Watching the NEWS, you will soon start to see more than not a STREAM of bad news. This can cause a person to REGRET watching it. Our world is filled with so many things that can take a person’s CHEER. There are things we hear about and see that are happening . Those things can STING and hurt to our very core. I choose to write and express some of my feelings in blogging. It is a good thing when we can let that stuff DRIFT out of our heads, and away from our hearts.
With EASE we can try to go through life, if we keep our hearts FREE of the hurt. If we live life with no regrets. That does not mean that there won’t be periods of hurt and disappointments, and like watching the news there won’t be turmoil or dying or suffering. The fact is that we do not have to BINGE on all that negativity. We all hang on to our life by a FRINGE of hope. Without hope we have nothing that matters much. There would be no need to ever change things or be optimistic.
TO SAIL through life we need good wind(hope), a good current(optimism), and good weather(experiences). Without those things, we are “dead in the water”.
The Word of the Day is Freeze.
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Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
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I use to think life was going to be kind to us no matter what. Haha, not true. On the contrary, it is not going to happen. Life is what we all make out of what we have been given, regardless of our wants.
Don’t be a DINGY, and believe that you will always have roses and Champagne, instead of sorrow or rain…we get both!
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Are You Coming Over?
The table was set just as it had been for more than sixty years. The place settings grew from two to thirteen in the early years, but for more than forty years, it had been set for two. Marjorie sat at the table and lightly spread orange marmalade on her toast and looked out into the backyard that was once filled with laughter. Now, snow was starting to fall on long silent echoes of the past. She looked across the table at the empty place setting. A silent tear trickled down her cheek.
When she was finished with her morning toast and glass of water, she washed her dishes, put everything away, and listened to the silence. The birds had left weeks earlier and her neighbor poisoned all the squirrels, so it was very quiet now. There used to be ten families of squirrels that would eat, chatter, run, and play all year-long in her garden. Their happiness attracted the winter birds to the garden. She and Bill would sit for hours holding hands and watching the animals play as their child once had.
All was silent now. Their children all grown and long since moved away. Henry and Francis were lost in the war, cancer took Sally, and Benjamin was too busy with his children. She understood. That was the way life worked. Still, it would be nice to hear from him once in a while. She was so tired of the quiet. So very tired.
A light knock on the door caught her by surprise.
“Just a moment,” she called out.
When she opened the door, a little girl in a white summer dress stood on her door step and shivered.
“Goodness,” Marjorie said, “Who are you, and why are you out here in the cold without a coat?”
nothing. Marjorie could not understand why this young girl was all alone and most certainly without proper clothes, Since the little girl was not speaking, Marjorie tugged at her arm and pulled her inside the warm house.
It was obvious that this little girl did not come from a home where there was enough money and things. Her feet were very dirty and her hair looked as if she had not ever seen sight of a hairbrush. Underneath her fingernails appeared to be dirt or mud. She was very dirty in appearance and Marjorie was feeling more pity as she studied the little girl who was before her.
The little girl said nothing, but gave special attention to the pictures Marjorie had upon her walls. She also rubbed the frames each one by one with her fingers as if to study the woodwork. She remained quite but acted as if she knew this house and all that was inside it, like an old friend. It puzzled Marjorie but her thoughts gave way to finding some warm clothes and running the little girl a very hot bath, with which to bathe herself. Her mind also thought that perhaps she should call the police and report this little girl to them, but she felt a sense of nurturing and wanted to make the little girl as comfortable and warm ass possible.
Although the little girl did not respond she acted as if she knew where the bathroom was and led her own self up the staircase and into the vicinity of the bathroom, waiting for Marjorie to follow in behind her. Marjorie dismissed this odd and strange coincidence as that little girl must have heard the running tub water, Although in the back of her mind she was starting to get uneasy at how comfortable this mute little girl was, in her house.
Marjorie found some clothes and handed them to the little girl and told the little girl to go ahead and wash her self, put on her clothes and then come downstairs and that she would find her something to eat. The little girl just stared at Marjorie for a couple of very silent seconds and then turned towards the bathroom, went inside, gave another look at Marjorie and then shut the door behind her. Marjorie said to herself, “Well I think she knows what a bath is at least.” It appeared that way at least.
In just a little under an hour Marjorie was so sad and feeling so very lonely, yet now she had a complete stranger in her own bathroom, with no explanation or resolution as to how or why. “Stranger things have happened”, she thought to herself. Or have they? She quickly went about looking for something with which to feed the little girl when she came downstairs. She remembered that once there was a story kind of similar that appeared in the local newspaper.
It was a grim story though and the ending was way to tragic to think upon. The story went on to speak of a little girl who apparently showed up at the door of a person living near where Marjorie lives now. The little girl was also mute and found to be very strange and yet very comfortable around these people, just like this one Marjorie had in her house. The story went on to write about the investigation of this little girl and showed that this little girl had been abused by her mother and father and then buried alive out back of her family’s yard, while still alive. The little girl in that story actually unburied herself, and never was the same. Although the house she stumbled upon took her in and tried desperately to help her, the little girl had remained mute and eventually was found hung ni the storage building out back.
No one wanted to rehash that story up since there was such mystery surrounding it and such tragedy. Marjorie recognized the similarities in that story and the happening with this little girl, could it be the same child? “Preposterous” , she thought. Maybe it was her own grief clouding her mind and judgement.
Worth A Thousand Words (WATW)
For this prompt, simply take in the photo below and let it inspire you. Follow where ever it may lead and take us along with you.
Each Halloween the children played their spooky and silly games. This year though as in years past, something was lurking. No one noticed that their shadows upon the wall were acting on their own accord. The shadows were alive.
The children were so busy in their games that they failed to see the way their shadows were conspiring to overtake them. A simple game of bobbing for apples was being turned into a game of chance.
Would the children see that they were not acting on their own but that the shadows were controlling their every move. Would Sally actually dive for an apple and end up at the bottom of the pail of water drowned? Would the pumpkin that was lit beside of Angie turn into a fiery flame and gulf the children in its power?
The shadows of children past had done this type of thing. No one could explain the death of all those children in the past. This Halloween the shadows were back at it. They preyed on the innocence of children and made them vulnerable to attacks and most certain deaths.
Un suspecting and trusting were the children, This made them easy to haunt and control. If only their were adults watching those children as they played…but alas they were not around.