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BethAnne

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I have never thought of trying that. Maybe it's time for the Bette-brain to do something different. I have always written, but usually conversationally. I can be poetic occasionally, but not a written story-teller (I'm verbally more articulate; I'm always regaling my poor customers...). 100 words, let's go!
So speak 100 words ;)
 

wrdwrytr

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Hello
I'm new to this site but I posted infrequently on the original wondercafe. I have written for years, mostly poetry but some prose. Since I retired, I've also been dabbling in painting as well. This isn't a 100 word type of prose. It is something I wrote a while ago. Usually my poetry is uplifting but I wrote this feeling very angry. I live in a seniors retirement community and they asked us to put orange ribbons in front of our houses and shoes on our porches to honour the children of Kamploops. I didn't have any orange ribbon so I did this very quick painting instead. I'm not too technical so I hope it gets attached. Here is the poem.

Repeat Offenders


From the smooth lakes


Chortling rivers,


Forests deep,


Wide grassy plains


Rising hills


And quiet valleys


From mother, father,


Grandparents, cousins,


Aunts, uncles,


Brothers, sisters


Family and community


They were torn


Because


THE GOVERNMENT


THE CHURCH


KNEW WHAT WAS BEST


In their insatiable lust


For power and control


And because, they could


They stole the childhoods,


Of too many innocents


Taking the very essence


Of who each child was


Beating, abusing, raping,


Their body, mind, spirit,


Heart and soul


They murdered them


Some survived the horror


To become adults


At least outwardly


Often hiding their broken


Fear in anger, drugs and drink


Some tried to forget


Raising their own families


As best they could


Some went back to their land


And learned the old ways


Healing and trying to put


Themselves back together


So many did not


Grow up or go home


Not long ago


The PM apologized


The church too


For what was done


In the past


The schools are now


Museums, evidence


Of that brutal time


But the terror


Does not end


And at each discovery


Of further depravity


The wounds are ripped


Open to bleed once more


The news reports


Of the mass grave


In Kamloops


Brings shock to most


Memorials with


Teddy bears and tiny shoes


Flags at half mast


For 215 hours


Periods of silence in


Parliament and legislature


Everyone so revolted


That children died and disappeared


But it keeps happening


We haven’t learned the lessons


Of Nazi Germany, Bosnia,


Mei Lai, Congo, ……


What of the other children


Who lie in the ground


undiscovered?


What about their families,


Communities, who still


Mourn?


Why don’t we do something


To finally put an end to it?


The eagle weeps red tears,


The bear hangs her head


In sorrow


The turtle remains still


watching, remembering


And we keep repeating


Offending humanity and God June 1/21.
 

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Waterfall

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Storybook Princess
The little girl sat on her bed ready to read her favourite book. It was late but she always had time to join the fantastical character of Lala as she maneuvered her way through a magical kingdom wearing her crown and carrying her sceptre waiting for her prince. She soon fell asleep with a smile and began her dream.

The next morning it was Lala who woke up in the little girls bed and as she leafed through the book she saw the little girl embedded inside....briefly she mourned.

Lala closed the book, and it was never opened again.
 

Mendalla

Agnostic pan(en)theist gorilla
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Hello
I'm new to this site but I posted infrequently on the original wondercafe. I have written for years, mostly poetry but some prose. Since I retired, I've also been dabbling in painting as well. This isn't a 100 word type of prose. It is something I wrote a while ago. Usually my poetry is uplifting but I wrote this feeling very angry. I live in a seniors retirement community and they asked us to put orange ribbons in front of our houses and shoes on our porches to honour the children of Kamploops. I didn't have any orange ribbon so I did this very quick painting instead. I'm not too technical so I hope it gets attached. Here is the poem.

Repeat Offenders


From the smooth lakes


Chortling rivers,


Forests deep,


Wide grassy plains


Rising hills


And quiet valleys


From mother, father,


Grandparents, cousins,


Aunts, uncles,


Brothers, sisters


Family and community


They were torn


Because


THE GOVERNMENT


THE CHURCH


KNEW WHAT WAS BEST


In their insatiable lust


For power and control


And because, they could


They stole the childhoods,


Of too many innocents


Taking the very essence


Of who each child was


Beating, abusing, raping,


Their body, mind, spirit,


Heart and soul


They murdered them


Some survived the horror


To become adults


At least outwardly


Often hiding their broken


Fear in anger, drugs and drink


Some tried to forget


Raising their own families


As best they could


Some went back to their land


And learned the old ways


Healing and trying to put


Themselves back together


So many did not


Grow up or go home


Not long ago


The PM apologized


The church too


For what was done


In the past


The schools are now


Museums, evidence


Of that brutal time


But the terror


Does not end


And at each discovery


Of further depravity


The wounds are ripped


Open to bleed once more


The news reports


Of the mass grave


In Kamloops


Brings shock to most


Memorials with


Teddy bears and tiny shoes


Flags at half mast


For 215 hours


Periods of silence in


Parliament and legislature


Everyone so revolted


That children died and disappeared


But it keeps happening


We haven’t learned the lessons


Of Nazi Germany, Bosnia,


Mei Lai, Congo, ……


What of the other children


Who lie in the ground


undiscovered?


What about their families,


Communities, who still


Mourn?


Why don’t we do something


To finally put an end to it?


The eagle weeps red tears,


The bear hangs her head


In sorrow


The turtle remains still


watching, remembering


And we keep repeating


Offending humanity and God June 1/21.
Wow, really captures the darkness of the whole mess. Welcome to WC2, @wrdwrytr and feel free to share more in this thread when you have it.

(and I'm the guy who fixed the screw-up with your account, for which I offer my humble apologies)
 

wrdwrytr

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Thank you for the warm welcome. Thank you Mendalla for 'opening the door' for me to access the site. I hope to stop in once in a while. I have a bit more time now. I used to drop in during my break at work and didn't have much time to look around. Keep well and safe.
 

Mendalla

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Posted this in Room for All, but it fits here, too. There's a new competition up at the writing site I frequent, Stories Space, so I'm posting information here for anyone who wants to join and take a shot at it. US$ prizes are involved and you've got a month to write 1001-5000 words. The regulars will recall that I won a first prize in the last competition on the site (story should be linked somewhere upthread).

 

Mendalla

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My latest scribbling is about a goddess who wants to have some fun. It's an entry in Stories Space's 10th anniversary competition for Flash-length stories (500-1000 words roughly) and getting some good responses.

This is the one that won.
 

Luce NDs

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What is God essence compared to des Ire thingy? Pure insanity across the line ...

In a darkened reflection do both side claim the other side is crazy ... as a form of delusionary mutuality?
 

BethAnne

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Bike 6K in the rain...acupuncture and live blood analysis appointments this morning so I have to get my act in gear as I'm out the door in less than an hour
 

Mendalla

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And my latest story is up. It's an entry in "A Survivor's Story", the latest competition over on Stories Space. A bit dark, but hopeful, is what I was aiming for. See if you think I hit the mark.

 
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