Showing posts with label playtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playtime. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Silly Sausage

He approached us with a squint in his eye and a low growl. My eyes darted left and right, looking for escape. I ran right to freedom. My sister veered left, right into his path. He sprang towards her, as she shrieked. There was no way to outrun his grasp.

He wrapped his big arms around her and lifted her into the air. I looked on, unable to react. She was at his mercy.

A blanket lay draped over the nearby couch. He grasped it and threw it on the ground, followed closely by my poor sister. She wriggled in his grasp, but was doomed to her fate. A chortle escaped him.

He laid her at the edge of the fringed blanket and tucked the end underneath her. Then he proceeded to roll her into its soft embrace. It was too much. I cried out and lunged at him, but his laughter drowned out all noise. I was no match for his strength. I watched helpless as she was spun into the blanket’s hold.

When he reached the end of the roll, he stood up. Her head and little stumps of legs stuck out either end. It was hopeless to even attempt escape.

With a snicker he tickled her little bare feet until she screamed with laughter.

A belly laugh erupted from his frame as my uncle chucked her under the chin.

“My silly sausage,” he remarked to our delight.

 “My turn,” I cried!

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To challenge myself and work on improving my writing I have enrolled in an online creative writing class. Our first assignment was to write a 250-word piece on a childhood memory. The class has commented and offered their two-cents worth.

Now it is your turn. Bring on the constructive criticism. How would you grade me?

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Summer Fun



The rag-taggle days of summer are
filled with joy and smiles




With meandering trips 
and sun-tinged dips


we've enjoyed the life 
thus far



Memories
and moments
are captured full
and often
on the fly


How can one
but possibly 
choose
any other season
to ally?


Aye, forsooth
these lazy days
are rampant
and addictive

but comes the day
when play must away
and to writing again
I'll be captive

so just for today
I welcome the delay
and raise cheers 
to summer-time 
fun


tomorrow will rise
with responsibilities
I do surmise
but for now
I live for the sun





Friday, May 4, 2012

Through My Child's Eyes

What do we have here? 
A furry creature draws near...
Sneaking closerup on the bed

Until before me
I see his head!

GOTCHA!

*Brought to you by the resident 5 yr-old who gets ahold of my camera every once in a while...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Dark Path...


I can faintly see shapes littering the path ahead of me. Eyes seem to peer through the gloom watching my every step. Is it too late? Should I turn back now?

Noo!


It is playtime at my house this morning, as I pen a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man. Go visit him and see what else is on offer this week. If you dare...

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