A Month Of March Prompts In One Day

Thanks once again to Michelle from
Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for her list of daily prompts for the month of March.
Please visit her site for the March list of daily prompts.

I opened my journal this morning and followed Michelle’s
instructions while I drank my usual Fizzy Whizzys’ Morning Blend.
As I looked at her prompts I thought to myself,
Galloping Gadzooks! What in the world are
Purple Nurples?

I called Fidgety Fiona and asked her if she knew.
She told me that a purple nurple was the act of grabbing
and twisting a nipple of another person or yourself. I knew
then that this was going to be fun. I always thought
that only Creaky Cranks did things like that when they
were a Hobbity Bobbity, a not so average teenage boy.

I realized I was making Silly Assumptions and was
becoming Punch Drunk from the fizzy whizzy’s morning blend.
So following Michelle’s instructions, I decided it was time
to look for A Tisket For A Tasket
to put in my Powdered Blue basket. As I stepped
outside, the Billowy Breezes rattled the
Jelly Jars in my basket.

I started searching for Pouty and Plump Bootle Beetles
that had Stitches Of Glitches, a rare and very
valuable imperfection which would make a wonderful
tisket for a tasket. My friend Guzzling Gary
had once told me to look under the Mounds Of Mush
left by Pink Poodles.

Needless to say, that made me a little Antsy Pantsy.
I wasn’t looking forward to digging through poodle
mush trying to find the Ruby Red Fiddlesticks
which were hiding places for the beetles I was
looking for. I was getting Sniffles and Snuffles
dealing with all this Nonsensical Hodgepodge.

It had started to rain lightly which created
Dribbles of Delight and A Twinge Of Fate.
remembered a scene from Mission To Mars
and realized my quest was hopeless.

I decided that since it was raining, I would
stay dry if I had some Hanky Panky while I went
Spelunking with Moaning Myrtle. So with a
Hurry Scurry I went to pickup Myrtle and we
spent the day in a lovely cave making love
and getting high on Jamba Juice. I never
did find those darn bootle beetles but
after spending the day with Myrtle I
didn’t care.

The moral of this story: Let your writing take
you to places that you normally don’t go.

©Walt Page 2018

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Plight Of The Night Creatures

I had always heard the stories about them. The creatures who
were said to wander at night. It was told that they had been raised
from the dead… now in limbo with nowhere to go.

The plan had been to bring them fully back to life. But the experiment
failed. They were dead during the day, wandering mutants at night.
They had no elevator to heaven, no stairway to hell.

They weren’t vampires nor zombies. They were lost souls created
by a failed experiment. Revenge was what they wanted. Revenge
was what they’d get. They were coming for us.

©Walt Page 2018

My Wish For You in 2018

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making
new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing
yourself, changing yourself, changing your world.
You’re doing things you’ve never done before,
and more importantly, you’re Doing Something. 

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for
myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing
mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before.
Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good
enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love,
or work or family or life.  Whatever it is you’re scared
of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and
forever.

Make it happen. Do it now.

Happy New Year and Thank You to all my friends… old, new and yet to be!

A Month Of Prompts In One Day

Thanks to Michelle of Putting My Feet In The Dirt
for the inspiration I got when I read her list of
daily prompts for the month of December.

I am a Poet… a Writer
I sit here Weaving Words
As I think about Thistles and thorns
As I write I worry about Vermicious Knids
That are Dripping with drudgery

My Tales of tinsel
Become Conspicuous Coincidences
Filled with Dingle berries
That are Perfectly Imperfect

Mrs. Claus Dances With Elves
As she is Swayed and seduced
She realizes that Oranges aren’t apples

Speckled candy waits in Variegated vessels
Chestnuts and chisels have been Stripped and polished
Dreidels and ladles are used
For Maneuvering the muck
Left by Pish Posh with Chipped Edges

My Idiotic Endeavors cause some Perky Punctuation
And why in the world did I write Beanut Putter?

I started writing Cryptic messages about Crinkled Corn
I warned everyone that Frosty goes wild about Fried Green Potatoes


I planned Royal Excursions with Agnostic Acorns
My mind was filled with Gritty globs of goodness
As I started Drawing the line
And watched the elves start chewing on Bitter Bones

Thanks Michelle!!

©Walt Page 2017

The End of The Village Of Litton?

Michelle had been smitten
By a village she named Litton

The last time she went there
The zombies gave her a good scare
But she escaped without being bitten

When her husband found out
He sent out a scout
And started to plan his next mission

The head zombie named Michael
Would be taught not to trifle
With the wife of a soldier
Who was trained in complete demolition

Was it the end of Litton?
Or had her husband also been smitten?

Perhaps Michelle will enlighten us
On the status of Litton’s condition

This was written in response to a challenge
by the founder of Litton, Michelle of
Her Writing Haven.
Photo courtesy of Michelle.

©Walt Page 2017

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