Golden Leaves

The end of September is approaching, and we've had the Autumn Equinox just last Friday.  Learning this and seeing the leaves start to turn golden gave me the inspiration for this piece.

The Golden Leaves
     That is always the first sign
Today the sky is clear
     Tomorrow the sky is grey
Today the day is sunny
     Tomorrow the day is raining
Yesterday was June's Solstice
     Tomorrow will be December's
People talk of their lives' autumns
     I wish we autumn hints of oncoming end
I wish autumn is taken by her beauty
     I see autumn as Nature's display of herself
Look at the great towering trees
     Nature is painting them golden once again
The leaves will snow brown upon our gardens
     The leaves will be raked, be swept and be sent
From our gardens tidy
     To become part of the ground again
They may be slow at first
     But there will be a flood of them
If you don't know what I mean
     Then look out your window and look
For they're coming again
     Look out for the Golden Leaves.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.

Description by Cliches

This piece was another writing homework I was asked to do involving as many cliches as possible.  I had to look up what cliches there are.  See how many cliches there are in this piece.  I hope that you'll enjoy this piece.

Henrietta entered the room, approached and past nearly very man she spied, but they failed to spy her in return.  Finally, she spied a group of three men of about mid-thirties and she approached them and burst into describing herself in a loud voice that all fell silent in the room.
     "I'm as bright as a button.  I'm dressed in my favourite pink dress as it matches the pink rosin my combed hair.  It makes my waist as thin as a tyre.  My face has the whitest makeup that matches my white teeth when I smile my red lips that match the cherries from the cherry orchard next to my rose garden, where I got the rose in my hair, which is as fair as a glowing summer sun.  I'm light as a feather that makes me wish to dance with any man who falls in love with my beauty and wishes to dance with me.  Would any of you three wish to dance me? How would you like describe me? I'm as bright a button."
     How fast she said all of it, I must confess, I don't know.  But according to a grandfather clock on the far side, she said it all in twenty-five seconds.  I could have barely say it all in an hour.
     The first man of the three, a man that looked like he was full of beef, spoke, "I can describe your face."
     "Can you?" Henrietta asked, full of excitement, "Please do."
     "You have a face that would scare a dog out of a butcher shop."  Came the answer before the dance hall burst into laughter.
     Henrietta turned to the second man, "What about you?" She asked, hopeful for a better answer.
     The second man, who had beefy arms to match the first man's beefy chest, answered simply, "You have a face like a bag of spanners."  The dance hall burst into laughter again, they were enjoying this.
     "And I can describe your face in a third way."  Popped up the third man, "You have a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp."
     The dance hall laughed again, this was too much.
     "That's it!" Henrietta spoke up, "I'm telling the butcher, the car engineer and the police commissioner about this."
     "That's easy for you."  The third man replied.
     "How?"
     "I'm the butcher."  Answered the first man.
     "I'm the car engineer."  The second man went on.
     "And I'm the police commissioner."  The third man finished.
     "But then I'm complaining to you."
     "Yes."  Came the three voiced answer.
     "And if I may add," the butcher went on, "The sight before me is as ugly as a hat full of holes."
     "And," the car engineer jumped in, "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
     "And finally," the police commissioner spoke up, "I've heard complaints that you're all fur coat and no knickers."
     "I have never been so insulted in my life!" Henrietta declared before she turned heel and stormed out of the laughing dance hall, its guests happy that they will have a Henrietta-free dance night.
     After all, everyone's a critic.

Here's a link to a website with a list of cliches.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post again soon.

40th Blog Post - Happy Valentine's Day

It'e Valentine's Day.

Here are links to some of my posts, I think could be related to Valentine's Day.

For Glasses, here three boys hope to be picked by a girl to go on a date, while Edward's new glasses causes problems for him.
For Open Heart, a piece describing a girl called Grace.
For Many Summer Have Passed, for a piece involving a train driver when he's arranged to to have a picnic.

Happy Valentine's Day.

I hope to post again soon.

Many Summers Have Passed

I wrote this piece a homework for the writing class I attend.  The task was choose our favourite song, then choose a line for the theme or or the title of the story.  This piece involves the character Chris, a train driver, who I have posted about before, and I hope to expand this piece into a full story.  The title comes from a line of the song Fields of Gold, originally by Sting in 1993, here's a link to music video of the song.  However, it was the version sung by Lisa Kelly when she was part of the Irish group, Celtic Woman, that got me hooked to the song.  I hope that you'll enjoy this piece.

"I'm coming."  Chris told Helen as she lead him into to the barley field.  She was looking very excited.  

     "We don't want to be late."  She kept saying.  

     "Who is 'we'?" The train driver asked before noticing Freya waiting for them with a picnic displayed across the ground.  Both girls smiled as Chris marvelled the sight.  

     A red and white checker cloth, a wicker basket, plates, knifes and forks with sliced bread, butter, jam, cheese, biscuits and bottles of pop.  

     "What's the occasion?" Chris asked the girls.  

     "We thought you'd like picnic."  Helen answered, still smiling.  

     Chris looked at them closely.  

     "When you say 'we', I'm guessing that Hayley knows of this too.  Where is she?" 

     "She's coming."  Freya answered.  "There she is."  She pointed to the gate Chris and Helen had just come from and the three looked towards it.  Chris recognised Freya's twin sister and her companion, it was Jennifer, who was wearing a long red country dress to match her long brown hair.  Both she and Chris looked at each other as she approached the small gathering.  

     "What's going on here?" Jenny asked, eyeing the three girls watchfully.  

     "We've made this picnic for you."  Helen explained, "We thought you would like to have a peaceful time to yourselves."  

     The two adults looked at the girls and at themselves, both of them unable to stop smiling.  

     "And we thank you very much."  Jenny replied with a nod of the head.  

     "See you later."  The young ladies said before they walked away very joyful.  Chris was sure he heard them chuckle.  

     "They are priceless."  Jenny spoke as she sat down on the picnic cloth before she was joined by Chris who said, 

     "I suppose that's why they're so loveable."  

     "Do you remember when we first met?" 

     "I do, it was at that very field gate we passed through coming here.  I had just been to an inheritance hearing of a distant family member, where Io got this pocket watch," here he drew out his said watch and held it, "Father hoped for a title of some sort but he got a small fortune instead.  I was afraid of what my friends would think of me.  But Danny came and found me here and talked me round.  We were just leaving when I saw you pass by."  

     "I had an argument with my father about his marriage to my stepmother."  Jenny spoke, "I couldn't see any reason for  what made him divorce my mother so he could remarry.  Coming to these fields helped me clear my head.  When I saw you with Danny, I wondered if you two were the infamous Chris and Danny, and yet, I couldn't believe it when I found out that you were."  

     The two adults looked out at the field in the valley beyond.  

     "Many summers have passed since those summer days."  Jenny went on.  "Life has changed so much.  You and Danny at Phaford Bridge, you and Helen, and we were engaged."  

     Chris looked at Jenny.  

     "Were engaged?" 

     She looked at him.  

     "Well, you changed so much.  You're a survivor and now an adopted father to Helen.  How can I match that?" 

     "I can think of one way." 

     "How?" 

     Chris shrugged as he answered, "Well, first not let this picnic Helen and your half-sisters prepared for us go to waste.  Second, pick a date.  And third, see our children run in this field as the sun goes down."  

     Jenny's smile widened.  "I'd love that."  

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post again soon.

The Open Heart

Here's another piece I did for the writing class I've attended.  One homework was of the theme "The Open Heart".  I hope that you'll enjoy this piece.

The open heart of Grace is unbelievable.
     Go to her with very bad day, thought and troubled heart and she can lighten up the day and make your heart all the less troubled.  The only daughter of Henry and Emily, Grace made them feel totally blessed having a fair haired girl with such an open heart that caused everyone around her to fall in love with her for her kindness to them.  Everyone loves the open heart of Grace.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post again soon.

Davidina's Questions

Here's another piece of Davidina, who I've posted about before two years ago.  Don't worry about the name, I found the name while looking through a list of names, and it got my attention, and I felt that it would make a good name.  This piece is set a while before previous post.  I hope you'll enjoy this piece.

Davidina sat beside her father Frederick Boak in what felt like their hundredth hotel room of their world wide tour.  He was all for going to bed, but she wasn't to let him escape again.
     "father, tell me about mother."
     "Oh not again my dear."  Frederick groaned, "I'm tried."
     "Please father."
     "Why do you want to know?"
     "You don't talk about her.  All you've ever said is that you both were forced to separate, you love her and you hope she loves you back."
     "What more can I say?"
     "Her name, her family and why she isn't with us."
     "It's complicated my dear."
     "How is it? A simply love story, how more complicated can it be?"
     "You may not understand."
     "Why can'n I be the judge of that?"
     "Because I lived it, not you."  Frederick answered.  "You just got caught in the middle."
     "Father please tell me."
     "Why rake the past?"
     "The past is always raked up I've heard.  Please."
     Frederick sighed.  "Fine then, but promise not to tell anyone."
     "I promise father."

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St. Ensay - Hunters on a Slope

I wrote this piece at the writing class I go to.  The subject that was mentioned int he class was location.  Having already written a piece I'm hoping to expand on a homework piece I did, I decided to work the pieces together.  The setting of this piece is on a fictional island in the Outer Hebrides, and in this piece, two men are hunting deer.

On the western slope of Ben Ensay of the Outer Hebrides island, St. Ensay, one can see the setting of the sun giving off a blood red glow to the sky.  The green grass lent back and forth with the sea breeze coming from the Atlantic along with the wild flowers.
     Douglas and Hugh walked along the contours of the slope, hunting rifles in their arms, coats fastened tightly and their heads tight in their hats.  They knew that it was time to return to their hunting lodge, but they haven't had a shot all day, their prey, a wild deer, either too far to shoot, or nowhere is sight.  Douglas is sure that the deers could be in the small forest further down the slope.  Hugh is equally sure that the deers are further up and round the slope.  One place they agreed that isn't an option is the ever mysterious research cite that has the security force of Fort Knox.  Nobody goes near that place.  And nobody comes out.
     "What a way to end first day of hunting season."  Douglas was saying, but speaking his thoughts out loud didn't improve his mood.
     "We've still got a week left."  Hugh replied, trying to sound encouraging, but even he didn't feel encouraged.
     "Where are the deer?"
     "Maybe we'll find them in the morning."
     "I won't sleep till I shoot one."  Douglas snapped.
     "Sorry."  Hugh could only say.
     "Where are the deer?" Douglas repeated.
     "Wait."  Hugh spoke softly.
     "What?"
     "Listen."
     They listened.  They heard it, the sound of an approaching animal; a deer.
     They readied their rifles and waited.  The sound grew louder.  They pressed their rifles up upon their shoulders.  Then they paused to think.
     A deer ran round the slope past them and they watched as it ran on, now down the slope.
     "I thought that deers run away from hunters, not towards and past them."  Douglas spoke.
     "I think it was frightened."  Hugh nodded towards the fleeing wild animal.
     "Frightened?" Douglas asked.  "Of what?"
     Then a sound caught their ears from where the deer had come from.  They raised their rifles again.
     "Who's there?" Douglas called out.
     No answer.
     "I said, who's there?"
     No answer.
     The hunters observed the slope against the darkening sky.  Then they heard it, gurgling hiss.
     "We know you're there.  We can hear you."  Douglas shouted as the final ray of daylight sank into the sea.  "Show yourself."
     Then they saw it.  "What the heck is that?" Douglas exclaimed before it darted towards him.  "Stop, or we will shoot!" Still it came.  "This is your final warning!" Same reaction.
     Two rifles spoke into the sunset.

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  I hope to post another piece soon.