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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)

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”

Realistic Illusions

Realistic Illusions- R&R Ramblings

‘The lines, the curves, it so draws the eye. Don’t you think?’ She asked tipping her manicured nail against her chin.

Eyes squinted, head titled, he said, ‘I quite agree. The way the colours blend into a sense of surrealism.’ Continue reading “Realistic Illusions”

Tribal

Tribal- R&R Ramblings
The flames reflected the war paint smeared across hair and faces which only pronounced the shine in their eyes. The aroma of cooked liver and fried cables mingled with melting plastic that sizzled beneath the flames. The bass bellowed from the stereo competed with heartbeats as adrenaline spiked to the raw heavy metal pounding their ears.
 Ripped from a dream, the lights came on, and the sound stopped mid-metallic-scream.
 ‘What the hell is going on out here?’ The man’s voice echoed across the courtyard. Continue reading “Tribal”

Mirrored

Mirrored - R&R Ramblings

Was she

worth knowing

the beautifully tragic

miming merriment faker

riding her own merry-go-round

silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored”

Time

Time - R&R Ramblings

The cold floor beneath her feet was invigorating as she skipped with the taste of freedom coursing through her veins. With one step after the other, her smile grew wider. The scents of sweet fresh air, the view of trees and flowers in the garden were brimming with life and colour. So unlike the flowers she’d watched wither away, and now no longer needed.

She waved to the nurses at the counter. Giggled at the cheeky orderlies who brought Continue reading “Time”

Guilty

Guilty - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

Red-rimmed eyes darted at each new arrival. She licked down-turned lips, her chin quivered and skin splotchy. Shoulders stooped from her white knuckled arm grip as she sunk in stature to stare at her shoes.

Was she sad? Scared? Or wearing her own brand of guilt? Continue reading “Guilty”

Code Broke

Code Broke - RuralRomanticRamblings.com

 

“Help me look,” urged Ricky.

“For what?” asked Luke.

“There’s a code hidden in the paint work.” Continue reading “Code Broke”

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