Once upon a time when big bad was being barbecued Save The Wolf Foundation organized a massive protest. Almost ten people showed up each flashing a sign for cameras to catch. They screamed, yelled and whined. Then they stood in line to get some of that yummy wolf barbecue.
Save The Wolf had often been diagnosed as “terminally miserable”. Today their taste buds protested by deciding to live happily ever after.
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Denise offers “sign” as the word to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Dale offers the prompt “what’s flowering where you are” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
I did find an unusual white blossom recently. The first two photos show it.
The last photo is of a palm tree that I have not seen flowering, but I like the shape of the leaves.
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I don’t know what this tree is, but it was blooming recentlyThis picture includes some of the leafThis isn’t flowering, but it is growing where I am now
Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf who liked to eat. Big bad ate this and big bad ate that. Once big bad ate a lad who cried “Wolf! Wolf!” even when big bad was minding its own business.
Eventually, like always, big bad got hungry again and wondered what might be on the menu besides the garbage he’s been eating on the ground.
It’s surprising, but true, that ordinary town folk do smarten up given enough time and motivation and this time when big bad returned they decided to give it a taste of its own medicine by trapping it and – gulp – eating it in spite of protests organized by Save The Wolf Foundation.
When the town folk did as they planned to do and big bad got his just deserts, they all lived happily ever after except for the protestors who would have been unhappy no matter what happened, but that’s another tale I probably won’t bother to tell, although I just might.
In case anyone is wondering, as I was, there is no actual Save The Wolf Foundation. I searched for one and AI told me to stop wasting my time: The search results do not contain specific information about an organization named “Save The Wolf Foundation”.
Once upon a time there was a lad who noticed how highly the town folk honored those who warned the town of the big bad wolf. Wanting some of that honor for himself, he cried, “Wolf! Wolf!”, even though there was no wolf to be seen.
He did get the desired attention and admiration and so the next day and the next and the next, he did it again and again and again. After the tenth day of this even gullible folk could read the mark on the lad’s forehead saying, Don’t believe anything this kid has to say.
One day the real big bad wolf reappeared and the lad cried, “Wolf! Wolf!” None of the town folk came to chase the wolf away, figuring it was imaginary, and everyone, except for the lad who became the main course of the wolf’s dinner, lived happily ever after – that is, until the wolf got hungry again, but that’s another tale.
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Denise offers the prompt word “mark” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
They are close to where we are currently staying, but not where we normally live.
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People live in buildings like those in the distance. There is one still being constructed as well.Other places where people live especially if they have boatsIn the distance are condos if you look past the bicycle, the people, the palm trees and the whatever-it-is art
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Some of my poetry was recently published in The Short of It. I am grateful to the editor for accepting them.
With the sounds of battle coming from the enemy’s gates the sergeant told Philippe, “Write down every miracle.”
Philippe told him that he couldn’t think of a single one.
The sergeant responded, “Then open your eyes.”
Philippe told him that his eyes were open, but there were no miracles to be seen.
The sergeant knew Philippe wasn’t ready to be launched like a rock against the gates of hell, but with the battle raging the sergeant had time only for a brief deliverance or mini exorcism – words of command given to the demonic mountain to move – before he turned to the next soldier.
But that was all Philippe needed for the grays to wash clean with brand new bright light.
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Denise offers the prompt word “brand” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 