Weekly Creativity Challenge: Once Upon a Time...

Drew Ross2 said:Postimage isn't working😳

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Someone's got nice handwriting, I guess😁

A nice collection of memories, maybe👍

I’ll be participating this time... I think I might even sing.😍 🤣

Chloe Cooper10 said:I think I might participate this time... maybe I'll sing.😍 🤣

yeey 🎉

I’ve been hoarding stacks of cash since I was about five years old... didn't realize back then that I had this freakish knack for getting people to do exactly what I want. Let me find that photo.

Terry Wilson5 said:I’ve basically been holding onto a stack of cash since I was five... didn't realize back then I had such a knack for making people go broke. Let me find that photo somewhere.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn't expecting a congresswoman to weigh in on 😁

Sarah Mendoza22 said:I’d be lying if I said I wasn't expecting a bill regarding 😁

Congresswoman😍 still needs to have Kane introduce something🙏

Chloe Cooper10 said:The congresswoman😍 might have Kane give some more🙏

They probably have plenty to say, I guess.😁

Hey Jupi, it's my birthday!
I mean, seriously—it’s a huge deal; one of those big days you just can't miss. You spend days leading up to it barely sleeping, just reading up on stuff and planning out all the games. There's absolutely no way we aren't celebrating... and honestly, if just one specific person shows up, nobody else even matters—everyone else is just background noise 🙂 Man... On that day, pretty much anything goes. While you're waiting for everyone to arrive, the excitement is just through the roof. And once it’s finally over, you just find yourself thinking—now I just have to wait a whole year

But today? Heaven forbid I actually celebrate. God, I just hope they forget to wish me a happy birthday 🙂

Sarah Mendoza22 said:someone has decent handwriting 😁

a nice collection of memories 👍

Dammit, he's blocking my view!
Ace, what does it say? What's written there?

Nice one, Larry Diaz4. I haven't come across that collection before, I guess.

God, what happened to this place? Where did all that elitist energy from when this thread first started go? 🤦

Megan Gray4 said:Dammit, I can't even see it!
Ace, what does it say? What's going on here?

You can zoom in on the link she posted.
It’s not crystal clear, but you can tell the handwriting is nice, and it ends with I LOVE YOU!

Grace Sanders24 said:Good God, what happened here? Where did that elitist vibe from the start of this thread go? 🤦

Nothing works for you. You’re never satisfied, whether you participate or boycott. 🐔

Sarah Mendoza22 said:you can zoom in on the link she posted
it's not crystal clear, but you can tell the handwriting is nice, and ending with "I LOVE YOU!" is everything.

The link won't open for me... but if it ends with an "I love you," then the mission is accomplished. That’s where it all begins. 🎉

Sarah Mendoza22 said:Larry Diaz4, nice one. I haven't come across that collection yet.

It gave me a laugh, though. It’s pure arrogance how those celebrants always find a way to highlight whatever specific number they're obsessed with.🤣

Megan Gray4 said:It actually made me laugh. And you know how those celebrators always find some way to brag about whatever specific number they're hitting 🤣

Relatives too, especially when they drop that "now is the time for this or that" line 😁

I am searching for the days gone by.

Megan Gray4 said:I'm just chasing old memories!

🎉

Megan Gray4 said:Dammit, I can't even see the damn thing!
Ace, what are we looking at here?

Hellooo, photography experts... if Imgur is acting up, just copy the link until you hit the first dot and then paste that into Google... you're welcome, Redone... anyway, in one of those Louise Hay books, it says "being in love without being with them is like being a champion without having any moisture"... kid already knows that hydration is key, I guess...

-What would you want most right now?- To just watch you sleep?.- Hahahaha, what a pathetic little guy.. damn, he's such a loser. I'm not being emotional. I'm calculating. Maybe if I play this right, I can charm my way into one more round.. I put on this pathetic, puppy-dog face. And then there's her laugh—just beautiful, warm, and genuine, showing off those white teeth and blue eyes that somehow glow weirdly in the dim light. She wanders down toward the beach and up toward that little chapel near the coast... outside the house, that laughter doesn't mean anything. It's summer.. people laugh at three in the morning too. But inside the house, his laughter feels like someone else is actually there. "She went to bed before midnight, why is he laughing like that?" they wonder.. by morning, nobody asks because everyone already knows, but I still have to slip out every single day before dawn... If she's being affectionate, if I do something during the day that touches her heart, or if I drop a joke that reaches her ears even while she's busy with her lively group at the next table over, then I leave the house right as the sun starts breaking. As a reward, I guess. Above the mountains, there's this strange gray-white-blue light; the sun isn't up yet, the stairs are still draped in shadows, but once I walk about twenty yards away, you can start to make out my face along with my silhouette. A beautiful prize, I think, as I smirk to myself. I calculated this perfectly.. We’re lying there naked.. this health nut, this lover of adrenaline rushes and skiing, actually lets me light a cigarette... that's a good sign.. it means she's still in love with me this summer.. I smoke, her blonde hair brushing against my right shoulder is getting on my nerves.. she stays quiet, so I stub out the cigarette and say, just to provoke her—"I actually have a poem about this"—she flinches slightly, half-asleep—"Let me hear it.." I tell her the title is Muted Light and continue:

lying naked in the twilight,
our bodies glow
like embers scattered in ash
and we breathe as one
until the rooster crows
or until the current of life takes us

-Beautiful, my lovely little fishmonger dedicated a poem to me..-All you're missing is the part where you say "stinky"—this time I'm not playing games.-And the poem isn't for you, either.-Oh really?..-No, it's for all the bastards who leave both the object and the subject behind in the early morning hours... hahaha, now I'm the one laughing out loud, even though I know that in a minute or two, someone lurking in the shadows will connect that laugh to my footsteps, my silhouette, and my face emerging from the dark.. she laughs too. She doesn't comment on the bastards or the subjects... she loves me deeply.. or maybe she's just exhausted...
That winter, I caught a glimpse of her sleeping... wearing my plain white T-shirt she pulled from my bag after stepping out from the shower and saying, "I'm wearing something of yours..." She's legendary..

https://www.youtube.com/watch.v=xhhqluGFxYE

author's note:
There it is.. and Megan Gray4.. a bit of verse, a bit of prose, hop on my back and let's ride😁..and there's your music. 3-in-1... if I had ever bothered to learn how to draw, the pictures would have been... sorry Ace, you weren't the first love, but you were the first lover...