tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post5659621420946965773..comments2024-01-27T20:23:45.771+00:00Comments on Sulci Collective: My Xmas Gift to YouSulci Collectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-23817665057073696622012-12-28T01:02:20.316+00:002012-12-28T01:02:20.316+00:00Elly, I couldn't fit it in comment box, so hav...Elly, I couldn't fit it in comment box, so have posted at bottom of original thread. Hope you like.<br /><br />M xSulci Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-59168316327334927612012-12-27T19:19:38.465+00:002012-12-27T19:19:38.465+00:00Great Idea! Happy Christmas
Please can you do me ...Great Idea! Happy Christmas<br /><br />Please can you do me a friday flash prompted by:<br /><br />Killing with Kindness<br /><br />? I'll put it on my blog too!<br /><br />Elly/QRG<br />xEllyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01103667133412183125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-50814400686596560422012-12-25T16:35:35.560+00:002012-12-25T16:35:35.560+00:00Here you go Cindy - great pic by the way!
Burnt...Here you go Cindy - great pic by the way! <br /><br /><br />Burnt Offerings<br /><br />Beware Greeks bearing gifts. And pagans and barbarians unwrapping theirs. For in thrall to the supernatural, that which couldn't be seen, they were of a tendency to make things evident. Evisceration. Disembowelling. bringing to light that which is better left undisturbed inside. <br /><br />The ladders and rickety scaffolding were still in place as they tribesmen were putting the finishing touches to their thatched image. A fearsome wild boar god. As with all dualities, it represented the source of their boon as the richest food obtainable in the forest. But only when hunted down by sizable and prepared force of arms. For when one was alone and caught off guard, the mighty Boar's tusks would obtain a sacrificial feast for itself.<br /><br />Here was a tribute to the power of the beast. Standing so tall as to mammoth the mere human. The assemblage had taken the best part of months in order to honour the high feast day dedicated to the fructifying boar. The gods should be so pleased with their gift as to reward the clans with plenteous food in the years ahead.<br /><br />But maybe the gods had wearied of the exchange. Maybe human offcuts had now jaded their porcine palates. The first clew that all was not well in the forest was when all the smaller beasts came hurtling out of the shadow of the foliage and ran past the clearing where the pig was being erected. Small in stature they may have been, but collectively their pulsing pace along the ground stirred up the sound of thunder itself. When the pig fabricators raised their gaze to the skies, they were confronted with the blue ceiling itself being eclipsed by the mass of birds having taken to the wing to flee the forest canopy where only a few minutes earlier they had been nestling. The men flinched, but caught themselves and the braces of their ladders to steady themselves and prevent themselves from hurtling to the ground.<br /><br />But they had no defences from what happened next. Nothing to cling to to protect themselves. As devastating fiery rods and serrated jags erupted from the sky. Their thatch caught alight and the men were instantly consumed in flames on their perches. The belly of the pig glowed like the core of a furnace as men laying sod inside were charred to a crisp. The link between the earthbound boar and the heavenly power of thunder and lightning were not clear to the tribal chieftans sat back in their tents watching the pyre from afar. But clearly the Boar God had demanded burnt offerings for his immolations and acquired a taste for cooked meats like the humans themselves. Sulci Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-91475085143207783132012-12-25T16:04:59.999+00:002012-12-25T16:04:59.999+00:00Finally here!
Now, how about a picture? Somethin...Finally here! <br /><br />Now, how about a picture? Something different. <br /><br />Here it is: http://twitpic.com/bp9y6u/full <br />Cindy Vaskovahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06747628778627025130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-48507506863632185612012-12-25T12:27:55.012+00:002012-12-25T12:27:55.012+00:00Happiest of Holidays to you Marc!
May Santa leave...Happiest of Holidays to you Marc! <br />May Santa leave you good thoughts and great words this year. Peace...Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-21024484400055343272012-12-23T23:17:37.568+00:002012-12-23T23:17:37.568+00:00Only the beast's eye was above the water. It l...Only the beast's eye was above the water. It looked like a log just submerged beneath the surface. Snagged in the shallows, covered in green weed, something was definitely wrapped around its tail and dragging it downward. <br /><br />There was a sudden water spout and the log disappeared in a spume of foamy liquid. When the cataract had returned to earth and the ripples had stilled, the log was now cresting the surface. All seemed peaceful as the sun spangled off the water. Suddenly the log erupted into the air as it was uppercut from underneath. The streamlined form of a man speared up into the air after it. he steepled his arms above him like an arrow as he returned back into the water, making the smallest of splashes. The log sailed serenely back down in his wake, it's air-filled body floating on the air. As the man looked up, his inflatable crocodile lilo jumped into his face. The man slapped the recalcitrant mattress, before swandiving back on to it and paddling away. Sulci Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-89540852531908534672012-12-23T20:56:03.386+00:002012-12-23T20:56:03.386+00:00How about from a news story I read this week? &quo...How about from a news story I read this week? "Crocodile Jumps Into Swimmer's Face"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-66888312610248590242012-12-23T00:57:56.600+00:002012-12-23T00:57:56.600+00:00Her
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he...Her<br />Advent<br />perforated<br />portals<br />Yuletide<br />calendar<br />heralded<br />rum<br />infused<br />soft<br />toothsome<br />mocha<br />alternatively<br />strawberry <br />truffle<br />or<br />divine<br />edible<br />nougat<br />it's<br />simply<br />endless<br />selection<br />praline<br />and<br />raspberry<br />ripple<br />ornate<br />walnut<br />homemade<br />apricot<br />whirl<br />Knock, knocking on heavenly doors, to reveal a surprise chocolate gift behind each. What's your fondant fancy for the day before Christmas Eve? But delayed gratification is hard to do, this isn't like Lent and making sacrifices. Will the baby Jesus visit damnation on you if you don't spread the cocoa joy out daily, instead consuming them all at once in a glorious chocolaty banquet? Going in like a police dawn raid on London's looters, battering ram to the fore? Opportunity knocks... And I don't think it's miniature foil Carol Singers doing the knocking...<br />Sulci Collectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03293833259808943096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179795275664264195.post-18073234273050823262012-12-23T00:13:20.172+00:002012-12-23T00:13:20.172+00:00"Opportunity Knocks"
What can you do w..."Opportunity Knocks" <br /><br />What can you do with an optimistic up-beat prompt, Mr Nash?<br /><br /> Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552177172693992369noreply@blogger.com