Poetry Wednesday -

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Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the comm
The writers were tired
The year wore on some
The tales in their minds
Still untold like a myth
Were waiting for daylight
For muses still lit
IK and Nappy were hiding in fear
That some Works in Progress
Would never draw near
Is Illya still lying near death in that bed?
Will Solo be able to challenge that dread?
While others are shopping
Content with that task
We writers are seething
With words that unmask
While readers are waiting
'More Stories' they cry
The faster we go
The behinder we lie
The New Year will bring
What the past has not known
Adventures galore
For the two who have shown
That the world is for keeping
And Peace is their aim
They're never caught sleeping
Our heroes by name
They ring in our senses
The Russian so fair
And What about Solo
The Chief's chosen heir
They meld with our lives
From our childhoods they spring
Like the Season upon us
Good Tidings they bring
So cheer to us all
Whether near or afar
As we dream of the men
So at home in our hearts

Merry Christmas

"Christmas Eve," for Wednesday is all about April, Song Story and What's my line

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I’m combining three challenges into one: ‘Wednesday is all about April,’ ‘Song Story’- the prompt: “Baby it’s cold outside,” and ‘What’s my line,’ the prompt: “I don’t believe in Santa Claus.” Enjoy!

                           

“Christmas is coming the good is getting fat, please to put a penny in the old man’s hat. If you haven’t got a penny then a ha’penny will do. If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you, then God bless you, God bless you...”

Mark Slate sang out, playing his guitar as he was seated on a stool in the Canteen, entertaining the troops with a singalong; it being Christmas Eve, as it were.

They were all stuck there for the duration since a huge blizzard had hit, bringing the city to a stand still. No one could get out or into Del Floria’s or anywhere else for that matter.

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It's All About April - Drabble Tale - The 'Belize' Affair, Pt 10

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A few days later, April was walking down the hall to purchase a magazine for Mark and nodded a silent greeting to an unknown man she passed. That is, unknown until she heard him speak to someone a moment later. Trawler, but now with the bandages removed, he had a very different face.

April forced herself to maintain the same pace and not draw attention to herself, but she knew they had stumbled onto one of THRUSH's reasons for this convalescence home. The other patients were acting as cover for some of their agents coming to have plastic surgery.