A mannequin sits in a garden
#hbp97 #VssDaily
As he needed rest and sustenance, he must leave his garden. But the thoughtof his flowers going unprotected haunted him.
A scarecrow Doppelganger was his answer.
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A garden full of cats
What is there to defend?!
This landscaper’s design
Should have won at the end
In landscaping contest
And become viral trend
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp97
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"So this is the field?"
"Yes; see, that's that little tree grove over there."
"And this is what you do for a living, now?"
"Trying. Um... why?"
"Well, I'm just wondering where the astronaut cow and space wagon are."
"Look, it's called art. You're supposed to go for feelings."
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Watching him leave, they squinted at the mounds of earth that covered the formal garden and the tiny stretch of lawn that still connected them to the outside world.
"Guess he didn't like me calling it a moat then," they said. "Better start digging."
4/4
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"You're gunna go, & fix the damn thing, alright? A pond! Not a ditch! A proper pond! I don't wanna see anything else 'til it's in the ground!" he huffed but appeared to be finished.
They nodded instead of spoke, just in case.
"Right, I've got to go speak to her ladyship, get to it!"
3/4
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There was a piece of hedge clipping stuck to his beard. It wobbled with the joy as he yelled, punctuating his frustrations with all the dignity of goggly eyes glued on a sock. They bit the inside of their mouth. It wasn't really working but he was too caught up in his tirade to notice.
2/? #hbp97
"It's a ditch!"
There was a vein going in the top of the head gardener's brow now. They could see it throbbing away like it was about to add the big drum to a percussion section.
"I know a ditch when I see one & that's a ditch! Don't you be calling it any fancy names, coz it's a ditch!"
1/? #hbp97
"So when they finally decipher that last crop circle they'll be in for a shock!"
"Why not just write it in a language they understand?" The co-pilot asked.
"Because they never understand. Look who they put in charge!"
The tiny cigar shaped craft zipped out from Earth's atmosphere.
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"I say I feel REjected and disREpected."
The stuffy Victorian-dressed man stood in front of his rather...yonic...hedgesculpture with a sun hat on, despite it being 9pm.
"Sir, while these are no doubt impressive, the rules state no sexual imagery."
He huffed. "Half the entries are arse plugs!"
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For 2/1:
Land made from my flesh
Velvet-smooth, rich and sanguine
Fresh, churned soil—fecund
Means naught to rich, rocketmen
Scorching the earth to escape.
#tanka #poem #poetry #prompt #writingcommunity
#vssdaily: velvet
#inkMine: churn
#vss365: rockets
#hbp97: Passionate landscaper defends work
1/5 All In The Details #hbp97
The graduation ceremony was
less than 2 hours away and the
topiary focus point, at the
entrance of the military
academy campus, was to be a visual highlight.
The landscaper, Mr. Gustav,
insisted that he provided
exactly what was requested.
“I stand by my work!
"What's the meaning of this?? I specifically asked for maize to be planted along this path." She stared at the intricate maze before her, gobsmacked.
Her landscaper husband sidled up to her and whispered, "Wouldn't it be more fun trying to get to the center...together?"
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A man at the front of the gathered group spoke in a whisper which was meant to carry clearly. His date looked forward with a more fixed and purposeful attention than anyone had ever looked at the painting, other than the artist. It was titled: The arcane order meets in the floating city of Tharala, above the valley of the Gods by Ve. “Of course, it lacks realism by being a fantastical vista. Not the artists fault, but their work doesn’t deserve to be here amongst actual realism. If I were running this place, I’d keep this with the digital art prints.” The artist stood forward from beside his date. “You understand the difference between realism and realistic, right?” He looked at her with the same puzzled look a dog gets when hearing their name spoken in a baby voice. “It’s okay, I can explain it for you. We don’t have floating landmasses in reality, no. But by taking that fantastical element, imagining how it would sit in that space and how it would affect everything else around it, and then presenting it in a realistic way with true textures, shading and light. It is imaginative, but it is realism.” The man was stunned, mouth open. Closed. Open. The group shifted with collective cringe, but intrigue kept them from fleeing. “Y-you’re the artist. You are Vena Mulvane?” He asked, stumbling over the words. He reached out a hand and Ve took it before she could stop herself. “I’m such a big fan of your work. I have two of your prints at home.” His date laughed. The group laughed. Ve smiled at him, biting her cheeks to keep control. He was still for three seconds before he turned into the group to flee. They were obliging and parted for him, which only made them laugh more. Before he’d reached the door they had developed a hum of conversation, mostly re-enacting the event as they had seen it. All but for Ve and his date. “Not going after him?” Ve asked. “I was looking to ditch him, he didn’t find my humour funny.” .
“What an idiot. I’ll add that tone of red he went to my palette for my new painting. Dedicate it to him, or maybe to you?” “I’d like to see that” “The new painting? How about now? My studio space is upstairs.” “Do you have a name? I can’t keep thinking of you as “the rude man’s date now.” “Yeah, not now I’m your date, I guess. I’ll answer to that, or Clair.” Ve laughed
This one ended in an entirely different place than I'd planned 🤯
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #flashfiction #hbp97
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"Dammit! Your yard needs that unicorn fountain that shoots soda out of it's horn! No! I'm not changing my mind about replacing the trees with giant candy canes! Stop asking about the edible grass! It's getting installed and that's final! I don't care about sensible! I'm on crack!"
Los ojos abiertos, la lengua entre sus labios azules.
“Ahora no hay que rehacer todo, usa la sangre!!” -- dio una risa corta— “¡Es el tono de rojo que quiero!”
5/5
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Entró en su mansión de ladrillo.
“Está borracha pero borracha. Gracias a dios que no sea nuestro problema…El pobre diablo—“
“Yoo whoo” — la lora salió otra vez con los brazos escondidos-“Toma.”
La cabeza del señor Martin voló por el aire como un balón de fútbol.
4/5
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“Sí, señora, pero nos dijo el señor Martin hace meses que las rosas deberían de ser-“
“Ahora no importa, amigos… no im-por-ta… ya no les va a hablar mi esposo.”
Sus manos también estaban manchadas.
“Tengo una idea para que no sea tan complicado mi pedido…”
3/5
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“Blancas no quiero, mister. Habla con tus amigos y diles que el color es incorrecto.”
No sabía si las manchas en su ropa vinieron de su copa de vino.
“Hoooolaaa. ¿Me escuchaste?”
2/5
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“La señora quiere que sean rojas, no blancas.”
“Pero, hace unos meses que nos dijeron que salieran blancas.”
“Hooooolaaaa.”, dijo la de mil años en una voz de lora llevando una bata con plumas en el collar.
1/5
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lady chatterley's
review
was fine
#hbp97 #PassionateLandscaperForcedToDefendTheirWork
#flashfiction #fanfiction #fantaiku
#ardent #admirer #haiku
#dailyhaikuprompt #eggplant ;)
#DHLawrence
#LadyChatterleysLover
#booksky #bannedbook
#bannedbooks
#readbannedbooks !
Puffing on his pipe, he admired his work. This was his secret passion. The flowing shrubs were neatly shaped and pleasing to the eye.
An abrupt, loud #rumble shook him from his reverie. 𝐵𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
Turning, he cried, “Begone, fool of a Balrog! YOU. SHALL. NOT. PASS!”
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"There's no point in being gentle. Aggressive pruning will always net you far more beautiful blooms than timidity. Snip them off before they turn on you, I always say. And they will turn on you; they always do.
"Plant them deep & prune them hard. Trust me; you'll get used to the screaming." #hbp97
"Tomorrow I will mow!" she says to the weedwhacker mob. Neighbors are furious Mr. Jones pays me to leave his yard in it's disheveled spring state.
"One more day of No Mow May, so much better for the ecosystem, you'll see, the yard will be better for it." "That's a thing?"
"It's a thing!" #hbp97
They call it overgrown, a mess. They demand its return to sterile green. He stands before the swaying meadow, arms crossed, heart thrumming. No. The soil breathes now. Bees drift, gold-dusted. Roots tangle deep, alive. He won’t bow to their barren perfection. Not when this is wild, thriving
#hbp97
My soul stretches across the landscapes I create with fire, overseeing the burning and the blazing. In the acrid daybreak, the smouldering remains give testimony to my twisted pyromania. And if you shared my past, you'd share my passion, my vengeance, my spark of inhumanity.
#hbp97 #vss365
Brash buldozers squat
near my garden, their plot foiled:
sugar in their tanks.
#Haiku #Senryu
Character: Passionate landscaper forced to defend their work. #hbp97
“It’s very…suggestive.”
“You said make it beautiful,” Bella replied, pruning. “Hay belleza en tu forma.”
“Yes, but so…detailed?”
“Less detail wouldn’t match your Victorian.”
“I was thinking more…subtle.”
Bella put down the shears and stared at Izzy, who blushed.
“…at least…fewer nipples?”
#hbp97
Unusual they say
I say it's art
I use my tools to carve
Greenery and lawns
My gardens are Eden
There's no other way
Shrubbery that appears
As animals and statues
It's why I make big bucks
Looks of dismay
Sorry about your luck
Not able to see true beauty
#hbp97
The landscaper, frantic,
stepped in front of the bulldozer.
"Stop!" he shouted.
"This isn’t just a garden—
it’s stabilizing the soil.
Without it, the hillside will erode,
and the river will overflow.
Tear it down, and the entire
neighborhood will flood."
#hbp97 #amwriting #writingCommunity
Oh, it was done! The beautiful grass cut pristine and unmarked. Flowers arranged just so. If anyone looked close enough they may even be able to see his signature. And that was precisely why he was in handcuffs. Officers didn’t appreciate the beauty of a grave no matter how much he argued. #hbp97
