Lê-Jou-Eiers: Fluister liefdeswoordjies


Praying Mantis

Hot Lady en Stokkies het mekaar in die verbygaan raakgeloop.

Stokkies, op soek na sy droomvroutjie en Hot Lady na die beste vader vir haar nageslag. Die probleem met Hot Lady is dat sy ander motiewe ook het terwyl dit vir Stokkies net gaan oor die plesiertjie van die oomblik.
Die tweetjies mik-mik vir mekaar.
Hot Lady fluister sodat Stokkies nie mooi kan hoor nie:
“Kom, hou my teer vas met daardie stekelrige kloutjies. Fluister soet woordjies in my oor. Kom, kom skatlam sit hier neffens my sodat ek jou kan kielie en saggies streel.”
“Nee wat ou groot ogies jy maak my lus vir lekker lepel lê soetste warm poppie. Kom jy nader na my toe ou suikerbekkie. Toe, toe moenie so met jou voelertjies dartel nie!”
Stokkies kyk Hot Lady met leep oë aan terwyl Lady met wellus na ou Stokkies kyk.
Die tweetjies betas mekaar vir n oomblik. Voordat Stokkies oorgaan tot die daad is hy stewig vasgeklem in Hot Lady se kloue. Haar kake kwyl van die lekker kry. Oeps, weg is n stuk van Stokkies se uitpeulogie. Hy spring vinnig in en doen sy ding terwyl Hot Lady smul aan die lekker sappige happie.

Stokkies kry slegs n laaste lang uitgerekte:”S..u..g..” oor sy kakies. Hy sidder vir oulaas en weg is sy hele kop en bo-lyf.
Hot Lady behaaglik:” Dit was hemels Stokkies my skat.”

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Fences


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143 02 February 14th 2016

“Mummy look at those strange two-legged animals!”

Mum Rhino mumbled:” Don’t pay attention to them. I get so frustrated when I see them.”

“Why, mum, why can’t I play with them?” Baby Rhino started stamping his feet. Ready to give it a go. He felt the adrenaline building up in his veins.

“No, don’t you dare! The fence has power in it to give a pain shock through you. It can kill you!”

Baby Rhino did not believe his mother. He charged at the two-legged animals bumping into the fence in full force! A burning flame struck him in the face. Poor baby Rhino was lights out. Legs up in the air, he lay there for a few minutes. Mum Rhino was shocked; she tried to help him up. Suddenly baby Rhino came by, jumped up, shook his head and ran off. “I told you not to do it! If you don’t listen, you have to feel the consequences.”

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Circle way


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142 02 February 7th 2016

 

The highway to the harbour was all blocked! No one could get through. The accident happened so fast. Trembling and very faint Luke tried to escape the flames inside the vehicle. He had to keep calm. Someone tried to open the door at his side. Luke pushed while the person outside pulled. Suddenly the door gave way. Luke tumbled out. The rescuer grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

A helicopter was waiting for Luke a little way off. Quickly Luke was pushed into the helicopter and they took off. Nobody asked how he was or how he felt. Up in the sky and over the circling highway.

Luke, the ambassador of  No-where-land, had to be delivered safely to his country.

The speedboat waited in the harbour to take him home.

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Picture it and write : Saved


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Slowly the lovely girl emerged from the waves. She struggled to keep herself upright like all the strange beings on the beach. Looking down at where her legs were supposed to be: No legs, no feet! Nothing to stand on!

Suddenly a wave pushed her up the shore and out of the water. What should she do? She could not run back into the water, only a tail and no legs to balance herself.

Suddenly one of the two-legged beings picked her up. It had a calming effect on her; it put her back into the waves. She was so afraid that she would not reach the water in time. This creature saved her life. “I’ll always be grateful to you. You are blessed,” whispered the mermaid in the stranger’s ear.

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FFfAW week January 19, 2016. Absorbed


The intruders from outer spaces’ spaceship were impossible to detect by the human eye.

XQB the leader looked through the small porthole. What it saw was good, very good.

The reflection of the setting sun covered everything in shades of gold. All the buildings sparkled.

XQB reported to the mother ship that it was time to investigate.

It opened the latch. Its tentacles gripped the side and then slithered to the ground.

As soon as XQB touched the dust it started disintegrating. The golden soil started absorbing the fluid in XQB’s tentacles.

That was the end of the investigation. XQB was no more!

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Picture it and write: Enough is enough


 

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“This won’t work!  Enough is enough!” Allan thought when he saw all the fish along the shore line. He could see dead fish. Some were still wriggling a bit but that would not last for long.

Allan, who relied on catching fish for a living was very upset. He knew who were responsible for the killing. Healthy full-grown fish, that could have given him a month’s income, all gone.

Rumours were around town the last few months. People who wanted him out of business. Allan was a hard working fisherman. He had his own small fish shop in town. The big fish factory did not like Allen. They knew people loved his fish. The Managers tried to cancel Allan’s fishing permit. He was the only fisherman who could catch fish in the bay. The big company wasn’t allowed because their fishing boats were too big. They also caught more than their quota and polluted the sea around them by dumping the leftovers near the bay.

Allan was ready to sue the company. He took out his camera and started taking photos. He’ll use them as evidence. This time, it will be the end of those cruel people!

Sunday Photo Fiction: Fences


138 01 January 10th 2016

 

I felt like screaming but instead I burst into tears.

Why did it have to be so difficult to be me? I knew I was emotional when I told my friends the good news. To me, it was as if I could sing and dance forever.

Then came the message: Don’t tell anybody!

I felt so angry and absolutely struck to the ground.

Why could I not be happy for once in my life? Why should there always be something or someone to dampen my spirit?  I did not give a damn. I was not going to be fenced in for once. Looking out the window, I could see the fence with the gate. The first step was opening the gate of my emotions. I opened the way to my own happiness and I won’t regret it. Never ever!

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Picture it and write: Broken


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Suddenly a clap of thunder sounded through the house.

Kim woke up from her daydreams. She felt frightened and did not want to move from her rocking chair. She could hear no wind blowing and see no clouds drifting by through the window. What could it be? Kim slowly got up. She had to investigate. Nothing more than one clap! Slowly Kim moved to the dining room from where she thought the sound came from. Nothing unusual. She moved to the kitchen door. Suddenly she felt something wet under her bare feet. What the heck? Looking down Kim saw some water on the carpet. The water was dripping from the table cloth. Her gaze went up to the top of the table.

There was her flower arrangement flat out on the table. Her ancient vase was too fragile to hold the water and had burst open into thousand pieces.

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Cut the crap! Picture it and write


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Nearing the end of the year reminded me of times that had not been as straight as a road with dotted lines. Mishaps happen. Time changes.

I went to see my family. Worst thing I could have done. I did not inform them that I was on my way, let alone that I wanted to speak to them.

Reaching my destination at seven that the morning, all was quiet. I knocked on the door. Still no movement or sound.  Suddenly a noise came from the back yard. I rushed to the back. There they were. Both still in their pajamas. My fiance and my sister.

In my mind I took scissors and cut the straight line I lived in half.

“Cut the crap! I hate both of you. You both are not welcome in my life.” I went back and ended the relationship. Ending it was not easy but had been worth it.

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Crossing the street: Sunday Photo Fiction-Dec. 13, 2015


134 12 December 13th 2015

“Can you believe it Quirk? It is green, just like us!” Zweack squeaked into  his tiny microphone in front of his sharp beak.

“Tell us more about it Zweack. Hurry up you don’t have very long to stay invisible.”

Zweack opened his beak to reply when he suddenly turned into a tornado spout. Round and around it went and then…

“Mummy, Mummy I caught a green alien!” Jimmy shouted.

“Jimmy come on, stop fantasizing. The green light won’t stay green to cross the street! Hurry up.”

Mum grabbed Jimmy’s hand in which Zweack was stuck to the place he had landed. His eyes were shocked because he thought he was going back to his spaceship. He took his glue gun and shot a squirt down Jimmy’s finger. He quickly slid down into the middle of the road. Next thing Zweack was run over by a black tyre. He clung for dear life as flat as a pancake.

“Phew, that nearly killed me.”

“Bleep, bleep,” came the call he was waiting for: “ Hang on we’re picking you up.”