samatna

Love reading everyone's stories, this is such a fun platform. Getting back into writing after a long break - favourite animals - geese, cats & horses

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samatna

Love reading everyone's stories, this is such a fun platform. Getting back into writing after a long break - favourite animals - geese, cats & horses

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The Spirit Of Christmas

samatna

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‘You won’t be late will you Mummy?’ She asks her brown eyes wide. She had gone off to school so excited, today my little angel literally gets to be an angel in the nativity and my heart swelled with love as I had kissed her goodbye and set off to work.

WILL THESE BLOODY TRAFFIC LIGHTS NEVER CHANGE! I am ok, 15 minutes in hand and just a short distance to go but in this driving rain and endless l...

Perspective

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All this time I thought he was the villain, but as I watched the blood drip from my fingertips, I realised it was all a matter of perspective and that great word IF.

So if the Mixie the cat hadn’t killed a mouse and left it in my shoe I wouldn’t have screamed when getting dressed.

If I hadn’t screamed then I guess my darling husband Malcolm wouldn’t have started shouting at me all angry like.

I...

Summer Snow

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1 min read

Splashing through the snow

When winter stole summer’s throne

And laughter rang loud...

Poetry

Just One More Question

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1 min read

“Only a call away!” He smiled and the lights flashed red and orange all around the studio.

One more question and the prize pot could be mine. I look at the graphic of the giant bag of gold coins.

“Next subject” he says and looks me all serious in the eye, then a warm smile “What would you like it to be?” He looks like my friend and I trust him.

“Anything but Geography, I always get muddled up...

Mice?

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‘Scritch, scritch, screech’ the noise echoes through the house.

We look at each other “Do you think it’s mice?” my brother asks hopefully.

‘Scrrrrrrreeeeeak’ and as I hear the noise there is a bang on the wall and a claw shape appears in the plasterwork pushing its way towards us and then disappearing again. Then silence.

And far away there is a laugh, cruel and devoid of humour.

“It’s gone...

In The Waiting Room

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1 min read

In the waiting room they play rock paper scissors

Laughing and passing the time

Until they are called to cross the divide

And enter a form yet unborn

They know nothing of wealth or of colour

Nothing of class or of greed

Just innocents passing the time

Until they enter a form yet unborn...

Poetry

I Saw One Once

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1 min read

I saw one once, it was pushing a metal object backwards and forwards through the grass. As it pushed the grass was cut and fell over and then every so often it pushed all the grass into a pile and took it’s treasure away in a cart.

When I got home I told all my friends about the strange two legged one with its cart full of grass. I explained that the creature must worship the grass or eat it. T...

Daisy

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1 min read

Poor Jack he set out with the family’s only cow to try and sell Daisy to get enough money to put food on the table.

For they were starving, and Daisy was the only thing they had left to sell.

When along came the trickster and Jack had sold Daisy for a handful of beans. Magic beans the trickster said.

Jack kissed Daisy goodbye and gave her a gentle pat. She nuzzled him and his pockets as a good...

Trouble

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1 min read

When the storm comes, my compass always points to trouble.

I curl myself small as if I were still a little child trying to hide under the bed. But I’m a teen now, meant to be able to cope, to deal with this stuff. To take control.

My little brother looks at me all wide brown eyes and silently he takes my hand. I ruffle his hair and whisper so quietly to him “It will be ok”. He smiles sadly...

Beethoven

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1 min read

Here drinking moonshine

Beethoven drifts through my mind

Its moonlight again

Drunk in his music

My troubles seem far away

Saved by the magic

Maybe Wilde was right

A dreamer is lost by day

But not in moonlight...

Poetry