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The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!
MaineWriter:
--- Quote from: Jeff Wrangler on February 01, 2007, 05:25:08 pm ---This is nice, Fern, really nice. :) ~J.W.
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Jeff, I hope you'll consider penning a few words for the drabblefest!
Hugs,
L
Bigheart:
--- Quote from: haunted_by_bbm on February 01, 2007, 04:21:57 pm ---Tea Party
Saturday, May 11, 1968 3:00 p.m.
Ennis folded his long, lean legs up underneath himself as he sat uncomfortably on the floor, two beaming little girls giggling in front of him.
“That good,” he groaned, even as a smile threatened to dance behind his dark brown eyes.
“Yep,” Jr. nodded emphatically. “See daddy, told you, you could do it.”
Ennis grunted.
“Now,” Jr. began, reaching for the tiny plastic teapot, yellow and white, adorned with blooming daffodils. “This is hot, daddy, so blow on it first before you drink it.”
“Oh…yes, darlin’…thank you for warning me.” Ennis’ mouth twitched.
“Jenny, sit still. I’m pouring you some too.”
Jenny squealed, and kicked her chubby little legs out in front of her.
“Notice anything daddy? Notice anything about my tea set?”
Ennis stared blankly.
‘Shoot.’ He thought, having no idea what the child was asking of him. But Ennis knew one thing for darn sure as he nodded blankly at his 3 1/2 year old daughter…‘female folks were simply ‘born’ knowing how to ask trick questions.’
“Daddy…?”
“uuuhhh….” Ennis stammered, “…it’s awful pretty there darlin’…and…and it’s yellow…and…and your mama likes yellow…uuuhhh…”
“You guessed!” Jr. giggled.
“I did? I did! Course I did. Shoot. Knew what you was talkin ‘bout, sweetheart.” Ennis shut his mouth at this point and simply nodded, doing his best to look like he knew exactly what the child was bubbling about.
“Daddy, my dishes look ‘zactly like mama’s good dishes…she told me.” Jr. smiled wide. “That’s why she bought these for my birthday.” Jr.’s grin widened as she handed cups of ‘steaming’ tea, and plates of ‘tasty cookies’ to her daddy and her little sister.
“You’re so smart, daddy.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.”
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287 Words
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Awww this is so cute and sweet and adorable! :) Loved it :)
haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: Bigheart on February 01, 2007, 06:12:50 pm ---Awww this is so cute and sweet and adorable! :) Loved it :)
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Thank you, sweetie!
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
C*
Lumière:
May 13th 1969
My dear Ennis,
Those are words I long to say to your face,
Somehow they flow easier when I put pen to paper.
I been thinking of you alot lately.
But what else is new?
Lureen and I have been at odds again -
Something about me taking off to go fishing that last time.
Sometimes I get so frustrated I wish I could tell her.
Instead, I apologised and bought her a bunch of daffodils.
They are her favorite.
There is peace for the moment, let's see how long it lasts.
When she gets upset, she goes shopping,
Last time she bought a huge bright yellow sun hat.
Lord knows where she'll wear that thing.
This time, she has her sights set on a 50-piece fine bone china tea set.
I know this because she must've threatened to buy it 100 times by now.
I dreamed of you again last night.
You were doing things to me I dare not write in here.
This hiding is killing me. I miss you so bad.
I can't imagine waiting 3 more months before I see you next.
I am counting the days.
Yours always,
Jack
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May 31st, 1969
Jack,
Thank you for your last letter.
I am looking forward to some riding and fishing.
We can meet by *Willow Creek on August 15th.
I should get some time off the ranch by then.
I hope this will work for you.
Until then,
Ennis Del Mar
* Willow Creek may or may not exist ..
opinionista:
Well, here's something I wrote a long time ago, when I tried to write a fanfiction story. I didn't have the time, plus it is pretty hard for me to write a story in English. But here it is. Be gentle please. I don't even know if it is any good, but what the hell.
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At two in the morning a cool strong summer wind came blowing from east, filling the air of the vast lonely plains of Lightning Flat, with a foul-smelling odor of cattle and excrements. Mary Twist, who was lying on her bed with her eyes wide opened, barely noticed it. She was too busy roaming in the labyrinth of her inner thoughts, searching for a pleasant memory that would help her sleep, and would give her the strength she needed to go on living during the morning. Her life had been nothing as she once dreamed, except perhaps for the birth of her only son, Jack, and a daughter who didn’t live enough to receive a name but that she liked to remember as Rose. It was a baby who tried too soon to come into this world. Mary was just six month along when the early birthing pains surprised her and the baby didn’t make it. –There’ll be no crying in my house-, her husband demanded, upon her return from the hospital. And Mary complied knowing that no matter how strong he pretended to be, deep in his heart the lost of the baby pained him too. So, life went on as if nothing happened. Mary managing to cry a little between her chores, always in silent, always making sure her husband wouldn’t catch her. She did it mostly when bathing Jack, who at the age of three liked to wipe out the tears off her face as if it was a game.
At two fifteen, the familiar sound of a vehicle approaching the ranch brought Mary back into the present. She could swear it was Jack, but it seemed too early in the summer for him to be back. Mary was sure Jack’s job was supposed to end by mid September. But the truck kept getting closer and closer, and Mary thought it was time to get up and see who it was. It was Jack. Joyful, Mary put on her robe and slippers, and went downstairs to meet him.
343 words. Sorry.
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