Mother Combs

Joined July 2021

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Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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The Pressed Rose
Between the covers of an old novel, sits a trio of pressed pink roses, the flowery scent long faded away. a long-forgotten suitor long ago proposes.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Over a Field of Poppies
In her dreams she can be anyone she can go anywhere In her dreams she can eat delectable desserts with ice cream and whipped cream
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Open a Book
Dive right on in between the pages adventure awaits take a nighttime ride on an airship land on the moon sit on its crescent
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Snake-Eyes
Shake, rattle, and roll 1 is a die, 2 are dice the first cast is lucky seven an addictive rattle of the dice the seductive feel of the cubes
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Bennie and Clyde
1931 Clyde genuinely wanted a dog. That's all she had ever wanted. She'd been asking her parents for a dog for months now, but they kept saying no, especially Mother. Now here it was, the first day of summer, and she still didn't have a dog.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Chain Smoker
Cancer sticks being smoked one after the other Hacking dry cough wracking her small petit frame Acrid blue smoke clouds an enclosed windowless room
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Blue Bonnets
An ocean of blue Flowers waving in the breeze Beauty in the fields Children sitting down People posing for pictures
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Tacos
Crunchy cheesy piece of heaven, Filled with fish, chicken, or beef. Topped with colorful bits and pieces of tomato, avocado, and lettuce leaf.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Bubblegum Candy
Girls gathered in a group, chewing little clumps of sweetness. Smacking their pink glossy lips to taste the fruity flavors.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
The Rooster From Hell. Content Warning.
Sheila was in Monty's Feed and Seed, picking up supplies for her fainting goats and the dogs when she heard the cheep cheep of baby chicks. She had forgotten all about chick days starting this week. On the spur of the moment, Sheila went to look at them.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Petlife
A Day to Lounge
An unhurried, spiritual day for lounging about. A day for reading and napping in a favorite chair. Some just nap, some just read, but all find a way to relax.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
4th of July Celebration
Flowery magical fireflies float high up in the nighttime air. Imagining a dragon with flames spluttering flying above. Rockets with colored phosphorus burst into the darkening sky.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets

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The Pressed Rose

Over a Field of Poppies

Open a Book

Snake-Eyes

Bennie and Clyde

Chain Smoker

Blue Bonnets

Tacos

Bubblegum Candy

The Rooster From Hell. Content Warning.

A Day to Lounge

4th of July Celebration

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