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*Said through teeth* Huh-wy uf the taxi will leaf wifout me…
Quick post tonight as I am going out to a 40th birthday party! Woohoo! I’ll get hubby to take a pic of me in my gladrags, and I’ll upload it before I publish this.
We are all unfortunately suffering various stages of the cold still, so hubby and I took the rock and roll decision to stay indoors for most of today. The kids were not too happy with this, but with Eldest sporting a bright red sore patch between his top lip and nostrils – and Youngest coughing any time he gets too excited – we stuck to our guns!
There have been the obligatory games of cards and block-house building; interspersed with dressing up as Spiderman and a Dinosaur respectfully (!) so the boys have not been starved of entertainment by any means. We are hoping to have our family meal as usual tonight, just bring it forward to about 5pm as I need to get out two hours later, and I just KNOW I’ll be running around half dressed with 15 minutes to go before the taxi is due…
I picked the Textfixer generator today, and was surprised to see ‘creepy’ surface again so soon! It is weird how that happens so often, as yesterday I used a completely different site! I wondered whether I would carry on with the same vibe as I had created yesterday, too, but my brain decided we needed a piece of fiction that would focus on the ‘biblical’ angle. So there 😉
Biblical Aboveground Fiery High True Blurt Phonetic Creepy Defect
He was the master of the biblical phrase. For someone who (to hear him speak) was almost fluttering as he performed his aboveground daily tasks; he was also unhealthily obsessed with the fiery pit of hell. To my four year old self, lifted high upon his hallowed knee, every word he spoke was true – and usually terrifying.
He would blurt out judgements upon my innocent dealings, remark on how everything I did weighed against sainthood or evil. I was always striving to be a ‘good girl’, even overthinking how I said a word – was each phonetic part perfect? Should I just remain quiet?
Would he prescribe some time down in the creepy cellar if my sentence displayed the slightest defect?
I envied kids who actually looked forward to visiting their grandfather. I dreaded even walking up the path; had to put so much effort into choosing what to wear. Looking too good was a sin as well, of course.
This man sounds delightful! I wonder if he’ll turn up in tomorrow’s piece as well, or whether I’ll write about something different…?
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May 16th, 2017 at 11:25 pm
Have a good time at the party! I liked the chilling write too.
May 17th, 2017 at 12:24 am
Thanks hun, I certainly did!
This is Saturday’s post, I am behind in my postings because I wrote more than one for a few dates, and the formatting takes time!! I have drafts and creative content for each post but I am trying to catch up with the editing! Three behind… 😱 x