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Out The Laundry Chute

November 22, 2020


      Meanwhile while Harry was enjoying his drink by a caribbean bay and Betty Lou and her imps were casting fires, Chuck had landed in a pile of putrid green and yellow stained sheets in the laundry room. Choking, gasping and shaking the offensive sheets from his body, Chuck emerged from the pile of offensive laundry.

      “Why me?” he cried. “When my next assignment rotation comes up, I’m finished with hospital detail. No more guarding patients from themselves, visitors from another planet, and ambulance chasing attorneys.” Being a hospital guard, well, It was a fight for survival . Every day brought dangerous trials for him. Now here he was searching for a crook in Tight skinny pants and a passion for murder. 

      Looking around he found only the area around the laundry chutes was lit up. So he pulled out his lighter and pushed the ignition and watched the spark turn the flicker to a flame. Then he surveyed the room and found a safe like door. What’s Behind the Door? he wondered.

      He could hear chanting and screaming and the beating of drums and clanking of chains coming from inside. Where were  Rory, Mintzy and the other officers? What was he to do? And who was that little fellow with the fake mustache and Distressed outfit standing outside it. He was drinking a chocolate fizz and every time he took a sip, it left a Drink mustache  on his upper lip. Moving with caution Chuck walked over to the little fellow and asked If he’s seen a group of men and a woman carrying a hospital patient. 

      Betty Lou’s watchdog grinned evilly and replied, “Nobody like that been bye here dude.”

      Chuck eyed him with suspicion. “Uh, could you tell me what’s behind the door? I need to see what is in there.”
      “I don’t know, fellow,” said the little guy. I”ve been here all day and it’s been closed. As you can see it is locked up tight.

      “Well, I have to get in there,” said Chuck. “Just a minute while I call my fellow officers and we’ll break in. I have a feeling our missing policeman is in there.”

      He turned and dialed Mintzy. Not noticing the glow that suddenly engulfed the little man. 

(clarice) 11/21/2020

Week 37.13 Topic: What’s Behind the Door?

Topic: Blue Man &  Picture: Leta

Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a lyric from the song “Misty Blue” (any version or artist) – Turns the flicker to a flame

Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include a Ray Stevens lyric – from Mississippi Survival .. It was a fight for survival 

Guesses for secret word/phrase:  1. Tight skinny pants. 2. Fake mustache  3. Drink mustache  4. Distressed outfit

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What’s Going On In Stormys World

November 15, 2020

Week 36.13 

Topic:  Joleene &  Picture:Johnathon 

Topic:  The Final Sonata

Hard Bonus: Incorporate a quote by Laurie Colwin 

Easy Bonus:  Include a prism

Secret word/phrase: 1 man on the moon  2. Bad moon rising  3. Cloud cover

4. Long tail   5. Moonlight serenade 6. Pop smoke  7. Moondust  8. K-9

“To be effortlessly yourself is a blessing, an ambrosia. It is like a few tiny little puffs of opium which lift you ever so slightly off the hard surface of the world.” But these past six days my prism has been dulled by an ugly bout of pneumonia. Add to it an unknown source of bleeding and my moon is a  bad moon rising. The man in the moon isn’t singing a  Moonlight serenade or spreading moondust to cheer me up. Hopefully he’ll blow a pop of smoke, enough to make a happy cloud cover that will protect me from getting any worse.

I see K-9 in the long tail behind the moon. He gives me hope.

      I’m skipping the story this week. No concentration. I wish you all the best.

Stormy 11/13/2020

A Wicked Frenzy

November 8, 2020

     Horrified McManus watched as Betty Lou in a wicked frenzy went off the deep end. Developed into a furious and malignant, incredibly evil, grotesque old rabid fire breathing Medusa.

     With murderous laughter, she cast a circle around the room. “This night I declare no man nor woman shall escape the devil’s power. Into this circle shall the earth be imprisoned. I mote an asp to poison with, a lizard to shed its fire, a banshee to call the devil’s bidding into my cauldron of bubbling disaster. Then she lifted her pitchfork wand and a hell breathing fire erupted around her circle.

     McManus gasped, “You are vomiting blasphemy Betty Lou.” I don’t know where this Harry is or why you need his paper. But my friends are coming and will stop you.” “Oh God please let me be right”, he silently prayed as he watched the yellow ball slowly wobble across his chin.

      Betty Lou cackled “ Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option. And she aimed her wand, sending McManus to hang over the cauldron.
    “Yeah!, Yeah!” her imps and crew shouted.And set out to find Harry.

       Meanwhile Harry is enjoying himself  Wasting time on a Slow travel vacation with a Relaxing drink of Long Island iced tea.  His Ocean view is A view to kill of a tropical Blue lagoon. While sittin’ on the dock of the bay he thinks, “  It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, so I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink till mananja”, unaware of the turmoil his formula is causing.

(clarice) 11/07/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 35.13 Topic: Off the Deep End                            

Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a song lyric from singer Post Malone    

Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah from  ‘No option”                         

Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include the word “blasphemy”

Topic: Tyler & Picture: Jay

Secret word/phrase: 1. Relaxing drink  2. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere             3.  sittin’ on the dock of the bay  4. Wasting time  5. Blue lagoon      6. Slow travel vacation  7. Long island iced tea  8. Ocean view  9. A view to kill         10.  I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink

The Devil Stirs

November 1, 2020

The Devil Stirs,

A   blonde haired, blue eyed girl sits Patiently waiting in a French cafe. Thinking “Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring should I add One lump or two to my afternoon tea.” She’s the Woman in blue and white shirt, Pink lips, Rose choker necklace and   Black beret teasing the fellows who stare at her beauty. 
     I’d Be Lion  or is it lying? I’m no good at spelling. But I want to saunter over and whisper in her ear, “ Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear  

     “What shall we make my cop boy?” she snarls. As the blonde beauty turns into Betty Lou tickling his chin with a knife. 

      And MaMullan wakes up in a fright.

     “I must have Harry’s note before the witching hour tonight. The devil stirs, commands his obedience . His words are written in blood, what hell we’ll bring to this earth.”  And with those words the room suddenly fills with dancing imps holding on to  Helium filled spears all pointed at him. 

     What more could happen? He looked. The ant filled ball still balanced on his nose, the walls were closing in with horrors of creepy crawlers and the imps floated with menace towards him.

      “Last chance McManus! Or I’ll let the devil have you” 

(clarice) 10/31/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 34.13                                                                                     Topic:  I’d Be Lion                                                         Topic:    The David                                                                                                          Picture:  Jonathan                                                                                                          Hard Bonus (2 points):  Use a Bon Jovi lyric –                                                          From  ‘Livin’ on a prayer’  Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear Easy Bonus (1 Point):   Mention Helium                                                                    Secret word/phrase: 1.  Pink lips 2.  One lump or two  3.  French café            4.  Woman in blue and white shirt  5.  Rose choker necklace   6.  afternoon tea  7.  Black beret  8. Patiently waiting 9. Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring             10. blonde haired, blue eyed girl  

Demons and Devils

October 24, 2020

    Betty Lou’s comrades watched their satanic leader carve the devil’s image on McManus’ chest. And from a back corner the brown rats waited for the leavings. 

    As McManus lay there helpless, he remembered Johnny Cash’s words from ‘Hurt” “I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real,” Boy! Had Johnny got that right.

    Had he really been falling in love with this lunatic? Rory would slap him on the back and say: “If your heart was really broken, you’d be dead. So shut up.’

     Well at least he wasn’t dead yet. 

He could feel his whole body crying for relief and he couldn’t Shake it off

     The room was cast in  extreme density and negative charges. Creepy feelings he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Objects made of neo light and gruesome shaped knives and hammers danced close to his being. And a rope curled and crawled the walls like a snake. 

     Betty Lou leered Cross eyed at him and continued to carve him up. What and how was he supposed to escape?

     And now she has something Marshmallow yellow in her hand. 

     “Lets see if you can do a  Balancing act” she laughs.  “See  Yellow ball on nose. Guys? It is full of Army ants. McMullan, those ants are going to be let loose if you don’t tell me where Harry is. 

     McMullan, horrified, passes out.

     Rory, Mintzy and the other officers now grim faced started following the clingy Obsession odor through the hospital corridors. 

     Rory turned to the group of officers and said, ‘I want no Monkey business as we search these halls. Chuck you’re not Curious George the Silly gorilla. So stop with the Very ape gestures. Searching for this gang by sniffing for Betty Lou’s scent is a very good idea. We don’t have time to get a couple of scent dogs in here. And there are too many women whose perfume scent could throw them off.” 

     After about 15 minutes had passed when Chuck excitedly signalled for them to stop. “The gangsters split up here.” he cried. “See! Something was pushed down this laundry chute. The door has traces of blood on it and a white cloth like a hospital gown is caught on its edge, Could be Officer McManus’s. And that perfume odor is going down the left hallway.”

      Rory tapped Chuck on the shoulder. “Good catch Chuck.” 

      Minzy looked around and said, “Someones got to go down that shute. Any volunteers?”      

     Rory laughed and said, “We’ve got our own monkey here. Come on Chuck! Take off your gear and put your weapon in your belt. We’ll see you at the bottom of the chute.” 

Chuck stripped and gingerly climbed into the Shute feet first.

Rory gave him a shove. And Chuck went flying down the chute. While Mintzy, Rory and three other officers ran down the left hand hall for the hospital elevators.

(clarice) 10/24/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia 33.13 Topic:  WRITER’S CHOICE: Demons and Devils

Hard Bonus (2 points): WRITER’S CHOICE mention 3 kinds of torture   –                                  carve up, brown rats and broken heart

Easy Bonus (1 Point):   WRITER’S CHOICE lyric from Johnny Cash song –

“I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real,” from Hurt

Secret Word/Phrase:  1. Silly gorilla (monkey)  2. Cross eyed  3. Yellow ball on nose                 4.  Very ape            5.  Monkey business  6.  Marshmallow yellow  7. Shake it off                             8.  Balancing act  9.  Now what do I do with it  10.  Curious George

The Moon Breaks The Mist

February 15, 2015

The Moon Breaks The Mist


The moon breaks the mist reveals my  heartache

In  shadows  cast  on  the  barren  landscape

A sere fog encroaches  to   overtake

each  faltered  step   as  I  try   to   escape


The  sage  glow  that  illuminates my soul

Pulls  haunting  memories  deep   from   long   past

each   furrow  reveals the  lines  of my scroll

each   plowed  choice   to  tear  and  tear  and   gash


Desolate  sentinels  stand  tall  and   bleak

watch  the dawns awareness  as  it engulfs

Gentles the iron  bleakness  I  may   seek

In  its   onset  the  nature  of  myself


Peace arrives in the char of the moons flare

New days and second chances become clear


(clarice) 02/15/2015


This sonnet written for Lady Di

Samuel Smyth Had Returned to Fight

December 13, 2014

Samuel Smyth Had Returned to Fight

A whiskered screech owl kept watch all through the night
Oer the man’s battled skirmish sleep
His now grown Samuel Smyth had returned to fight
No longer a’chicken-rat’ fleeing like a cowardly sheep
He’d cast away his ‘skunk-bit’ conscience
Come back to avenge Pa’s backwoods malevolence
Just as mornings rosey hews broke softly through the trees
The wizened owl shook feathered wings
Announced the days life with a raspy Tuh whoo, Tuh whee
Stirring Samuel to arise from his woeful fog slings

An orioles sweet warble sang glad tidings
Nearby in brambled thicket a liver spotted fawn lay hiding
Thirsting the milk coming with his mothers arrival
The forest fairly teemed with awesome beauty
Concealing its inhabitants fight for daily survival
An illusion he compared to his rag compelled duty
He tread Scarlet-eggs pondering the task set afore him
Like a stream always runs in a southerly direction
He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
His paw would a not changed nary a bit
And like all God’s creatures he drew forth his wit

He thought of Ma in a frayed and patched rag of a dress
Struggling to keep a smile in place
Amidst Pa’s daily misery doled bruises and stress
And fair flower Sissy of rosey cheeks and dew fresh face
Deflowered in her first season by that ‘No Count’ varmint
He wanted freedom for ma and her doe eyed daughter
Each forced to carry daily a load of drudgery’s torment
Whilst a fretting the nightmares of each day after
They’s each knew fer sure he’d come home rabid
No living thing was safe when Pa waz drink addled

His pa he minded is the orneriest man ever be
He’d wrestle a bear just cause he could
Charge the Pine Hollows Tavern;looking would he
To battle six good mountain men like they waz sticks o wood
Pa stood six foot four, grizzled and seasoned with pure mean
His loves moonshine, hounds and a lay’n up, his ever scene
He cussed the preacher man with vehemence
Women folk were the bottom of his bucket
He shivered just studying on each remembrance
His Pa still sent yellow dog fleas scratch’n his basket

Tuck’n his thoughts under his straw hat
He gazed out across the beauty of the mountain*
Prickles of fear showed quail as he fought for grit
Even the flowers, insects and trees seemed to ken
Today waz fix-in to be a showdown twixt he and him
He’d left home beaten so badly he’d had to crawl
All the while knowing iffy he returned it’d be a brawl
One of them would be laid down in the lilies

Marching tall he walked the now quiet lull
To an old ramshackle cabin dying from neglect
It’s patched roof sloped catching hold to the mountain wall
The briar roses twining round keeping it barely intact
A mangy dog to lazy to stir slept sprawled on its porch
Just a thin wisp of smoke curled from the chimney stack
Giving notice that a body lived here and he couldn’t turn back
Up on the porch each step creaking with determination
Time seemed to shackle his progress to a stall
Gritting he entered to stop dead in his tracks at what he saw

The giant man of his nightmares was no longer there
In his stead a skeleton, with sunken eyes and molty hair
Lying moldered in his own vermin
He gazed at Samuel and slowly grinned
“Came back to see me did ya?”
“I’m dying now, as you can see.”,
He grinned and laughed satanical, and drank a dram of dew
And Samuel’s slow burn crawling up his shaking spine
Disappeared as that old man coughed mold-green spew
The once chicken-rat turned and left his nightmare behind

(clarice) 03/13/2011

Natures Dance

November 18, 2014

Natures Dance

Natures Dance


How often has Natures Dance opened with clouds

of lace tatted fairies

Swiveling gliding downward to the globe.

Spreading feathery flakes of white cheer on all below.

That first welcome sign of winters pleasure.

When equinox has not yet entered its  bitter weather .


We relax and dream of marshmallow days

Currier and Ives out the picture window

A cup of joe and toasty fire all aglow

While dog and cat share

Hearth and warmth before the blazing flare

All too soon father time will chime


The fierce winds will blow out of the north

Their battle cry. unfurling blizzard devastation.

And we’ll huddle close through the squalling desolation

Awake to a glittering panorama

Of diamond shards icing its glass frosting

Across the landscape without ceasing


And perhaps aurora boreala will be bye

Shimmering jeweled ribbons across the sky

Candy pinks, radiant blues, and sabine green

Carrying lace tatted fairies dancing on high

To Jack Frosts winter crinkle melody

While below the colors dance playful revelry


And we dream of happy days to hibernate

Within our bundled homes as Winter migrates

Into every nook and corner of our world

With its feathery snows, marshmallow days

Blizzards, iced diamond frosting and jewel ribbons

We leave its crescendoing chills outside our abodes


(clarice) 11/17/2014

Time Is Ticking

November 9, 2014

Time Is Ticking -Hebrides Moon’s fifth poetry challenge….Etheree

                        Time Is Ticking

Tick tick tick the genie races like grease lighting

     His shadow cast along the trail he travels

           Neither rain nor wind can stop him

                The edict gave him little time

                    His date with destiny lies

                      past the open stargate

                             time is ticking

                           must not be late

                            the feast waits




                             deli meats

                     a true gourmet feast

                       nothing parallels

              ennui be damned he has this

       the words still ringing in his thoughts

   Why why why your  unrequited critique sir

      your review of  my four star restaurant

Is the only way to keep you out of your Jinn bottle
                      (clarice) 11/08/20l4

Hebrides Moon’s fifth poetry challenge….Etheree


Use any or all words in the list in your creations
unrequited / wine / words / past / shadow / parallel /genie / lightning / ennui / race
Glass Etheree


Unrequited love cries

      For words to comfort it

   Wine to drown its sorrows

    Awaiting lightnings strike

     To erase cruelties blow

       Deaden the past fire





              true love   

            once again     
(clarice) 11/08/2014

Where Did The Day Go

November 7, 2014

Where Did The Day Go


Tired and hungry, struggling in the heat of exhaustion

Awaiting the team that would soon pass by

To carry me and my co-workers to a new destination

Where the long rows of berries lie

Just turning with the ripe plumpness of Natures success

And we will again bend our backs

Lean into the black dirt to harvest each from its nest

Under the hot fire burning leather our skin with blister packs

Sucking the air, draining the moisture with unrelenting torture

All for two bits a crate, grumbles from the foreman

That our quotient isn’t being met for working in this scorcher

But the end of the next stop beckons

A short break under the wagon and two lard smothered rolls

Someone will break out his harmonica

And the music will play to brighten our souls

And continue our task to fill the daily challenge

We wipe the sweat from our brows while waving goodbye

While wondering where did the day go

(clarice) 11/07.2014