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Princess Megan has an Associates Of Art Degree in Journalism and diplomas in Free Lance Writing and Short Story Writing. I have 2 published novels: Passage To Romance and Princess Of Scruples. I work as a Qualified Medication Assistant in mental health. I am married and have a striped gray cat named Tigger. I am a Moderator at Writing.com I am also a Creative Scrapbook Designer and writing is my passion. Check out my stories in my Port.
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Megan's Blog City Journal #947010 added December 7, 2018 at 11:54am
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Crisp Path, December Snow, Ghosts
Prompt: Write a story or poem from Dylan using this quote as inspiration. Have fun!
"The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast." Dylan Thomas, Quite Early One Morning: Stories
There is a place called the Red Brush in a small
town in Indiana where Al Capone buried dead bodies.
I hear on a foggy, snowy night, you can see shadows
and mists resembling people in a crisp path by corn fields.
Ghosts on dry toast. In this case, ghosts on dry land or
snow. Spooky? Probably. I have never been over there at night.
I live in the country. It can be spooky. I will take my chances
in the country and avoid the big city scene. No thanks! I like
it here. Deep, dark woods whose mysteries remain hidden and secret.
Al Capone used to hang around this area in between bank robberies.
Who knows what other secrets and bodies are buried? I wonder if Dylan
Thomas has been here and see the bodies of mist, in the deep dark, where
we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. Food for thought.
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