forgotten flowers and unpicked whatnots

In a place where painted pines pause against the winds

Of bloodied brick-built walls that no one calls home

Its where cracked hearts echo through a stone cold canyon

 holding their hearts like an unshaped shell within.

Now a strained superhero,

a part-time lion tamer,

& a suburban witchdoctor.

Yet her starving ego craves

of a self-love to be saved and runaway — today.

Yet those invisible chains still trap her to the monsters hidden beneath her bed

(100 words)

Pathway

Pathway - R&R Ramblings

As a snowflake stalked a stone into sculptured space

she followed a wish lost in the wind of awakened hope

for a knight’s dream

to end this day-mare.

But was it the end of the beginning

heralded by the howls that echoed through the forest Continue reading “Pathway”

I’m Sorry

I'm Sorry - R&R Ramblings

‘I’m so sorry,’ Bob whimpered, as tears trickled down his cheeks. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I always gave you the smallest serve of the meals. I’m sorry I gave you hottest beer first. I’m sorry I put the chilli in your toothpaste, on the toilet seat, and on the rim of your beer glass. Sorry, I diluted your rum with tea when I pinched your stash. Continue reading “I’m Sorry”

Spring Symphony

Spring symphony - R&R Ramblings

At the splendour of springtimes dawn,

like watching fragile meadow grass shift

his fingers stroked her sun-kissed skin.

Admiring the luxury of layers & subtlety in shading,

she was the rarity in the rising of an unearthed gem.

So scarce a find amongst a thorned forest Continue reading “Spring Symphony”

Residency

 

Residency- R&R Ramblings

Finally, the day was here – the world would stop moving. He couldn’t wait. Standing at the doors with his bag they opened with a hiss. It was only a small step, but it was the biggest one he’d taken in a year. Continue reading “Residency”

Gas-Station Story

Gas Station Story - R&R Ramblings

The window stopped being see-thru

 when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.

The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,

stuck in a faceless insanity spin

she searched for salvation

 off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”

Caterwauling

Caterwauling - R&R Ramblings

Lightbulbs shuddered, and instruments trembled at the screech of a thousand fruit bats on sunrise. It was sirens battling with dolphins in a sonar war Continue reading “Caterwauling”

The House of Hurt

The house of hurt - R&R Ramblings (1)

I was once this country mouse in a big city house

blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.

It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”

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