Mr Dog Man

**The words for this piece were lingering in my mind and I HAD to post them, I HAD to get them down. I would honestly love to hear what you guys think. Thankyou**

Mr Dog Man, you didn’t see me today, did you?

I walked a different way today.

Took the alley right up the hill.

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

I see you everyday Mr Dog Man.

Everyday on my way to and from school.

No matter which of two ways I take.

No matter how early, no matter how late I leave for school.

We always somehow cross paths Mr Dog Man.

Is it a coincidence?

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

I always see you walking your creepy walk.

Behind your dark shades and your hat.

And with your fat little Shiatsu cross some sort of bear.

But you didn’t see me today.

Did you miss me?

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

French was my last class.

We were all barging out of the class into the stream of students in the hall.

We pushed our way free through the doors to the sunny air.

Where the flowers were blossoming in the fields.

No reason to get home quickly today Mr Dog Man.

So I followed a path quite the opposite way.

I went right around the other side of the block.

Then up the alley where the sun shines through the trees to the big hill.

You can see everything up from that hill Mr Dog Man.

But you couldn’t see me, could you?

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

So I walked home today with the sun shining on me.

I wondered whether your eyes of which colour I have not yet discovered were looking around panicking.

Noticing I was the thing out of place.

Did it bother you Mr Dog Man?

Did you wonder what had happened to me?

Mabey I got a lift home.

Or mabey I was sick.

Mabey you guessed I went a different way.

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

So, you didn’t see me today, did you?

I walked a different way today.

Took the alley right up the hill.

Were you looking for me today Mr Dog Man?

Magpie 31

Magpie Writing Prompt

Continuing on from Magpie 29...

It was in the distance from the cottage that the day would see the last of the sun. With the darkness flooding the sky the occupants of the hidden little cottage turned on their lights. She sat in an old fashioned chair that was more comfy than the rugged old look of it gave credit. And he, who had that day travelled to markets two hours away sat in the other sipping on iced tea and resting his tired eyes. It was quiet, silent almost. Except for the sound of her turning the pages on her book and him sipping his iced tea every once and a while. So it was no surprise they were both startled when the sound of tyres on the pebble road outside occurred. Both jumping from their chairs they stared out the window at a flash black car that slowly neared their cottage. Swearing he turned for the bedroom and she worriedly stared hard at the unexpected guests.

"Grab your stuff," he said as she continued to watch the car cruise closer.

"Slow down a minute, we don't have to run," she said as she too turned for the bedroom.

"Please, there's no time for this. We knew this day would come," he said as he quickly and stressfully reached for the backpack in the bare bedroom.

"I just didn't expect it to be this close," she said as she rummaged through an old chest of drawers, "we don't have to run." She pulled out long sheet-like clothes and draped them over herself, "atleast not yet!" He stared at her, confused.

"Christ woman! What are you doing? Grab your things, they will be knocking on the door any second. Then after that they won't be knocking." Rummaging through the drawers again without a word much to her husband's disbelief she pulled out some more clothes and covered herself up until very little of her was visible.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she covered herself.

"Planning a sensible escape plan," she replied.

She exited the front door of the cottage as he left through the back. She pretended to look shocked at the men's presence which wasn't hard from their black suits and stern expressions. They wore dark shades just like spies in movies, the only exception: this wasn't a movie, this was real life.

"Gentlemen," she said in a higher pitch than her own as she neared her car and they walked towards her, "I'm in quite a hurry, but may I help you?" She opened the door to her car and put the key in the ignition.

"We are looking for April and Jeremy Egnezi," the taller and balder one said as he held out two photographs, "do you recognise these two people?" She examined the two photographs before shaking her head and replying, "no, sorry." She slipped into the car and turned the key.

"I'm terribly sorry but I really must be going," she said, "was that all?" The first man turned to face the other and nodded.

"Thankyou for your co-operation m'am," he said. She nodded and closed the door as they turned to their car. She took a moment to slow back down her racing heart and drove the car away from the old pink cottage in her disguise.

It was almost an hour later when she arrived back at the cottage. By then it was already very dark but the light in the cottage was on. She pulled off her clothes and ran to hug her husband who stood just inside.

"I'm so proud of you!" he said, "We'll leave first thing in the morning."

She nodded and squeezed him tighter, feeling great to be back in his arms.

"I love you April," he whispered.

Magpie 29

This is a prompt from Magpie Tales .

Hidden by trees, by shrub, by forrest is a little old cottage that sits peacefully in the summer sun. It's old style and the young owners that took refuge in it a few years back have no idea quite how old their isolated home is.

Inside stands a woman at her kitchen bench preparing some food. The only sound is that of the knife quickly tapping the chopping board. She's relaxed in the comfort of knowing no one shall find them out here. Her husband and herself that is. Deep down she knows one day they will be found. That someone will probably recognize them when they are on their occasional trip into town or they'll plan to cut down the rainforest that stretches for miles before getting to their cottage and discover them. The woman reaches for the lettuce and begins to cut it to pieces just as contently as before. She seems to be the most carefree woman in the world despite her circumstances. But then again, she's spent two years pushing the thoughts aside.

Magpie 28

As the warm water relaxes my muscles, my mind too falls into a state of relaxation. Words flood in and out, trying to chose the right ones. That cheating beast. How dare he chose her over me! 5 whole years of my life wasted. I'll be sure to mention that to him.

I wriggle my black toe nails that I painted the night before. He had been sitting there on the lounge, watching one of those crime shows we both loved. The woman had found her boyfriend cheating and he murdered her when she confronted him. Though there should be know faith left in my husband I know he would never have the guts to murder someone. He murdered my heart though. And mabey that's just why I raced home from the cafe where I saw him with that stupid slaggy prostitute of a woman. Her hair down to her bum and her skirt hardly covering it. He hadn't seen me catch him out and so I guess that was why deep down I was excited for his arrival. To accuse him, to yell, to cry. I was trying to flood the anger out of me, to have it poor down the drain with the rest of the dirtied water. But I'd want it back for me to put up a good aguement. He had broken my heart. There was no stopping my show.

"You dirty pig! 5 years down the drain! 5 years I could've spent with a better excuse for a man!" I said the words aloud, let them sit on my tongue. I closed my eyes and sunk down into the warm water. Bringing myself up, my freshly cut hair flowed behind me. I remember getting it cut the other day. Meeting up with him for lunch afterwards.

"You look absolutely beautiful!" he said. He had sounded sincere and I had to admit the new look did suit me and it was very sweet of his flattering but I wasn't all that confident. He always made me confident. I could look like an absolute wreck and he'd still proudly hold my hand. In the park, on the beach, out at dinner. Oh, I remember just the other night. We'd dressed up all fancy for our reservation at an expensive restaurant but they stuffed up and overbooked. We kind of just shrugged our shoulders and walked down to the beach. There we sat on the limestone wall, him in a smart suit, me in an expensive dress, laughing as the sun went down.

All the memories came flooding back and I didn't feel too good.

"It's just the bath, the hot water, going under," I convinced myself aloud. I wriggled my toes again. Ready to show him how heartbroken he'd left me. Excitement built up in me as I pulled the plug on the bath, the water flowed down the drain and I heard him come in the door.

Magpie 25

This is a picture prompt from Magpie Tales

Yes, it's rusty and I know there's a crack here and there.

It's been touched and used and also loved.

I know that my heart may be old but you will always have the key to it.

Magpie 23

This is a picture prompt from Magpie Tales

The memories in my mind, the visual as clear as if it was just yesterday.

I still cry sometimes.

Mostly late at night, when I lay in bed, thinking about everything, mostly you.

My heart aches for you.

It aches because you're gone, it aches of sadness and emptiness and guilt too.

Two disasters that night.

One greater than the other.

First the power is lost and then you.

But it didn't happen that way, that simply.

Quite unfortunately.

The fire alarm went off.

It took it's time to detect the smoke that started off from such a small candle.

But luckily we had the smoke detecters.

Otherwise Jon might not have made his way out in time.

And I probably wouldn't have too.

But then again, maybe that would've been better.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to live with this guilt.

So the ringing woke me and Jon up.

I was so scared.

The fire had begun in my room and stretched right down the hall through the house.

Right up to your end.

Jon woke you up, after much pushing and shaking.

He tried to help you out the window but you ran through the house, through the fire to my room.

You should have listened to Jon.

I was out my window.

I had already climbed out.

That's what he told you I would have done.

So, why didn't you listen?

Why didn't you save yourself?

You had said to me to go to bed.

I told you I wanted to read.

I told you I wasn't tired.

And you listened to me.

But I didn't listen to you.

You told me to put out the candle before I went to sleep.

But the book was very good.

And I read until I grew so tired that I eventually just fell to sleep.

My window had been open and the breeze blew the flame to the curtain.

Setting it up in scary, red flames.

I should've listened.

But you should've listened.

We all should've listened.

But it started with me.

And ended with you.

Unfortunately, the fire ended you too.

I waited outside.

Shivering in my night gown.

A firefighter told me to stand by the truck.

And they used big hoses to try and put out the building that stood there in flames.

I watched Jon climb out the window.

And a smile spread across my face.

Relief spread through my body.

I could just imagine you climbing out after him but you didn't.

"Help!" Jon came over yelling.

"My wife is stuck in there. I couldn't get to the fire extinguisher, it was past the flames in the front room!"

"It's okay, sir!" he shouted and signaled to some others.

"She went after her daughter!"

That's when he saw me.

At first he looked upset, and despair was all over his face.

But then he ran over and he hugged me.

He hugged me tight and for a long time.

As if I was his own daughter.

Even though he knew his wife was in the house, that was up in flames.

Together there, as we were tight in each other arms we cried.

I'm sorry my mother.

I love you.

And I miss you.

Scary Movies-Resulting in Ninja Behaviour

Scary Movies. Love 'em, hate 'em, I'm sure everyone's seen at least one scary movie in their life. I for one, am not a fan but I tend to find myself watching them when it's the choice of my friends. Even watching them during the day doesn't do it for me. I usually end up holding someone else's hand, missing half of the movie because I refuse to look when I can sense something frightening is coming and I am usually absolutely terrified for the days that follow. Scary movies in the past have had their short-term effects and long-term effects as well, such as acting like a ninja through the house in the middle of the night to the toilet. I'm more a comedy girl. I enjoy movie's that'll make me laugh and with lines that last for ages of repeating. But I guess Scary Movies are like pickles in hamburgers from HJ's for me. I don't like them but sometimes I just have to grit my teeth and eat them.

So what do you think? Do you like Scary movies or Thrillers? Or do you prefer the funnier sides of things in Comedies like me?