The day is warm. The sky is bright.
I don't know why I worry so.
The witches have refused to go,
But have they ever? Where there's Light
There never is a need for fright.
It's true that sometimes things do seem
More like a nightmare than a dream
Like wizardry raised to the sky.
What wealth that brings will make you cry
And turn true peace into a scream.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 where the rhyme word “fright” should be used in the A line of a decima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
A very short story of mine, “Dream”, was published in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it for the Tiny Terrors theme.
The foreign interests used the pleasures of wealth and sex as the foundation of their plan to blackmail those with political, judicial or media power. The moral character of a good many across this spectrum was weak enough that they took the bait.
When the foreign interests informed those entrapped of the incriminating evidence possessed against them, they realized they were compromised. They should have resigned and faced the appropriate punishments exposing the infiltration of those foreign interests in the process. Instead they decided it was safer for them to do what the foreign interests told them to do.
That is, it was safer until those with stronger moral character exposed them and drained their putrid swamp.
Linked to Six Sentence Story where Denise offers the prompt word “foundation”.
“These fools no longer believe in anything. Before if you said headless they’d have had enough brains to say horseman. Now they don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
That brought a round of cackling.
“We’ve got every pretentious intellectual asserting they follow the science without realizing our academic stooges rigged their stupid science.”
How they love cackling.
“They don’t even know how rigged things are. Their media, their major corporations and those god-awful, pompous academics wallow in our swamp and most of them don’t even know it. They think they’re doing good.”
More cackling.
“They think they’re saving the planet.”
Cackle!!
“The absolute stupidest worship our own lord Satan.”
Cackle! Cackle!
“Well, some do know, but they’re weak. Their Jehu was a prayer. He was too little too late. We deluded or we compromised everyone into slandering him.”
Ringworm continued gloating. The other demons were hoping he was right, but since so much was fake after Ringworm’s monkeying they weren’t sure what was going on. However, no one could deny Ringworm was a genius.
“We’ll bring this country down!”
There was more cackling, stomping and braindead merrymaking until a frightened sentinel rushed in and shouted, “JEHU WON THE ELECTION!”
“WHAAAAT! Battle stations! The swamp, my precious murky, putrid swamp, he’ll drain it!”
Linked to Ronovan WritesThe 13 Writing Challenge where the word count should be less than or equal to 513 and congruent to 13 modulo 100. Mine is 213 words. There are plenty of other scary constraints besides it being due today, October 28th, which is a Wednesday the 13th modulo 15 of the month. So hurry. The headless horseman is chasing you.
For those who aren’t familiar with Jehu, see 2 Kings chapters 9 and 10. For those who want more stories of the antics of similar demons, see C.S. Lewis’s TheScrewtape Letters. For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, watch the following video. Now if that isn’t scary, I don’t know what is.
The vertical rise of the morning sun
Carries our hope when the day’s begun.
Though the darkness returns in late afternoon
Then the dreams, those sweet dreams, show the dreamer what's true.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Prompt where Dales offers the theme “vertical”. The top photo looks vertically into the forest canopy. The bottom shows a contrast between the vertical trees and the flat region that has been cut as part of forest management.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The forest preserve has been beautiful and the weather has provided many opportunities to enjoy it. Even after a rain, I smiled.
Another reason for a smile is that a very short story of mine, “Cliff”, appeared in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it.
The big news is that the same outlet claims that (a) Communist China owns Joe Biden; (b) Joe Biden sold out CIA assets in China who were then executed or imprisoned; and (c) GTV has millions of images showing other presumably influential people in comprising positions.
Andrea Widburg, “Forget the Hunter Biden sex tapes. The real news is much bigger than that.” American Thinker, October 25, 2020 (Found on Citizen Free Press)
Once Donald Trump wins the election on November 3rd, the draining of the American swamp can begin. I hope to see Ruby Giuliani leading that. Here is another message from him, Episode 79.
A sign I saw at a rally in Northbrook, Illinois, on October 24, 2020, and Donald Trump was not even there to draw the crowd.
I am a registered Democrat in Miami Beach, Florida. I voted for the President, Donald Trump, and I predict he will win on November 3rd. Then I predict he, along with the help of others, will drain this swamp.
I am grateful that the Senate confirmed Amy Coney Barrett as an Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court with a vote of 52 to 48.
We all need forgiveness. What a blessing when the realization of that sinks in. Then repentance can come. With repentance comes change. With change comes the awesome experience of joy knowing we are released from self-centered addictions. With joy we can finally see the whole process as miraculous.
It puzzles me how any patriotic American with half a conscience could vote for Joe Biden.
There is evidence of corruption on Hunter Biden’s laptop reported by the New York Post. Toni Bobulinski has confirmed Joe Biden’s involvement providing evidence to the FBI and U.S. Senate. PJ Media reports that Kamala Harris may also be involved.
Many people who enjoy slandering Donald Trump don’t realize that they are being played. They are not themselves in the swamp. They have not been corrupted nor blackmailed by foreign interests. They have not received financial reward for the service of their hatred. They have just been deluded by these powerful swamp denizens. The swamp should be the focus of their energy, not Trump, but it appears they can’t even see it.
When these misguided people finally realize what’s going on, and refocus their energies where they should be, it will be amazing how fast we see this swamp drained with their righteous help.
I am a registered Democrat in Miami Beach, Florida. I voted for the President, Donald Trump, and I predict he will win on November 3rd. Then I predict he, along with the help of others, will drain this swamp.
I am grateful that the Senate confirmed Amy Coney Barrett as an Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court with a vote of 52 to 48.
This woods is gorgeous, but it has a peculiar swamp.
Those who’ve found it became wealthy from unethical dealings. Envious of their wealth others found it. They became wealthy, too, but at similar costs. If the swamp knew you might pay, it would appear to you.
Decades later their bodies putrefied. Neighbors heard the screams. They prayed for a miracle that the curse of putrefaction be removed.
A traveling preacher advised them, “Accept Jesus, repent and turn from your immorality.” They hissed back, “We’ll repent to any stupid God you like, but that money, our money, belongs to us.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s October 22 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the challenge of a spooky tale told around a campfire.
When things went well I'd rarely say
I ought to credit God or fate,
Statistically at any rate.
I took full credit for my day
At least when outcomes went my way.
The magic dust no one could see
I thought I sprinkled liberally.
I don't know why I gave up this.
I did. Perhaps it was that kiss,
That slap, of Grace that conquered me.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use the word “fate” in the B lines of a décima having the rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 