amonkie

Welcome to all ... A new week ... a new theme!



Note: These can all be for parts of the story, or the entirety - your choice, based on time, muse creativity, and preference

1) Put a twist on a popular bedtime story by creating your own characters, scene, changing events, location, etc.

2) Write your own bedtime story to share - be creative ... who knows ... this might be your big break!

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

tecoyah

I know...we are sick and demented Parents, but this is my oldest Daughters Favorite bedtime story....in a somewhat Tilted Form


A is for Amonkie who fell down the stairs
B is for Buddah assaulted by Bears
C is for Charlatan who wasted away
D is for destr0x thrown out of a sleigh
E is for Elphaba who choked on a peach
F is for fresnelly sucked dry by a leach
G is for genuinegirly smothered under a rug
H is for Halx done in by a thug
I is for iamnormal who drowned in a lake
J is for JumpinJesus who took lye by mistake
K is for Koni who was struck with an axe
L is for lebell who swallowed some tacks
M is for Medusa99 who was swept out to sea
N is for Ngdawg who died of ennui
O is for onodrim run through with an Awl
P is for Paddyjoe trampled flat in a brawl
Q is for Quadrowho sunk in a mire
R is for Redlemon consumed by a Fire
S is for Sportswidow who perished of fits
T is for tecoyah who flew into bits
U is for Ustwo who slipped down a drain
V is for Veruca squashed under a train
W is for Worlds King embedded in Ice
X is for Xazy devoured by mice
Y is for Yotta whos head was knocked in
Z is for Zxello who drank too much Gin

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

ngdawg

Inspired by Raoul Dahl, are we?
I'll try to come up with something a bit more delightful


Ennui, indeed...

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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.

pandafaye

Very nice work, tecoyah, but I'm pretty sure if I heard that at bedtime, it would give me nightmares...

Charlatan

Not Dahl... Edward Gorey's Gastlycrumb Tinies ... My wife used to have a print of this on her kitchen wall in University.

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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke

ngdawg

Morton was a lovely child
His parents would beam with pride
He smiled when greeted with hello
he hardly ever cried
As he grew he taught himself
to read and write and sing
his parents marvelled every day
as he took in everything
handsome as a child could be
strangers would compliment his looks
but morton didn't care for that
he only cared for books
'more words, please', he would ask his mom
and she'd oblige him every day
morton would take the books mom gave
and in his room he'd hide away
unconcerned with his love to read
his dad and mom thought this great
until one night a loud boom was heard
and they went to investigate
into morton's room they went
and were met with a wondrous sight
on a throne of gold sat their handsome son
bathed in a veil of light
'hi, mom, hi, dad', morton called
'do you like what i've become?'
all the words you gave to me
the books that i've learned from
i'm a wizard now, the best there is
i can grant your every dream
there's nothing that i cannot do
I'll be held in high esteem
morton's mother began to cry
his father couldn't speak
the sight before them was too much
they felt their knees get weak
'i only wanted you to learn'
said his mother to herboy
'i didn't think you'd do such things
i thought books gave you joy'
morton laughed and replied
'but they have, as you can see
they gave me power beyond belief
they gave the world to me'
his father found his voice once more
'grant one wish, my son
that all we see before us now
quickly becomes undone'
knowing that he had to do
what he said to them he'd grant
with head bowed down, he raised his arms
and quietly began to chant
The throne and light faded away
his parents sighed in relief
morton sat on his bed
and shook his head in disbelief
'i could have given you everything
we could have had it all'
'no more books!' his father yelled
'tomorrow, we play basketball!'

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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.

Poppinjay

A re-working of Puck's monologue at the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream

Rest our heads 'til break of day, lest the earnest robin say, "you have not slumbered here, perhaps light of head, not enough beer." So let us avoid the bird offended, sleep deep my friends - all will be mended. And as I am a honest Puck, we'll face another day - another buck. The weekend will be here ere long, or else Puck a liar call. And so Goodnight unto you all. Give me your hand if we be friends, and robin will restore amends.

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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet

Amnesia620

Sweet dreams, my little one,
Oh, tomorrow holds much for us to see,
So rest now, little one,
Silent is what you must be.

Behold your yawn for it's the call,
to the Sandman, for him to see,
to sprinkle Sleepsand in your eyes,
accepting is what you must be.

Listen now, for the time has passed,
for you to settle down and be comfy,
Prayers are said and the story's been read,
Asleep is what you must be.

Fear not, little one, as the lights go out,
for your night-light glows brightly,
Not another peep from you,
Hushed is what you must be.

My patience is at an end, tiny child,
and my eyelids are getting heavy,
perhaps I'll lay here with you,
sedated is what I must be.

Off into the land of la-la I venture,
into a dreamland for the sleepy,
as you run amok during my rest,
curious as a child must be.

Tomorrow appears as it always has,
the new day begins so brightly,
beaming upon the aftermath of a tot's work,
ready and prepared as a mom must be.

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620