Alien Encounters (short story contest 700 words)

Darkness covered the room. Midnight, the chimes from the grandfather clock “dongs.”
The bass dong’s don’t awaken her, but she’s awake expecting them.”It’s’s their time to come.”
Under the covers, she hides.
“Maybe, they won’t notice I’m awake.”
Her eyes are huge and the beats of her heart will surely tell the black cloaked monks, “she’s faking sleep.”

“They come out from the closet. Three of them. Extremely tall. They’re working at something. The covers, their cloaks and the darkness hide their doings.They will peer over my body, looking to see me sleeping. They don’t know everything. But, if I look at them, their red eyes stare. I can’t see a face. They tell me to, ‘shut up.’ Meaness. That’s all I can say. They’re not good.”

*Note from the experienced participate.
“Now I’m 60 years past their visits. However my daughter who’s 32 now, also saw them when she was young and when we visited the home I grew up in, the house my father built.. We drew matching pictures. They were easy to draw as there were no faces, just red glaring mean threatening eyes. My daughter saw more of them as they showed her a horrifying vision of the future. The future looked bleak for the person in the vision. The name of the person is withheld. They threatened her. She had to look. I was too afraid and for many nights when they came, somehow, I climbed from my bed and crawled down the hall to my sister’s room. There I slept in the doorway on the floor. I felt safe.”

“We discussed this matter and drew like scetches, 2 years ago and not a day before.”

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The Gripes That Stole Christmas

The Gripes That Stole Christmas  
By Bojenn Bonnie Jennings  *
A work in progress
Christmas 2012

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The gripes that stole Christmas,
Shouted all through our land
All people were silent
Including the Carol band

The stockings were hung 
By chimneys with care
In hopes of the gripes would, SHUT UP!
With their wicked Christmas dares

And I in rebellion
With eggnog in the tub
Settled not in snug
For their fake “HAPPY HOLIDAY” hugs

While shopping at the mall mulling and frumping
And watching others snarling and melancholy 
Noticed the void of spirit filled voices
Singing of the historical birth of our savior.

Being born in a stable so lowly and humble
Offering us hope when misguided
Then, suddenly from the crowd I heard… 
…Someone singing?

Yes!… ?.. No… o…(sigh)
Only teenagers rapping … 
Then, disturbed at this plight,
That tv media stole man’s beacon light.
All for the sake of “human rights.”

Then a child from out of nowhere came
Tugged on my garment smiling my name
“Though our hearts break with too many changes
He hasn’t gone. No, he’s simply preparing.”

Then she called called out his names; 
Boldly declaring:
Now Yeshua
Now Jehova
Now Jesus
Now God

Onward believers
To the top of the world!
Now call them
And tell them about my love

And promise I’m soon coming
And don’t deny
For soon I will see you
Now, don’t you cry

Then the little child hugged me 
And disappeared from my sight
But the twinkle she left beaming from her eyes
And a joy over took me
As then I smiled
And shouted MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And saluted good night.

Original version

The gripes that stole Christmas
Shouted all through our land
All people were silent
Including the band

The stockings were hung 
By chimneys with care
In hopes of the gripes would, SHUT UP!
With their wicked Christmas dares

And I in rebellion
With eggnog in the tub
Settled not in snug
For their fake “HAPPY HOLIDAY” hugs

While shopping at the mall mulling and frumping
And watching others seeming melancholy 
Noticed the void of spirit filled voices
Singing of the historical birth of our savior.

Being born in a stable so lowly and humble
Offering us hope that’s often misguided
Then, suddenly from the crowd I heard… 
Someone singing?

Yes!… ?.. No… ?
Oh…(sigh)
Only teenagers rapping … 
Then, feeling I; disturbed

Then a child from out of nowhere came
Tugged on my garment smiling my name
“Though our hearts break with too many changes
He hasn’t gone. No, he’s simply preparing.”

Then she called called out his names; 
Boldly declaring:
Now Yeshua
Now Jehova
Now Jesus
Now God

Onward believers
To the top of the world!
Now call them
And tell them about my love

And promise I’m soon coming
And don’t deny
For soon I will see you
Now, don’t you cry

Then the little child hugged me 
And disappeared from my sight
But the twinkle she left beaming from her eyes
And a joy over took me
As then I smiled
And shouted MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And saluted good night.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Rolling DOWN DOwn down the Tracks

Tonight dreams will embrace 
A tapestry of puzzled pictures 
Whispering images that tell 
Where do we go 
To the place traveled 
Hand in hand our guide leads us 
Boarding sleepy train so slow. 
Wisk off!
All aboard 
Children we are 
Once again 
The clickity clack, we soar… 
Nite nite children Nite nite… 

October 17 at 11:22PM  

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The alligators argle-bargled with their bloviated speech. 

Predictably, a cockamamie cantankerous story arose. 

When, the ornery panjandrum nincompoup slang-wangled the mavericks tale, 

Which snolly-gostered the wablit’s worn out mugwamping tune

That led to, a batrachromy and sialoquinting

while swine pinning that smell-fungused hocus-pocused balderdashing letter

~ That was mailed. 

It’s not that complicated. 

And, that’s the truth.

 Definition of words: 

Allegator; allegedly 

Argle-bargled; loud quarrel 

Betrachom; making a mountain out of a mole hill 

Bloviated; pompous or loud speech 

Cropulous; eating or drinking too much 

Mugwamp; follows no part 

Panjamdram; thinks highly of themself 

Sialoquent; spits while speaking 

Slang whanger; loud, abrasive and obnoxious 

Smell-fungus; pessimistic 

Snolly goster; untrustworthy 

Wablit; worn out 

 

You should know the rest of the words 

* one hundred most funniest words in EnglishAuthor Notes

Spiderweb and Spider Bates

By Bojenn

Dare escape
My little bate
web so clever
Dying by hate

Dignity you’ve lost
Night flying costs
Nature made it so
Blame the host

While you cry
I’ll sigh
Thanking the host
My food supply

Inching forward
Tangled coward
Dinner tonight
Teeth engaging tword’ya

Huh! Get away!
Dismal frog. Hey!
Long tongue grabbed
The spider’s, pray.

Eleven insects lay
Succession by dismay
Frog’s guts for certain
Heavenly, the spiders prey,

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Love Is Likened To

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Shall love be a thought likened to late fall

That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare

Burning heat of summer,  then the crow’s squall

The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares

So it seems, the seasons lend their prime

Then giving the heat, the reds and golden gates

Offering feeble apologies and time

As if, thought possible, love’s quiet fate.

But looking at love, I do know

In summer so brilliant you shine

Seasons come, and seasons go

In fall love withers as the bell chimes.

In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue

When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.

 

 

Revised version

 

Shall love be a thought likened to late fall

That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare

Burning heat of summer, then the crow’s squall

The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares

So it seems, the seasons lend their prime

Offering the heat, the reds and the golden welcoming gates

Comes feeble apologies and time

As if, thought possible, love’s quiet destined fate.

But looking at love, I do know

In summer so brilliant you shine

Seasons come, and seasons go

In fall love withers as the bell chimes.

In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue

When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.