MAG 106

Despite what his mother, his neighbors, his co-workers and even the 

unwashed vagabond who lived in a box on the corner of Tulip and Main, repeatedly told him,

Fred knew in his soul that one day, whilst they were all sniggering at him,

the Zombie Apocalypse would come.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WORDS AND WRITERS

AND ZOMBIES AND SOUP
AT THE MAG!

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Those Violet Eyes.....

Collage Pirate

Two quick posts of collages I had done a while back...........

PERIOD ADVICE

THE ASSIGNMENT:

Period Advice

Reply, in the voice of a literary character, to the posted letter

Deliciously wrought by

ELEGANCE of FASHION

A Period Blog

http://elegance-of-fashion.blogspot.com/2012/02/letter-1-period-drama-advice-event.html

~For the whole post, including initiating letter, please refer to above.

I, Foxmorton, shall reply as the character of Miss Havisham
from GREAT EXPECTATIONS by Mister Charles Dickens

My Dear Miss Eyre.  How very good to make your acquaintance.

Come nearer. Let me look at you. Come close. Look at me. You aren't afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since before you were born?

Ah, yes.  Daylight will blight you if you are not ever vigilant.  I should have knowledge of that, should I not?
A broken heart, you think you will die.  But you just keep living day after day after terrible day.

Cake, dear?  There seems to be a surplus.

Would it be weakness for your Mister Rochester to return respect?  Return love?
You are harboring an illusion if you think you will remain unscathed by the touch of love, no matter his decision.  Would that beauty's revenge stopped his heart now, as he has stopped so many others.
Cholera in the tropics, perhaps?  Fitting.

Miss Ingram?  Pah!  Is she beautiful?  Graceful?  Do you admire her?  Well, then.  You must do what you will.

I'll tell you, what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter.  That is what real love is.

Are your prepared to face the consequences?

Have a care, dear.  Rat atop your reticule.

 You ask my advice.  I shall give it to you.  Love him, love him, love him! If he favours you, love him. If he wounds you, love him. If he tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love him, love him, love him!

And dear, if you should wed him, please communicate me the date.  I have the perfect frock to lend!

You may show yourself out now.  And do hand me that silver fork before you go.

The Journal of Violet Moorfields

"Sir, you may indeed ornament the blaze upon your hoop in any manner you discern gladdening, but I deem it scarcely conceivable that you shall ever sway my pig to vault through it."

 ~Violet Moorfields from "The Found Moorfields Journals

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I wrote one satisfying sentence this day......I leave it for you.........

submitted to:

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Open Monday

http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/02/open-link-monday_19.html

image:  Mary Anne Potter
http://fromthestarcatcher.blogspot.com/

All I ever wanted was a tiny place where I could belong.

Not a grand house.
Not a fancy house.
But a simple house.
A house with history and mystery.
A house that loved me as much as I loved her.

A house that would breathe synchronously with my spirit.

I would hang tattered lace curtains and allow my goats to often visit the wood stove in the kitchen.

The neighbors would say I was odd.
But that would be ok.

I'd have a cow who loved me and knew her name.
And  my dog would always know my dreams.

I'd collect old things belonging to the dead and promise to love them because no one else would.

And wear a handmade shawl and always a hat and never clean the mud from my boots.

I would read at night by candlelight.
And listen to the hush.

I'm quite sure that mice would live in my walls.

But the first thing I would do, the very first thing, would be to plant wild violets everywhere.

And my cat would slumber there.
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Writing prompt from the creative writing blog

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/
My humble gratitude to Real Toads for allowing me the opportunity to share my humble words.
I urge you to take a peek at both the Real Toads and From the Starcatcher blogs.
They are lovely!  As are all their creative friends!

MAG 105

image: epic mahoney

"Hello, Dad?"

"Dad?"

"Dad."

"Dad, I."

"DadIloveyou."

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WRITERS AND WORDS AND IMAGES AND NEW FRIENDS

AT THE MAG!
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An Afterword:

I must admit that, given my penchant for the comedic take, I did

at first want to go with:

"Yes.  Yes, Mildred.  I will bring home milk.

No.  I haven't forgotten"

but......I didn't.

;)

MAG 103

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

prompt for The Mag

You should not now suppose to settle precious jewels

against my wrists when all I ever wanted was to hold wild violets from your hands. 

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*While I don't always write or comment I do manage to read The Mag offerings every week.

This pic has nagged at me since I saw it and, though late as the White Rabbit thought he was, I felt compelled to make an offering.  Words are like that. 

 They just never will keep silent, will they?  ~MF

I LOVE PLAYING and WRITING AT THE MAG.........

EVEN WHEN I AM HOPELESSLY LATE ABOUT IT...........

xo

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FOXMORTON CONSULTS THE BEAVER: Valentine Edition

Ha!  I amuse myself!

I had completely forgotten about Pirate Foxmorton's

CONSULT THE BEAVER:

Valentine Edition

 from '07

http://mimifoxmorton.blogspot.com/2007/02/consult-beaver-valentines-edition.html

ENJOY!

And Happy Valentine's Day, luvs!



COMMITTED

A new-old Dirty Tom collage I just unearthed................

If I had my druthers I'd druther I be stranded on that rain-sodden isle to finish this story..........

Enjoy, luvs!  ;)