Posts Tagged ‘Winter’
Feb
Swan
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Why such sorrow for the swan on the water? Why is it her head is hung with such woe? The moonlight lines her with silver as she glides ripples atop the placid pond. And there are banks of passionflowers that glint their crimsons through the night. Had I been that swan, never would you see my nape so weak and crestfallen, so inwardly curved like tendrils at winter’s start. Because there are other swans on the pond with dispositions just the same. And if I swam my sadness to theirs, perhaps our troubles would combine like violin strings and bows.
From Guest Contributor Man O’Neal
Dec
The Pesto of Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jasper Bains had not meant to invent a love potion. He had an excess of macadamia nuts and fresh tarragon; it seemed a good idea to make pesto from them.
Every customer of Jasper’s Specialty Foods who bought some returned hand in hand with a new customer. Business was booming.
Jasper spread pesto on crackers and gave them to a frowning brown-haired woman and a young man who’d shot shy glances at her. Eyes met eyes and the winter cold was forgotten.
Jasper’s heart skipped a beat when Genevieve walked in, but he hid the pesto. That would be cheating.
From Guest Contributor Ross Clement
Nov
The Grasshopper And The Eagle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every morning, the grasshopper hopped from one blade of grass to the next eating as much as he could. Winter was approaching. In order to survive, he would stuff himself so much that he’d have plenty of nourishment to last until spring. He didn’t want to end up like his cousin, who paid the price for his laziness.
Unfortunately, the grasshopper ate until the grass was literally hanging out of his mouth. A sharp-eyed eagle spotted the excess of grass and swooped down and ate him.
The moral of the story is never bite off more than you can chew.
Aug
A Dinosaur’s Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He had a huge family. They only hung out in large groups. He wasn’t very handsome but he was extremely smart.
In school, he hated math and science but he was very good at art. I guess you could say he was the creative sort.
He wasn’t the type that ate meat, in fact he ate none at all. He never played on mountains or climbed trees, I guess he was afraid he’d fall.
In the summers, he’d wake up, eat his breakfast, then take a nap. In winter, he just slept and slept.
That’s the life of a dinosaur.
From guest contributor Zoey Zozo