Shapeshifting 13, #3, “Dream Diet”

Vortumnus-(Vertumno) by Giuseppe Arcimboldo “Dream Diet” Love’s not a choice that we should make today. We may not be compatible, you see. My dreams include less fruit; less vegi-tray; more ‘steak-and-egg’ man should I have my say. Still, you might cure my over-weighty state. (The prompt today is a rather fruity looking man.  Confine your…

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Mutant 750, #35. “Starlit Bride”

  “Starlit Bride” Now, as I gaze upon bright stars, remote and marvel at their majesty,  delight returns to you again for there I dote upon another incandescent light.   You are my luminescent, brightest orb; your glow astounds the dark.  A burning sight, your spark a universe I would explore before the sun should…

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Shapeshifting-13-2-kickoff

Moon Spirit Moon glow o’er ocean haunts with silver beacons. Dark, shifting tide strokes earthly bride. So she gleams as she sings lover’s song rolling sea breathless free. This week, in exactly 26 words, your mission is to craft a story or poem using any definition, tense, or part of speech you choose of the word,…

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“The Meeting”

“The Meeting” If we should meet another time, my heart when we depart this world and travel far, remember how the looks between us start us to another place among the stars. Our love a pensive gaze; a sparkling shower of light where we embrace the need of each. Like shiv`ring tendrils of some stamen’s…

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Unlucky 13 Kickoff

  “The Thirteenth Card” “Ogre, wanna quantum leap on a pale, pale horse?” quipped the delighted devil. (Tell your story in exactly 13 words.)

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>Mutant 750, #33

“Ain’t it the Truth?” It’s best to let your sleeping hound dogs lie or otherwise they’re baying at the moon. Insisting cats make exit from their bags may make them see you crazy as a loon. Some like to make a mountain of a mole; his hill a tiny fraction of the truth. Some words…

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Chimera 66, #16

As waning ice of winter drips into our spring, my fingertips, tempestuous, cling. Catharsis now brings tearful scene; quiv`ring lips. As all our season’s trials end, your icy words my soul defends. Our love not lanquid nor is it torpid; not morbid or pretends. Oh, let our winter’s stone-cold hearth alight once more with fiery…

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