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A ‘Super’ Welcome

Well this is my first post on 20 Lines a Day.  I predominantly write poetry on my personal blog, so I thought that I would use 20 Lines to inspire me towards my creative writing purposes, and I also noted that there are few short stories told on here.  I am in the process of writing a fantasy story, although procrastination is probably a better description of my writing at the moment.  So I thought I would share with you a little about myself today in about 20 lines, a true story about myself from a ‘few’ years back …

The day was warm, and the sun shone brightly.  The clouds hid from my eyes, it was another beautiful summer day in our nation’s capital, Canberra.  The brightness of the day was not only because of the weather, for today was one of my best friend’s 21st birthday party, Jordan.  I had spent the summer in the Australian Alps, far from friends and family.  Busy working towards my future and understanding the real world from my studies.  I had not seen many of my friends over the summer, except for a brief visit from Jordy and a few others when we had spent a warm day in the Alp’s sunshine and indulged in the cool waters of a farmer’s water hole.

For the party I was joining Jordy’s girlfriend, Kelly, in dressing up in complementary costumes for the party.  I was already partly dressed in my blue tights and raising the S of the Superman costume upon my chest.  Fully dressed in the outfit of Superman I was then joined by Supergirl.  Kelly looked a damn sight better than me in tights.  We had planned this many weeks ago, with the irony being that the party had no theme and was not a fancy dress.  We were to be the only two in costume at the party, as our friend Jordy was the usual one to be a little outrageous.  So it was only fitting that we provided the flair and entertainment for his party.

Together we traveled to Jordan’s house, looking very ‘super’ in our outfits.  We knocked on the door to be greeted by Jordan’s mother, who was surprised to see us dressed up.  Although not really shocked that we had done something different.  Jordy then walked into the room and saw us.  He laughed, his hands went to his mouth as he burst with laughter.  “I love it, you guys look awesome.  I don’t know what to say … I am speechless.”  Laughter was contagious and we couldn’t help but laugh with Jordy.  Without any gift we already have given him the best present he would receive tonight.  Memories, laughter and friendship.

The night had many memories, and laughter was had by all.  Many times at our expense, but I am not one to take myself too serious.  The joy of making others happy was worth the cost of being the source of their laughter, including the bouncers I let “throw” Superman out of the club.  Although I did discover a major flaw with Superman’s outfit, other than drunks wanting me to “rescue” their friends from the police.  As during the night of celebrations, and journeying out to the town my wallet and Kelly’s purse were stolen because Superman, although as fast as a speeding bullet, had in his oversight forgotten to sew a pocket into his outfit.


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Birthday Wish

It’s the lonely old man’s birthday.

He remembers his 10th birthday, 60 years ago, when he celebrated it with friends, parents, and boxes of water guns.

He remembers his 30th birthday, 40 years ago, when he celebrated it with partners, mistresses and wads of cash.

He remembers his 50th birthday, 20 years ago, when he celebrated it with children, grandchildren and bottles of champagne.

Today he celebrates his 70th birthday with a wooden table, a wooden chair, and four empty walls.

His mind is of anticipation. A wooden box, a wooden dais, a small white floral wreath.

 

 

c Sorrows in a Serenade


[003] Jatayu

We are the F101 Generation– the offspring of offspring, one-hundred times over, borne from P Generation. The 28 contributors of P Generation carried the best traits in the Homo sapiens genome, and were thus ideal for Dr. Foster’s experiment.

Today is August 2, 1702 ATR. It has been 14,938 years since P Generation boarded the Fosteria. It has been 1,702 years since Homo sapiens went extinct on Earth, by Huron-98’s estimation.

My name is Wycliffe-101. I am 96 years old. My father is Royce-100. My mother is Lucia-100. My father died 44 years ago, and my mother died 60 years ago. They belong to Vault 100-E.

According to the tabulations of Armando-8, the Fosteria departed Earth on January 10, 2091, during the Western Wars. The tabulations state that Governor Berenger passed the Galactic Settlement Act the year before, hoping to collectivize the solar system to bring prosperity to the new citizens of the Republic.

The good Dr. Foster was commissioned by the Governor to collect men and women from the Republic to donate DNA. Dr. Foster and his associates selected members from the wealthiest willing families in the Republic because it is known that only the wealthy are fit. Fourteen men and fourteen women were chosen; samples of their DNA were gathered and catalogued. Each donor had passed the LTAB test and thus was a perfected specimen of Homo sapiens.

Scientists from the Commission on Breeding created 100 humans from the genomes of what became known as P Generation. On December 18, 2090, the finished intergalactic vessel Fosteria arrived in New London at the Von Braun Platform. The vessel was boarded by 15 colonial tacticians, 25 maintenance officials and 10 regulators, as well as 100 test-tube humans from F1 Generation…Read more


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20 lines or less July 4th poetry , short story and Photo contest ….

Happy Independence day from 20 lines or less

Please enter your best poems , short story’s or picture’s of the day

Win this award to post on your blog

We hope all enter and join in the fun this challenge ends tomorrow night

All who can post please do so , those of you whom can’t , Please post to these comments and I will post for you …Thanks again for joining in the fun !!!!


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Weekly Challenge week 2 results

20 lines weekly challenge

We had a stellar week , a lot of submissions and sharing . Thanks to all that contributed to the challenge .

The results are in for week 2

here are the runner ups ….

  1. Anne Sikes    coming in second for her poem Where Is That Woman ? she had 17 likes
  2. timzauto   for the short story Homesick at 10 , with 16 votes  and beebeesworld  for homeward Bound with 16 likes
  3. Lindy Lee and IMStevenTruong  come in with 13 likes each
  4. nutsfortresure  next with 12 likes
  5. Maggie  with her Recollections of Camp had 11 likes
  6. ndzied1 came in next with 8 likes
  7. Portia with her awesome poem Shambhala  with 7 likes

Now for the winner of the 20 lines weekly challenge week 2

The Laundry Maid

her entry was an awesome poem with 19 likes

I Leave Behind Me (Weekly Challenge)

I am the man you pass by near the Baron Fork Bridge.

Every morning at 7.

The one you can never look directly at.

This coat I wear has faded along with my auburn hair.

The smell of your aftershave reminds me of better times.

Before death and rape took what little was left of my mind.

My family, and my name

As my children look up to a better man than I could have ever been.

I am the mother who brings the man near the Baron Fork Bridge hot coffee, spare change and rolls each morning.

The coat he wears belonged to my father.

Before the War took what was left of him.

I can still hear his booming laugh in the living room.

While my sisters and I played dress up.

I love the way his eyes crinkle up in the corners,

When he smiles and tells me his story.

On repeat.

Only he doesn’t know that we share the same one.

Family.

His yearning to be home quashes me.

I leave behind me my blood, and his booming laugh.

The living room I grew up in comforts me

While he eats alone in a cardboard box for one.

I am one firework displayed in Atlantic City.

By hands who could afford me.

Listen to me scream as I raise high above you, if for only a small moment.

I cast my colorful glare above you- my audience.

One short and expensive moment of glory.

I leave behind me waves of dirty smoke in the blackest of skies.

As what was once my audience looks on to a better firework than I could have ever been.

Also with 20 likes was Clive the Cat

Clive the cats homesick entry (weekly challenge)

Posted on July 1, 2012 by 

the night slow and silent

storm loud and violent

Clive was hidden under a car

in the distance he stared at a star

Cleo he knew was pacing at home

worried of late maybe she’d roam

Clive and Cleo shared the same heart

in love they were  , couldn’t pull them apart

Clive couldn’t stand being caught in the storm

homesick he was , as he tried to stay warm

he called out for Cleo , but had no return

not to travel far away , soon he would learn

Thanks to all that submitted work this week , and to the blogs who vote , follow and share with us day-to-day . We hope to see you all in the next challenge .


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20 lines or less weekly challenge

20 lines or less weekly challenge

The 20 line’s or less weekly challenge 

 Wednesday running til Sunday night 

 20 lines or less is  starting a weekly challenge . Every week we will have a different subject for our challenge , it will be posted at or around 12:00 pm Tuesday prior .

The winner of our challenge will win our weekly challenge marker above and be able to post on their blog proudly to show all . For all of us at 20 lines please post directly to this blog , for those of you that can’t please post to the comments below and I will post to our blog . The most likes wins , we tally voting Tues evening at 6 pm …all times eastern time zones .

Submit any form of poetry you would like , short stories will be kept to 250 words or less, also a photo will do if it describes our subject , please keep photos to an average size .

Please follow 20 lines or less to keep up to date on all challenges and updates !!!

We encourage all who visit our blog to enter , we as well encourage all to share on your blogs , tell your friends . We can all enjoy writing and reading each others poems , short stories , as well as voting on them .

This week our subject is

A time you felt homesick


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Weekly Challenge

Short note .. please everyone submit your work for our weekly challenge , Topic is a time you felt homesick …Thanks ..lets see what ya got

Remember please like , comment and share ..!!!

Our own The Laundry Maid  is  currently in the lead …

 

 


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Weekly Challenge

Thanks for making the first weekly challenge a big success ….voting is open until Tuesday at 6pm eastern time …when our winner will be announced , and next weeks challenge will be revealed . Again thanks for all the poems they are all fantastic…

20 lines or less


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20 lines or less weekly challenge

The 20 line’s or less weekly challenge 

Starting this Wednesday running til Sunday night 

We at 20 lines or less are starting a weekly challenge . Every week we will have a different subject for our challenge , it will be posted at or around 12:00 pm Tuesday prior .

The winner of our challenge will win our weekly challenge marker above and be able to post on their blog proudly to show all . The post will be as our Saturday challenge , post to these comments and I will post on this site . The most likes wins , we tally voting Tues evening at 6 pm …all times eastern time zones .

Submit any form of poetry you would like , short stories will be kept to 250 words or less, also a photo will do if it describes our subject , please keep photos to an average size .

We encourage all who visit our blog to enter , we as well encourage all to share on your blogs , tell your friends . We can all enjoy writing and reading each others poems , short stories , as well as voting on them .

This week our subject is

We all are dreamers at heart so write a poem or short story about a dream you’ve had , Lets see what kinds of dreamers we really are ….


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A summers night we will never forget…..part ten

We hungered down , laying flat on our backs so no one could see us . We were whispering to each other , sharing fantasy’s about what we thought . The intruders were going down a foot beaten pathway to the other side of the quarry . Mary and I returned to our feet , the entrance was clear and we made our break for the road . As we neared the roadway we began laughing out loud , chasing each other , like children without cares or worry’s .

Not thinking about where we were going , we had taken a course towards town rather than going back to our campsite . The evening was magical , the weather was perfect , I reached down and took Mary’s hand within my own , life couldn’t get any better ever . Mary had a continuous smile as we walked slowly hand in hand , looking to the stars and talking . Every now and then we would stop , lock arms around each other brushing our lips together lightly ,  kissing so passionately .

With our minds embedded on each other the night was slipping away . We continued walking all night as we were beginning to notice the sun coming up . Mary and I had made it back to the front of the quarry and I made the suggestion of going back in and watching the sun come up . Mary found the tallest spot , we helped each other to the top and waited for the new day .  We sat as before without saying a word , we watched with amazement as the sun was  coming up slowly . I was daydreaming about future events , while sitting watching this wondrous event . I grew as a man  in more ways than one , we both had started a new life , I think that morning watching the sun light the ground around us , Mary and I both  knew we would never be alone . We knew there was something bigger than us and we embraced this day like we never had before . Mary and I walked back to the wayside to see if any one was awake . The grass was wet as we walked off the road into the wayside , Mary stopped grabbed forcefully  kissing me , she gazed  at me with the most sincere and thoughtful look saying , I will never forget you or this night .

This story is fiction ..it is however based on some true events…The picture above is Mary and myself in 1982 …This would be one of our last times together..

That’s the conclusion of this short story …My story is going to continue under another title …So stick around for JULY 4 the next day…

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