Mike Singleton π Mikeydred
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A Weaver of Tales and Poetry
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We're so glad to have you here, you are going to be an absolutely perfect fit. How do you know, I have so many faults. What is a fault? What do you see as a fault? What defines a fault? We see "faults2 as just part of your character. They may be part of what makes you interesting.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Snow
Snow You Are Always Moaning. It's Always Snow. You are late, You blame Snow. Something doesn't work properly It's because of Snow Snow is always to blame. It's never your fault. Snow is your permanent excuse. Living here and working where you do, you can always blame Snow, whatever the problem turns out to be. And you always do, don't you? When have you ever taken responsibility for anything? You always have something to blame. It's never your fault, and the default culprit is usually Snow. It's not like you have to do anything difficult at all. You don't have to get up early and you only work nine til four four days a week, so how come Snow stops you from getting up and getting here almost every day? Why is it never anything else? We know the answer before we ask, don't we? It's always the same. It's always Snow. Never anything else. We would love it to be something else to give us a little variety. But no, it's always Snow. We hope that one day it will be something else, we actually lay bets, but we all know what the answer will be. Every day the answer is Snow. Every day it is always the same thing. Snow is always to blame. * So Who Or What Is Snow? Is It A Person Or A Pet Or The White Crystalised Cold Water That Falls From The Sky? I will leave you to work that one out
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowbird
You Fly Above The Snowy Wastelands Beautiful Bird Soaring Far Above Watching The World And All Of Its Plans Snowbird Flying As You Spread Your Love White Bird Healer Of All World Sorrows Soaring Far Above The Arctic Snows Bringer Of Peace, Better Tomorrows The Places Where You Fly, Our Hope Grows Snowbird Your Song Raises The Spirits Your Flight Over Steppes, Oceans And Snow The World Will See Hope When You Visit White Bird Brings Smiles To Faces, 'Tis So Sweet Bird Of Peace, White As Driven Snow Bringer Of Calm Times, Bringer Of Light Down Ice Bound Rivers, Cold Waters Flow Above Troubled Lands, White Bird In Flight White Bird The Bringer Of Happiness Over Snow Bound Lands Awaiting Spring Birdsong Sounds Like Bells Ringing Success Snowbird The Whole World Loves You To Sing Spread Your White Wings, Your Message Of Peace Your Love Falls Like Snow On Every Town You Are The Bird That The Hopeful See When You Sing, All Down Here Love That Sound Bird Of Paradise O'er Snow You Fly White Lands Below, Snowbird Far Above Soaring Through The Bluest Of Blue Skies Snowbird Showering The World In Love White Bird Making Dreams Of Peace Come True Turning Crying Children's Tears To Smiles Flying Tirelessly Through Skies Of Blue Never Stopping Over Snowbound Miles You Are The Snowbird, Bringer Of Peace Your Song Gives Such Hope To Those In Need Flying High Over The Arctic With Ease And Setting Those In Their Sorrow Free
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Nope
It's five o'clock in the morning! And you want to go out? Seriously? It's snowing outside and minus two degrees, it is warm in here, just lie down and go back to sleep. If you are hungry there is kibble in your dish and there is water in your bowl, I'm going back to sleep.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake. Content Warning.
I don't know who made this or thought it was a good idea to build it in these snowy wastes. They told me it contained secrets and it would show me unimagined treasures and I believed every word they said, some people are very persuasive.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Cups
Monday Morning Another Monday morning and I had a case, well not really case, just a social visit to an old couple on the other side of town. I would have to get a bus over as taxi fares across town were frowned on by accounts, but it would only take about twenty minutes to walk.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
