Sparkle and Shine

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SPARKLE AND SHINE

Kathleen Clark

2012 ©

The galaxy was abuzz! Speculations ran high! All the stars, novae to ancient waited with great anticipation. The question had been tossed about for centuries. Who would the Lord of the Stars choose for this greatest of honors?

Generations of stars had formed, lived and burned out. . . waiting, waiting, till hope almost vanished. The answer hung in space and fell silently to earth like shooting stars.

The singular foreshadowed event was destined to change the course of history.

Light years away

A cosmic dance of dust, gas and debris mixed with a potpourri of interstellar elements, becoming a galaxy.

Spinning, dipping and swaying

the swirling particles formed a new star,

swaddled in an ethereal birth cloud.

As it rotated and wobbled awkwardly in mid space, a strong breeze caused it to pause. . .

Lightning streaked across the sky, and a thunderous sound shook the heavens.

Shine, an ancient, wise and benevolent Supernova, appeared bearing a message for the novae star:

“I’m honored to

A Not So Gooey, Syrupy Christmas Tale

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A NOT SO GOOEY, SYRUPY CHRISTMAS TALE

Dmitri

Christmas is such a warm time of gooey syrupy emotions yet many persons experience just the opposite. Below is my not so gooey, syrupy Christmas story that I just felt like writing. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I submitted it to the Beanery Online Literary Magazine.

     I’m sure I’m not alone in finding Christmas a time to look back to simpler times when family and friends gathered ‘round the hearth after a turkey dinner, pumpkin pie and cranberries.
     Of course, I really don’t remember the hearth. I just remember a crappy fake fire place with some kind of red bulb and propeller that was supposed to go ‘round and flicker.  Yea, that sure fooled me.
     But I could be thankful for a good turkey dinner. Well it wasn’t really turkey—it was meat loaf made with mystery meat. The mashed potatoes were lumpy. And forget the pie, let alone pumpkin pie. I mean really, Grandma, was that too much