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Susanna Hill’s 6th Annual Halloweensie Contest

 

The moment we have all been waiting for….THE HALLOWEENSIE CONTEST!!!!

The challenge is to write a 100 word Halloween story (title not included in the 100 words) using the words ghost, moon and spider.  More details can be found at https://susannahill.com/2016/10/10/and-now-the-moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for/

And now the moment of truth…will my Teensy-Weensy Witch get even this Halloween?

The wait is over…happy reading 🙂

Teensy-Weensy Witch Strikes Back! (99 words)

A pale moon trembled on Halloween night,

The teensy-weensy witch danced jiggles of delight.

Jumping on her broomstick, scooping up her cat,

Sammy spider poised on her pointy purple hat.

 “We need to fly faster” the giant spider cried.

“We need a rocket blaster” the teensy witch replied.

 “Quickly, send a sticky web spinning way up high,

Catch those ghosties unaware, flying through the sky!”

 “Nooooo” wailed the gooey ghosts wishing they had fled.

The witch and the spider gathered up the thread!

Tying a humungous bow, they hung them from the moon

“Next Halloween can’t come too soon!”

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Aaaahhhrooooo!

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Susanna Hill’s 6th Annual Halloweensie Contest is BACK!

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Aaaahhhroooooo!

Susanna Hill’s Halloweensie Contest is BACK and so is my Teensy-Weensy Witch!

The task is to write a 100 word Halloween story (title not included in the 100 words)… using the words ghost, moon and spider, more details  can be found at https://susannahill.com/2016/10/10/and-now-the-moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for/

Last year my Teensy-Weensy Witch was unceremoniously dumped in a puddle with a rather large S-P-L-A-S-H…

The Teensy-Weensy Witch  (2015 entry)

On Halloween night: October thirty-one,

A teensy-weensy witch shrieked “Let’s have fun!”

She packed her tiny spell book in her pointy purple hat,

Put on her witch’s costume, grabbed her broomstick and her cat!

They left the tiny house in the thickening gloom

And zoomed in the air on her itsy-bitsy broom.

Out of the dark came a haunting “Whooooooo…

Watch out witches we’re after you!!!”

The witch gave a wobble; the broomstick took a crash,

Landing in a puddle with one ginormous splash!!!

“DAGNABIT YOU GHOSTS OUT IN THE BLACK!

Next Halloween I’ll get you back!”

 

…this year she is prepared and ready to get even with those pesky little ghosties!

See you soon for the next instalment…Teensy-Weensy Witch Strikes Back!

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Lavender’s Blue

 

Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,

Lavender’s green.

When you are king, dilly dilly,

I will be queen.

 

With the sun in the sky and a tune in my head, we drove south towards La Mas de la Rivoire on the border of the Gard department in the Languedoc area of France.

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Sharing its border with the lavender fields of Provence and the Camargue, famed for flamingos, wild horses and bulls, Gard is happily situated in dramatic landscapes, it oozes vineyards and towns steeped in history.

Roman architecture has a strong presence here. Nimes amphitheatre and La Maison Carrée are beautifully preserved.

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Hello arty photo opportunity….check out the cool reflection in my daughter’s sunglasses!

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Le Pont du Gard is one of the best preserved Roman aqueducts in existence and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Swallows dance on the updrafts under the arches like tiny kites gliding on the breeze. The beautiful blue Gardon River welcomes families on its banks as they picnic and swim amongst the colourful kayaks that float serenely by.

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Further south on the coast is the stunning town of Aigues-Mortes that was built in the 13th century by Louis IX as a new port for France, until rising silt rendered it a ghost-town for many centuries. Today the surrounding salt marshes give the town one of its chief industries. Behind its four imposing stone walls, this medieval city houses a grid of tightly packed terraced cottages, bustling shops and a lively restaurant scene. Walk the ramparts for great views, if you have the courage to face the blistering heat!

Aigues Mortes

 

The lively town of Sommières was our evening haunt. Wednesday night ‘estivales’ or summer festival night market and wine tasting fills the town square to bursting with locals and tourists alike.

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Friday night in Sommières sees the small bulls, indigenous to this region, run through the streets to the arena. The evening continues with local boys dodging bulls in mounds of soapy foam! During the interlude all the children race to play fully clothed in the foam until the bell rings to resume proceedings. The family atmosphere ensures the tradition passes on to the next generation!

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Climbing in the trees at ‘Roc le Masserau’, Parc Aventure in Sommières was a fun day out! Any adventure of this magnitude needs nick names! So, Tree Boy, Jungle Jim, Monkey Mark, Swinging Sarah, Lunging Lauren and Acrobat Annie walked for miles and never touched the ground once, thanks to a series of bridges, massive zip wires and tree-connecting obstacles! Oh, and did I mention they crossed rivers…four times?

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Lauren

Did I join in?? Well no…someone had to take the photos!

 

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A New Generation

Your little brood of babies will soon be on their way,

Growing strong on worms and bugs you feed them every day.

The space within your little home will surely disappear,

As feathers grow and wings are stretched…Fledging time is near!

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50 Precious Words Contest

I am loving Vivian Kirkfield’s  ’50 word challenge’ and just couldn’t resist posting a second story.

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME  (48 words)

by Julie Abery

Grandma has a little bird

Who always tells on me.

She knows I picked her favourite flowers

and climbed the apple tree.

She knows I painted on the wall,

That’s why I’m in my bed.

But as the birds can’t see me here,

I’ll climb the shelves instead!

 

 

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The Grizzly Who Couldn’t Bear Valentines

Julie Abery (211 words)

In the beautiful village of Valentines Bay,

People just lived for each Valentine’s Day.

But the grizzly postman, a grumpy old bear

Said “I never get one…it just isn’t fair!”

“In fact!” said the grizzly “I’ve had quiet enough!

I’m really fed up with this luvvy-dove stuff!”

He threw cards down driveways, he hid them in trees,

He even stuffed some in a hive full of bees!

Then things just got silly, he flicked them instead,

Like little card Frisbees up over his head!

The bear didn’t care, till he spied in the air

A card which was marked to Dear Grizzly Bear.

He scrambled to catch it and shouted with glee,

“I can’t quite believe it, but this one’s for me!?

Does somebody love me? Who can it be?”

He tore it straight open, he just had to see…

MEET ME AT THREE AT THE VALENTINE’S TEA.

That’s when it hit him “I feel really bad!

Throwing those cards will make everyone sad!”

He scrabbled and grabbled,

He paddled and dabbled,

And finally found all the cards he’d unravelled.

He posted them quickly through everyone’s door,

Waving and smiling at people he saw.

Then he rushed to the park and the Valentine’s tea…

Wondering who his admirer could be­?