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squanpie

Little Wizard's Egg Hunt     It was a golden afternoon after days of rain, and the Little Wizard whistled as he strolled towards the duckpond.      The pond was busy with ducks, swans, and brightly coloured dragonflies, and even a heron standing sentry at the far shore. Amongst the lily pads, the Little Wizard spotted a familiar figure.      “Fairy May!” He called with a wave. “What a pleasant afternoon!”      Fairy May looked up from where she sat, gathering duckweed in a basket. “Little Wizard! Just the person to help!”      “Why, Fairy May, the birds are singing, the insects humming, and the flowers are blooming. What could possibly be amiss?”      “Oh, that’s...

psto1464

Mature Content

ButterfliesButterflies fly freely over poppy fields Skies GreySkies grey covering up and shutting out the sun before they release the cold rain.

Kadreshi

Nothing is NormalEverything is odd be it a god, gravity, some divine being, or anything at all that folks might believe in without seeing. All things we see in our own way are all so queer. Every thought, stuck in a head, or shouted from rooftops instead, is clearly caught in some wacky, wild web of weird that may exist everywhere, somewhere, nowhere, or anywhere at all. Although, if it is there, it catches things, all of the things, real, fake, proper, or informal. Blah, blah, ta-da: I too am strange, and nothing is — not abnormal. Demolished (The Last Occupant)Once home, now prison Tilted head and twisted grin Rubble means revenge Beats Eating NothingI cut the crust off burnt toast;         take a knife                 and scratch the black away. The eggs show their sunny side,         but the yolks                 are broke                 and bleeding. The bacon is long past crispy.         It’s hard,         and flaky,                  and scarcely acceptable,         but I hunger ever still. I stir the coffee.         It’s gritty,                  but the grounds will settle.I sit. I eat. I survive.

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