Stella’s Visitor – Act 2

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Stella sat enthralled. The flickers from the random ball of fire she found sitting on her dining room floor had finally died out. She thought it might be a good idea to call the fire department or NASA. Yet, Stella simply couldn’t bring herself to move.

She sat for hours listening to the sounds emanating from the alien rock. The pop, sizzle, pop, rat-a-tat she had heard originally upon entering the house had long since dissipated. Now, an ethereal and sonorous melody played with her imagination. Enthralled with the sounds, she lost track of time.

Hours later she decided to call her elderly mother.

“Hi, mom. I need you to listen to this . . .” >>

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Today’s post is the second chapter of the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects using an app on my Android phone. I am easily entertained.

Stella’s Visitor – Act 1

Stepping into the house, Stella heard strange noises. And they were not emanating from the grate of the garage door or the rumble of the air conditioner. Grasping the edge of the door, she gently slid her key out of the lock and quickly pocketed it.

She stood still in the pantry and cocked her head to listen. Listen to what Stella heard >>

Stella’s mind raced as she heard a rustling, a rat-a-tat, and a clinking.

She wondered to herself, “Is an injured bird bird fluttering around the dining room? Is my husband rooting through his desk? Is a rodent of unusual size scampering from the closet under the stairs?”

Her curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate.

Warily, Stella entered the kitchen. She looked around to spot a broken window over in the dining room. Her gaze traced a trail of scorch marks and shards of glass to find a smoldering mass lodged in the floor boards of her dining room.

Befuddled, she muttered out loud, “Huh. Look at that.”

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Today’s post was inspired by the following prompt: “When she returns home, your character finds the window broken and a meteorite burning a hole in the rug.” See Writing.com at http://www.writing.com/main/writing_prompts.

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects by holding my mobile phone in one hand and stirring a bowl of popcorn, a TV remote, and the stylus from my tablet with my other hand.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo!

The Mermaid’s Deluge

Each election season, the sirens call for followers. Singing melodies to pluck the voters’ heartstrings and strum out anger over the other candidate’s positions. Often out of tune, the dissonance increases. Yet promoters continue to send wave after wave of distortion, saturating the airwaves until election day. Leaving mermaids to drown in the deluge.

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I doodled this image using ArtRage last night. I wrote my ire this morning. I hope that the deluge stops today.

Siren Says Swim

‘There once was a siren at sea
Who said, ‘I doth call out to thee
Drawing you from the shore
Just for my fins to adore
Only for us to swim in fish pee

I wrote this limerick today after watching the movie “Jaws” and considering the word prompt, “Relish,” from The Daily Post. I doodled the image of the mermaid two years ago for my post, “Mid-Week Mermaid.”

Campaign Contrived, Segment of Voters See Red

A segment of voters are seeing red after realizing a contrived campaign may have been made by a major political candidate.

The alleged controversy seems to involve the natural effects of a solar eclipse. The eclipse has passed, yet the candidate continues to distract voters. See below for a summary of the exchange between the candidate and the voters.

“You won’t believe this!” exclaimed the candidate. “The sun is gone!”

Rolling their eyes, the voters commented, “What’s the big deal? The moon is simply…”

“Wrong! And I don’t care about the moon’s position, ” snapped the candidate.

Taking umbrage, the voters retort, “Well, have you considered…”

“I don’t have time. You need to come with me. We are all going to die.”

Appalled, the voters parlayed, “Perhaps we can work together to find a remedy…”

“No!” interrupted the candidate. “I know all about this,” the candidate insisted. “I think I can find the sun. I can use my flashlight. Believe me, I’ve got the best flashlight.”

“Really?” the voters replied, “What kind of flashlight?”

A segment of the voters have reported to be seeing red after staring into the flashlight’s strong beam before realizing they have only been distracted by the candidate.

With the election just days away and many voters having yet to respond, the affect on the campaign remains unclear.

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016. This story is a work of fiction, an exercise of artistic expression, and meant for entertainment purposes only. The next solar eclipse isn’t expected until February 26, 2017. I doodled the image using ArtRage. I wrote this story with my tongue in cheek. Silly? Yes. Offended? Laugh it off.

Dangerous Modifier

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One day in November, she picked up where she left off. Offline for too long, she steps on board for #NaBloPoMo again. A gain for the month of November, she plans to share short stories. Stories of love, life, and liberty.

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016. I wrote my first lines for the first day of National Blog Posting Month (#NaBloPoMo) and created this image using Art Rage.

Sun Sets Seasoned

The sun sets seasoned
from curled husks detached alight
Gusts grieving morrow

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Sunday, October 4, 2015. I wrote this haiku and created the image “Tree Fall” while listening to cellist Gautier Capucon play Antonín Dvořák – Cello Concerto in B minor, Op. 104, B. 191 (via YouTube at https://youtu.be/FVKb3DwPFA8). This movement reminds me of when the season starts to change from summer to fall (but summer doesn’t want to leave).

A Love in the Dark

Revolving around
She blushes, bereaved tonight
Briefly beguiled

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Sunday, September 27, 2015 (Total Lunar Eclipse). I wrote this haiku and created the image using ArtRage 4 while envisioning tonight’s sky and listening to Bonnie Tyler sing the song “Total Eclipse of the Heart” written by Jim Steinman.

Labored Visions

Betty-Beach-by-Steph-Abbott — ©2015 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

Seasons tempered tough
Labored visions spent relaxed
Seasons wiled away

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Monday, September 7, 2015 (Labor Day). My days are spent working. My dreams are spent by the water. I created this image and haiku this morning while day dreaming. I created the image using ArtRage 4.

Palatable Art

Update 11/27/2014: Let’s not consume just because we can. How about only when it is necessary? We don’t need that extra bite of pie. We don’t need that new gadget. Just a thought.

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