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Dance Till You Drop

“If you step on my toes again, I’m going to POP you.” I snarled at Ralph. “I’m trying to do you a favor here! Tell me again, just why did you ask Sheila out to a club when you have two left feet?” I rolled my eyes in disbelief.

The tips of Ralph’s ears turned pink as he blushed. His curly red hair stuck up in all directions. His dark freckles stood out against his milk-pale skin. “Sheila loves to dance.” He mumbled. We shuffled around the floor while Sting crooned in the background.
“On and on the rain will fall,
Like tears from a star,
On and on the rain will say,
How FRAGILE we are how fragile we are…”

“If you breathe one word about this to anybody!” I said threateningly. Blowing my black bangs away from my eyes as Ralph swung me about energetically, almost slamming me into the wall. “Watch where we’re going you moron!” I snapped.

“Sorry!” He gasped. “I promise that I won’t tell.” Ralph swore as sweat rolled down his face.

The disc changer worked its magic. The beat picked up and Savage Garden began belting out AFFIRMATION.
“I believe the sun should never set upon an argument,
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands,
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s so bad for you,
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do,
I believe that beauty magazines promote low esteem,
I believe…”

We spun in a circle; Ralph clumsily banged his elbow into my chest. “You are so going to owe me for this,” I hissed, “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone you know; I’m going to have bruises all over.”

The music changed again.
LITHIUM~ don’t want to lock me up inside,

Lithium~ don’t want to forget,
How it feels without,
Lithium~ I want to stay in love,
With my sorrow,
Oh but God I want to let it go…”

Evanescence wailed.

“You’re a true pal.” Ralph panted.

Another switch.
“When you were standing in the wake of devastation,
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown,
And with the cataclysm raining down,
Insides crying ‘Save me now’,
You were there impossibly alone,
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation,
Failure’s all you’ve known,
Remember all the sadness and frustration,
And let it go, l
Let it go..”

Linkin Park thundered the lyrics to IRIDESCENT.

Ralph jerked and twitched like a strung out junkie.

“All right, that’s enough for today.” I announced.

“Thank God that’s over!” Ralph collapsed red-faced, sopping wet and gasping.

I wiped the sweat from my face and plucked at the neck of my damp tee shirt. “I’m going to take a shower and change clothes; I suggest you do the same thing.”

“That’s a great idea Charley.” He said pushing himself up and stumbling for the Men’s locker room while I entered the door of the Women’s.

Emily

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499 Words in response to Finish That Thought #2-20, Special Challenge: Include at least three (3) one-word song titles. Highlight them so he can find them. eg, make them ALL CAPS or bold.

http://alissaleonard.blogspot.com/2014/11/finish-that-thought-2-20.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MusingsOfAlissaLeonard+%28Musings+of+Alissa+Leonard%29

The Night Before Halloween

Tomorrow sets the standard

For priceless memories

Of children in costumes

Allowed to roam the streets

Collecting smiles and candy.

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In response to 20141030: day 303
Today’s words: allow, collection, standard, top, priceless http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/10/30/20141030-day-303/

Not A Laughing Matter

The future is no joke

Take a leap of faith

During the longest night

And initiate some life-style changes.

Emily

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In response to 20141108: day 312
Today’s words: leap, joke, longest, during, initiate

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/11/08/20141108-day-312/

The Harvest

The first time you hear their screams is always the hardest. It hurts your soul deep inside where no one else can see it, leaving scar tissue behind. It begins when you are an Apprentice, only fourteen years old and have just taken your draught of Dragon’s Blood, so thick, dark black and vile tasting, which lets you hear the voices of all the plants and all the animals. It’s the first time your Master directs you to perform the deed. You will always remember the way they begged and pled for mercy and their lives. How they squirmed and twisted in the hard grasp of your hands as you raised the razor-edged silver athame, claiming them. The days elapse and you become inured to it. Months turn into years and you begin to take a dark, twisted pleasure in their sacrifice. You turn into a fiend.

You anticipate the ocassion, waiting impatiently. You plot and plan from the end of one season to the beginning of another. You ruthlessly weed out the weak and inferior, picking out your Chosen, taking only the biggest, the best, and the brightest. You turn it into a ritual. You take pride in the precsion of each stab and every slice, expressing your individuality, your style, your artistry. You experiment with spices, adding a pinch of cinnamon, a dash of ginger, a sprinkle of nutmeg ,or a smidgeon of ground cloves. You make it into a competition. How many can you complete in an hour, a day, or a week? How exotic, bizzare, or extreme can you make them? You study and practice relentlessly, seeking to become first better, then best, and finally infamous. It consumes your being, driving your every thought, action, and mood. It is your be all and end all. Until all that exist is the Harvest. That’s the big downside to being a Cooking Wizard, when it comes time to reap your living pumpkinpatch, carve out your Jack’O Lanterns and make your holiday pies.

Emily

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333 Words in response to Finish That Thought #2-18, Special Challenge: Include at lease THREE spices.

http://alissaleonard.blogspot.com/2014/11/finish-that-thought-2-18.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MusingsOfAlissaLeonard+%28Musings+of+Alissa+Leonard%29

Midnight Raid

It was a dark and quiet night

Growl went my stomach

Hunger woke me from my sleep

Tears of joy filled my eyes

As I opened the fridge’s door

And saw the last piece of

Chocolate cherry cheesecake sitting there

I grabbed a spoon, scooped up a bite

Pure bliss filled my soul.

Emily

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In response to Daily Prompt: Trio No. 3
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/trio-no-three/

Time Keeps Turning

Stuck in the same old rut

The years roll by

Like cogs in a machine

Treat yourself to a change

Swear to set your soul free.

Emily

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In response to 20141029: day 302
Today’s words: same, swear, years, machine, treated

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/10/29/20141029-day-302/

Dangerous Reactions

When building a nuclear reactor

It’s important to pay attention

To the science of engineering

So it will not suffer a critical reaction

And blow up!

Emily

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In response to 20141028: day 301
Today’s words: science, critical, blow, not, build

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/20141028-day-301/

Autumn’s Season


Days are Getting Long/
Sun is Setting Earlier/
Geese are Flying South/
Comes a Piece of Cold Weather/
Winter Lingers Five Months Long.

Emily

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In response to 20141027: day 300
Today’s words: days, set, flying, piece, five

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/20141027-day-300/

Chasing Cars

Carmen Electra 2013.jpg

There’s one thing they really should teach you in skydiving school. Which is what to do when your tandem partner, who is in control of the parachute, misjudges your landing zone, coming down hard in the middle of a busy six-lane highway, knocking the wind out of you, almost getting you creamed by an Isuzu Trooper and winding up looking like a plate of squished spaghetti! It missed me by inches, I felt it’s body brush against my hair! There is some truth in the clichés about your life flashing in front of your eyes, it happened to me, and it was much, much too short!

My name is Bob, my partner, Frank and I have been together for over seven years, we went everywhere and did everything together, until that is, that fateful day. Frank panicked and froze in the face of the danger. He hit the harness release and ran for it, leaving me trembling and helpless, alone in the middle of the street! The only reason that I didn’t get turned into roadkill is that a gorgeous transvestite dressed up as Carmen Electra stopped to help me. He slammed on his brakes, skidded to a stop, lunged out of a fire-engine red Ferrari, scooped me up securely in his strong manly arms and carried me away to safety on the shoulder. He also yelled at Frank about forgetting to grab me.

I broke up with Frank because of the incident, I just can’t trust him anymore. I’ve been living with Carmen/Carl for the last six months and we’re very happy together. I have complete faith in him.

There is one drawback, however, because of the trauma I suffered I’ve had to start seeing a shrink. I’m having anxiety attacks, experiencing nightmares, and am feeling depressed because I’m completely unable to perform one of my favorite activities. How would you feel about not doing something you enjoyed and were really good at? I used to love chasing cars, but now in my sleep, they chase after me! The image of that silver behemoth of an SUV barreling down on me will haunt me to the end of my days, which is ironic really, considering that I’m a Shetland Sheepdog.

Emily

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370 Words in response to Finish That Thought #2-17, Special Challenge: Include TWO of the following: an isuzu Trooper, a Shetland sheepdog, a plate of spaghetti, Carmen Electra

http://alissaleonard.blogspot.com/2014/10/finish-that-thought-2-17.html

Are People Lemmings?

 

It strikes me as hilariously

Lemming-like behavior

The way that common

People mingle among

The recent spate of stars

Each taking their turn

At the Ice Bucket Challenge.

Emily

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In response to 20141024: day 297
Today’s words: bucket, turn, among, star, strikes

http://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2014/10/24/20141024-day-297/

 

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