They say the pen is mightier than the sword, so is the tongue. Speech is a very powerful tool both positive and negative, some just like to play a fiddle to the human psyche for a reaction but they have sneakily left the site. Their movement is one to be revered as you never see them disappear, they cause mayhem then leave, and the smooth angelicness they leave, you are unable to even catch them on film or camera as they are astute and know where everyone is placed and move with such grace they avert them.
The meeting venue is rather splendid, with water falls adorning such beautiful figures of statues some are quite revealing, I’m sure not for the public view, let’s throw a penny bit in and make a wish, be careful what you wish for!
Let’s go out into the gardens they are exquisite, we can hide away with no one to visit. Look there at the pond all the koya carp, it’s a new Dawn it’s a new day and I’m feeling goood, fish in the sea you know what I mean ? It’s a new Dawn it’s a new day and I’m feeling goood.
What on earth are you doing?
I’m singing and dancing round the pond apparently it’s extremely sensual for the carp, they produce more off spring and it’s good for us humans to interact with them as well it does us good and brings wealth.
Well I’m over here in the conservatory entrance there is actually a well here but don’t you have thoughts, crazy ones like with the the koya carp. I already dropped a penny in and made my wish, but my lips are sealed until opened with a kiss. Water has a feel about it doesn’t it? Healing and surreal, very therapeutic if you had any illness that’s needed tranquility.
Let look a little further back we may find a hidden garden or a strange way back. Look Lizzy look a door 🚪 I wonder what’s behind it what we can adorn. I will pull all this tumbleweed off it and the entrance to become clear, I will bet it was a secret garden that the previous children played in here. In our mind we create virtual places, we visualise in mental imagery, I bet if we were to sit hold hands we could imagine what and who these gardens belongs too. Because we can tell our minds to imagine beautiful Virgin Islands of paradise,why? Is it the mind of the traveller to take the mind to the places of their mind.
Or is it the mind of the traveler whose mind decides where it will allow it’s mind to travel ? Do we create the virtual realities in our minds or reality itself , oh Lizzy I’m sorry for my mind wandering off in this tangent, please do forgive me I will look for a hidden swing, surly in a house and gardens as posh as these they had rope swing seat’s.
Come let’s gather all these dead leaves and make a bonfire fit for a queen. Did I tell you Lizzy before I had a Robin visit me at the wishing well, you know what that means in old folklore someone a loved one from your past is showing up to let you know they are ok, but you may not be.
What was that Lizzy ? O’h nothing. There’s a rake it will be so much quicker drag them across the grass, at least it’s dry. Oh Look Lizzy there is a Magpie, what does that mean? In your folklore? It means there’s a death upon us. So quickly let’s light that fire the wind Is up now high enough for a good bonfire I will fetch logs too from the porch, as long as Mrs Powallaki doesn’t kick up saying there is a storm.
Come get round isn’t this just swell? Yes it is thank you so much for a wonderful day. Well when you have had enough of the bonfire, I have a little surprise for you over a the conservatory. O’h Lizzy ,Lizzy can we go now ? Of course dear as you wish! Here look there’s the Robin I was telling you about , here’s a penny make a wish for seeing someone good in your life ………..Oh dear Annie , Annie are you ok all wrapped up in the bumbleweed in the well. You see Aron wanted a girlfriend my brother who passed into the next life, a bride he wanted and you would do lass.
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Dawn Earnshaw
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Darkness.
This bloody war causing havoc with the electric, we are going to have to buy candles soon with the amount going up into space , interfering with the ozone layer, I’ve got out my old record player . They just do not know what they are dealing with. The Lord said to Moses regarding gazing upon at the stars , yes study them but you’re main purpose is Mother Earth don’t forget that Moses. “The darkest hour is upon us”, Churchill they are having a war like no other, mother is making food to last us all over the summer, testing all the newly built missiles and tanks out to blast all the buildings down in Russia and Ukrainian and now Poland have been attacked and NATO have done nothing about it, regardless of removing the president of Russia who is starting on Poland. It really is a figure eight or red pill , blue pill matrix, We will be in complete darkness for quite sometime and the air we are breathing is toxic, I can taste it at the back of my throat. We surely cannot be taking any food provisions from those War torn countries with the amount of toxic waste going about, we have the new covid variant coming through the air spreading like wildfire, so it’s safer to have our masks on, “the world is but a stage and we are all just merely actors upon it.” Shakespeare.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Education
The Station Without Trains
Seen (1) At the far end of a desert highway stood a train station that no map acknowledged. There were no tracks leading to it, no schedules posted, and no trains that ever arrived. Still, every evening at sunset, the lights turned on. Maya found the station by accident while driving cross-country to escape a life that felt too heavy. Her radio had gone silent miles ago, and her phone showed no signal. When she saw the station glowing in the distance, she pulled over, relieved to find signs of life. The station was clean, almost untouched by time. Wooden benches lined the platform, and an old clock hung above the entrance, forever stuck at 6:40. The air smelled of dust and iron, like a place waiting to be used. “Hello?” Maya called. No answer. She sat on a bench, telling herself she would leave in five minutes. But as the sun disappeared, the lights grew warmer, softer. Calm settled over her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. A man in a conductor’s uniform stepped out from the shadows. His clothes looked old-fashioned, but neatly pressed. His face was kind, though tired. “You’re early,” he said. “Early for what?” Maya asked. “For the train,” he replied. Maya frowned. “There are no tracks.” The man smiled gently. “Not all journeys need them.” He explained that this station was a place between leaving and arriving—a pause for those who were lost, grieving, or running from something they couldn’t name. People didn’t come here on purpose. They arrived when they needed stillness. “Does the train ever come?” Maya asked. “Yes,” he said. “But only once for each person.” Maya felt a tightness in her chest. “Where does it go?” The conductor looked at the horizon. “To the life you stopped believing in.” Maya thought of the dreams she had abandoned, the version of herself she no longer recognized. Tears surprised her, sliding down her face without warning. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered. The conductor nodded. “That’s why the train hasn’t arrived.” They sat in silence as the stars appeared. For the first time in years, Maya didn’t feel the urge to run. She felt seen. Slowly, the station lights dimmed. The conductor stood. “When you leave,” he said, “you won’t remember this place. But you’ll remember how you felt.” A distant sound echoed—not a train horn, but something close to a heartbeat. Maya blinked. She was back in her car, parked on the side of the empty highway. The station was gone. The road stretched endlessly ahead. But her chest felt lighter. She turned the key and drove forward, not knowing exactly where she was going—but certain, for the first time, that she was finally on the right track.
By Do bol ho jaaye 6 days ago in Horror
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