Flying Clouds

Silly Poem (Part Ten)

Where you go
Smushy
Fluffy
Snow white cloudy mess
Like a cotton ball
Flying
So close to me
Like I can almost touch you,
Catch you,
And eat you like candy floss

Why you flying back
Don’t go away
You beautiful sky pillow
Magic carpet in some dreamy land
I could fall on you
Just lie there forever
Ah so comfortable
Just like heaven must be

Sometimes you go by
Shaped like a bunny
Often you end up looking so funny
The wind must be taking you away

But stop for a while
The mighty sky enjoys your company
Just play along the symphony
Cloudy cloud come back
Don’t go away
Stay a little while longer
I enjoy looking at you and ponder
So please stay!

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The Chase

Ruins - © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Where did they go?” asked Tony the gang leader, when suddenly the couple they were chasing vanished into thin air.
“You people are useless, we have to find them before sunset otherwise you all will be dead.” And so all five of his gang members began searching again.
“The only place they can hide,” Tony pointed at the ruins of some old fort in the middle of the valley.

They saw a shelter in the haunted place that looked like an old dome-shaped room. The gang force entered the room, and suddenly, there was a blast. After five minutes, only two people came out.

“We did it! I cant believe they fell for that trap!” said the guy. 

“I know babe. This is the best day ever!” replied the girl. “Let’s take their car.” 

And off they drove, on the highway to hell.

Headlines later that day:

“After stealing world’s most expensive painting,
the most wanted couple,
still on the run.”


Monday’s Finish The Story. The challenge was to start the story with the given sentence and photo; finishing the story in 100-150 words. Seven words over the limit. Thanks for reading!