write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[brinny]

wings as it were....

 

[brinny]

from the inside out...there it was....

 

[brinny]

a glow.....flickering and nearly snuffed.....but lo!

 

[brinny]

it shone...brighter and brighter....until...

 

[fleamailman]

"...hey don't drown before the boat sinks..." a line the goblin replied wondering if he was really saying that more for himself than for his mother on hearing her death-wish, somehow the worse moments was when she half knew, dementia ebbed away at her in waves of more and less awareness, and that awareness sometimes brought on despair, "...after all, you're looking so much better than last week...", "...am I...", she raised her hand toward him "...of course..." taking the hand firmly "...but you must drink more liquid that's doctor's orders..." voiced the goblin sensing that she was over it or had forgotten it already

 

[brinny]

.....it shone like a star...

 

[Forge3]

When the sun set in my frying pan I used the last rays to finish cooking my eggs. I flipped the shadows and cleaned them out of the pan and they oozed down the drain knowing they would grow in the sewers. There they would dance subtly with joy around the licking rays of light through the manhole cover. A crow called in the distance a racuos cry as it flew North to rest in a bower and dream of the wind and the shiny things it espied on its flight. Finishing my eggs I sat on the porch and allowed the chirp of crickets and buzz of cicadas to transport me out of the world of both darkness and light.

 

[brinny]

In delight, rays shimmered, dancing as if fearful of losing the joy that buoyed its expression of inexpressible glimpses beyond the easier seen dimension.

 

[brinny]

Where even vibrantly hued plants, sang and danced.

 

[BleedingHeart]

Here's one I think I heard once.


I'm the King of Araby,
your life belongs to me.
At night when your asleep.
Into your bed I'll creep.

Yeah, it's pretty creepy...

 

[brinny]

Stars. strung across the velvet span of midnight, like a strand of diamonds.

 

[brinny]

Sinister whisperings stirred leaves of long past memories blowing as dust in the wind.

 

[fleamailman]

“...hello there...” says the goblin addressing the matron in dungford's very own, and one and only, heathfood shop again “...I would like a meaty coffee where one's mind goes ping after a few sips, you know, a coffee with a body like a tigress whose bite is more like dracula's...”, “...sorry, is that regular or decaf dear cause I'm in a hurry...” replies the matron whose ominously large cups came into view behind her, “...no I mean a little cup, boilingly hot mountain fresh water and those thickly brewed sensual coffee grains strained to the point of perfection...” uttered the goblin in panic now, “...well I'll see what we can do dear but..., ...”, moments later “...here you go love...” as one large but near empty cup is steadfastly landed on the table whose contents just seems to laugh at him daring him to drink it, while the slot seems to say “...look, I hope you don't mind me saying this goblin but I do feel that our vessel of escapism has somewhat crashed on these rocks of reality this morning...”, some time later the matron bellows across to the goblin the usual “...well love, what ya think how was it, fancy another one then...”, “...well you english make absolutely exceptional coffee but I'll give it a miss this time, thanks all the same though...” replies the goblin aloud as he writes in the slot to keep it from busting its guts out loud in the laptop, “...well slot, they say "lie back and think of england" don't they, so that what I did, and I still think the village of dungford as some huge unwinnable battle here...”

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[brinny]

a zillion shards it wuz.....

 

[brinny]

ignominiously alone.

 

[brinny]

dreamz, surreal-ing

 

[brinny]

leaves! crunchin' munchin' blackberries!

 

[fleamailman]

"...now having a cave(computer shop)..." started the goblin, continuing "...in a village geared to cows is an uneasy truce at best, somehow the converts are matched by the diehards here, and the one thing that makes the natives restless is the fear that they will have to upgrade their televisions from analog to digital, and guess who represents this unwanted progress, oh but yes, the new ork and his assistant goblin, add to this that soon window98se is not going to be supported and those images of dr. Frankenstein being chased out the village by the mob with pitchforks and torches do not seem so far fetched..."

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[brinny]

what mystique now hovers the unobtrusive abode

 

[brinny]

of necessity silent yet speaking