Tuesday Tales WINNER 60!
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I am happy to have this week’s Tuesdaytales Judgemasters take over:
Honourable Mention @nickjohns999-‘Like The Wolf on the Fold’ an epic tale of human existence from an observer who tries to save them. Very original. A chilling reality of what could happen if we as humans don’t listen.
Honourable Mention @PurpleQueenNL tells a tale of true love and acceptance. A beautiful love story.
Honourable Mention @Angelique_Rider The photograph great nod to the movie “Woman in Black.’ It had a lot of the great qualities of that story and movie.
So many delightful, well thought out tales making it very hard for me to decide a winner.
The winner or should I say ‘Winners’ since I couldn’t decide between these two stories as they were both so exceptional and I loved both stories so much.
@postupak’s bittersweet story ‘Pollyanna’ of an family missing the glue and not knowing why they are so bereft. Truly heartbreaking.
Pollyanna, they called her, dismissing her smiles as foolishness and her laughs as annoying chatter. If she’d ever felt forlorn, no one knew it or would have believed it anyway.
She grinned when she and Hank moved into the molding lake house; twinkled when Jenny left for film school and Rascal joined the Marines; chortled outright when doctors handed her the word “cancer.” The more disappointments life brought, the more she glowed.
Nobody could explain why, at her funeral, they all battled such a deep sense of loss.
They tried, but just couldn’t figure it.
Sure wished they did, though.
@bullishink ’s extremely expressive story ‘Slumbering Embrace’ in only ninety words it tells a tale of love and its effect on the environment before and after they are gone. It was not unlike a fairy tale. Beautiful put.
Forlorn, abandoned, bereft. When he was at sea, she was adrift. The fog was menacing; the forest forbidding; the frigid water a moat hedging her in.
Sunny, cherished, charming. When he was on land, she was anchored. The mist was a welcoming veil, the woodlands a playground, the river a sinuous embrace.
Cold, foreboding, deserted. When they were but memories, the island became haunted. The shrouding vapor was an impenetrable shield, the vegetation active barbs, and the chilly water a deathly deterrent, that none should breach their final slumbering embrace.
@bullishink / 90 words
Everyone spread the word of the HMS: the winner and @SweetSheil
for the awesome judgemastery!
Since there were two winners, unless the two winners wanted to work together to be a judge on October 16th then I will choose either myself as judge or find someone that has something neat to offer the tuesdaytalians
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