Because today is the Autumnal Equinox, I have decided to forgo my normal "Word of the Day" drabble and, instead, write drabbles about the season and themes of autumn
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I love these! Especially because I love everyone in them!
Maybe I'll try to write a drabble during my 2:00 class...if I can get away with it. (Small class). Will definitely try to do one in my 4:00 Wasted Time 202 class!
I was sitting and chatting with my husband and my Macalaure muse sprang out at me.
"Hi!" he chortled. "I'm crazy! Drabble me!"
LOL!!! That's much more interesting that my 4:00 TA, who springs out and says "Hi! This is going to be the most pointless hour of your life!" only not quite so explicitly! (Hence, why I'm sitting here, at 4:50, at my desk, when said class does not get out until 5:00!)
While I have a feeling I'm going to have to wrestle Maitimo tonight, to work on AMC.
(Not complaining! ;D)
As long as you actually get some writing done...;D
Don't worry, everyone knows that the Noldor didn't really leave Aman and become cursed and all that...Just a story meant to scare young children into behaving! ;)
Ahem. 'Scuse me, but I have a very important announcement to make.
I have written a drabble. (Yes, during my 4:00 class!!!) It may be found at my journal, which may be reached by clicking my name on this or any other of my comments. Or you may request that I put it in a comment here. Thank you. That is all.
Oh fine...now I have to go get it! :) But I like getting my own comments!! ;)
But anyways, per your subtle request...
Leaves Fall Red
The leaves fall red, red as blood. They fall orange, orange as flame. They coat the ground red, red as blood. They turn the ground orange, set it afire. A layer of leaves leaves a river of blood and trail of fire. The wind blows chill out of the north, ever the origin of fire and blood. The leaves blow wild, fanning their fire. The leaves fall red, to leave the trees bare, gray, as ash. They fall as the herald of winter to come. The winter, which yields spring. And, in spring, the flowers bloom red, red as blood.
Maybe I'll try to write a drabble during my 2:00 class...if I can get away with it. (Small class). Will definitely try to do one in my 4:00 Wasted Time 202 class!
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Yes, 4:00 should be Drabbalicious 202 ;)
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"Hi!" he chortled. "I'm crazy! Drabble me!"
While I have a feeling I'm going to have to wrestle Maitimo tonight, to work on AMC.
(Not complaining! ;D)
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"Hi!" he chortled. "I'm crazy! Drabble me!"
LOL!!! That's much more interesting that my 4:00 TA, who springs out and says "Hi! This is going to be the most pointless hour of your life!" only not quite so explicitly! (Hence, why I'm sitting here, at 4:50, at my desk, when said class does not get out until 5:00!)
While I have a feeling I'm going to have to wrestle Maitimo tonight, to work on AMC.
(Not complaining! ;D)
As long as you actually get some writing done...;D
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Good thing tomorrow is Friday!
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Don't worry, everyone knows that the Noldor didn't really leave Aman and become cursed and all that...Just a story meant to scare young children into behaving! ;)
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I have written a drabble. (Yes, during my 4:00 class!!!) It may be found at my journal, which may be reached by clicking my name on this or any other of my comments. Or you may request that I put it in a comment here. Thank you. That is all.
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But it is your work and your choice as to where it will appear :)
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But anyways, per your subtle request...
Leaves Fall Red
The leaves fall red, red as blood. They fall orange, orange as flame. They coat the ground red, red as blood. They turn the ground orange, set it afire. A layer of leaves leaves a river of blood and trail of fire. The wind blows chill out of the north, ever the origin of fire and blood. The leaves blow wild, fanning their fire. The leaves fall red, to leave the trees bare, gray, as ash. They fall as the herald of winter to come. The winter, which yields spring. And, in spring, the flowers bloom red, red as blood.
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