Continents slide into the sea,
believe me, while you sleep.
No measurements needed.
Though no geologist would certify,
oh my, the ground shifts
while you dream.
I don't know what science is this.
Just when your eyes close,
the world quakes as if to wake
you and every princess
from here to eternity. Believe me.
I would never fool one like you
who could call Fenrir
to come slobber here with one
whistle, snort, or snore.
What am I saying, my meaning?
Wake up now, my dear,
and hold me near and steady.
Copyright 2011 Cristina Tan Cheng
Welcome to Our Humble Blog
a dear friend and i have decided to write again. in an effort to get our creative juices mutually flowing (skip past the innuendo and move on to the meat, yeah?), we've decided to co-author a blog and fill its, er, electronic pages with our work. however, to make things interesting and challenging, we have to abide by the following rules:
the rules:
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
the rules:
- 1 creative entry per week (7 days) minimum
- said entry must be new, and never before published
- said entry cannot be a review of any sort
- said entry may have no minimum, or maximum number of words
- old entries can be published provided that an introduction with dates is included before the main body of the work.
- failure to write a new entry as defined above will result in penalty for the offender in the form of treating the non-offending co-author to a meal, with drink of course.
creative criticism and other forms of comments are welcome.
the week starts tomorrow.
GAME ON!
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