Your Inspiration for October 2013

This is the picture Rhea Vintner has chosen from her

 "AUTUMN FALLS" Secondlife Artwork Exhibit in OZLAND

Melisa - Part 4 - by lillian Morpork

The scarecrow stood in the field enjoying the golden light and cool breeze of the autumn sunset. He was tattered from the spring and summer seasons of storm, wind and hot sun. Soon, he would be taken down and stored away to await his annual renewal, next spring. Now, he was remembering.

The Mist - follows on from 'The Return' by Merthyn Vintner

I saw her often after that. She was always the same; happy and laughing when she arrived, a kiss on the cheek, then sitting before me, serious, thoughtful. And she left sad, and left me sad.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

Immediately her grandparents were swamped with people waving and saying hello. Barbara was flooded with people saying their names and shaking her hand. It was all a blur... until... There he was... she spotted him over in the corner standing with some men. Mike…

Freedom by Gabrielle Wind

After that I saw one of them rush me with his sword drawn. I quickly begin to concentrate on the symbol making it glow I pull upwards drawing my own sword out of the ground just in time for me to block it.  I push him back and found my surrounded.

Melisa - Part 3- by Lillian Morpork

Melisa stood in the field drinking in the surroundings. Tomorrow, the last of the household goods would be gone, and this would no longer be home. In all of her wanderings, wherever in the world she found herself, this had been the lodestone that drew her back to Canada.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

This year she had picked autumn to visit her grandparents... Not too cold... not too hot... not too rainy... she hoped, fingers crossed. The sun was setting as the taxi made its way up the long driveway to the farmhouse. The corn stalks were brown and the wheat field swayed in the early evening sunset breeze. The air smelled fresh and clean. Her nose made its way to the open window of the taxi. Was she... smiling????

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

I've waited here for days now... or is it weeks? She wasn't a dream. She's been here before, seen me, talked to me.

Autumn by Merthyn Vintner

I met you in the summer,
I wooed you in the fall;
'mongst all the women I'd ever met,
The loveliest one of all.

Palace Guard - by Gabrielle Wind

“Mother I believe I know who did it to you and all that happen in which we need to get your other half out and reunite you both. You know cause these zombies and skeleton warrior only say one person.” Mel said getting frustrated.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

Of course her sleeping compartment would have to be the last car on the train. If she had known she would have walked to that compartment outside the train where there was more room. It was surprising to her how no one had even bothered to offer to help her. Everyone was busy settling in with their own suitcases. Oh WHY had she not packed lighter??? It was too late now and she was finally in her compartment. "Now"... she wondered... "Who will be my roomie for this trip???"

Melisa - part 2 - Lillian Morpork

“Lisa, you’re only going to be home a week?!” Greydon’s expression was both shocked and sad. “I was hoping we could go camping and see what birds we could spot. I’ve got several unusual species to my credit, and I was hoping we’d spot more up in the old forest.” He looked so upset that Melisa felt guilty.

Melisa– part 1 - Lillian Morpork

Melisa stood in the field drinking in the beauty of the sunset. This was her last day at home; tomorrow she would leave for Toronto for university. She would come back to Rolling Meadows Farm for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she wanted to fill her lungs with the clean air of home before she had to live in the fumes and dust of s big city.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

It was THAT time of the year again. Time for Barbara to visit her grandparents on their farm. She hated the farm. It was dirty and smelly and she always managed to ruin at least one pair of her expensive heels SOMEWHERE on the farm.

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

She saw the man from a distance, grey and spectral in the thickening evening mist. She paid him little attention. He was still, silent, but not threatening the way people can be when unknown and unnamed. She wandered on slowly, her mind on other things, her eyes down, the better to see the uneven ground on which she walked. The mist enfolded her as it enfolded the figure now only perhaps a hundred paces away. Her thoughts ran over the previous evening, her meeting with... she didn't even know his name. He had been gentle, funny, softly spoken but not soft, good-looking but not stunning. And he had stopped to speak with her.

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen


Now i do...
What i want to do...
Too much shadow...
I can't follow...

Autumnal Alliteration - Sven Pertelson

Waves weave through whitening wheat
where wind winds weary wrinkles.

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

Little bird nestles down on a hat of straw
Happy to rest its' weary wings
it pecks the hat and lets out a caw!

Scarecrow – Lillian Morpork

Tell me, Mr. Scarecrow, please,
Standing in the evening breeze,
Do you enjoy the swallow’s song?
What do you think of all day long?
Do you see the little mouse,
Gathering seeds to feed his spouse?