Three Line Tales: Soccer for 3-Year-Olds #amwriting #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 words for hosting #3LimeTales

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Credit: Christian Widell via UnSplash

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The gitter of the morning sun touches the dew, the liquid grass blades absorb it, deprived of water, sucking it back like tequila shots. The little ones arrive, talking loudly and shrieking; there are tears, there are runny noses, and there are giggles of happiness. The three-year-olds line up and parents help them do their tasks; Practicing kicking the ball into the net, running here and there, being the goalie, and following each other closely, a pack of pigeons squawking; all is well until Jordy pushes Chris and the toddlers aren’t afraid, piling on top of each other with delighted screams. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Literary Lion: NHL Hockey – Boys and Statistics. 


Yeah! Happy to be doing Literary Lion from Laura of I Smith Words. Turns out Laura’s blog switched from WordPress.com to .com for a while so I wasn’t getting the prompts in my email. The challenge will be once a month now to fit with Laura’s schedule better. This month’s 100 word story prompt is boys.

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http://www.ducks.nhl.com

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Marissa watched the Oiler’s hockey game on her brother Grant’s 60 ” TV. 

McDavid stole the puck and the Oiler players all began cycling the puck to shoot on Anaheim’s goalie.

“Did McDavid score?” Brad asked, returning to the couch after grabbing a beer.

“No, McDavid set up Hall. Hall hit the cross bar.” Grant muttered soarly.

Grant and Brad knew NHL hockey down to the tiniest statistical detail for every team and each of the team’s players.

“Just shoot,” Marissa exclaimed as Hall was tripped, having an open lane to Anaheim’s net.

Brad and Grant smiled at Marissa before exchanging statistics on Edmonton’s power play.

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” Opportunity or Risk? “


 

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So difficult to accomplish,

No safety net, for a small wish,

Do or die; have to think about,

Worst case scenarios on my route,

Opportunity knocks, dare I open the door?

No where else to turn, if I end up on the floor.

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Not the same for you, you’ve a net,

When you draw, you still have safe bets, 

A job to turn to, and husband,

On me if I break; in abandon.

How can you understand my unique situation,

Can’t depend on health, keeping me situated.

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I’m feeling great doubt, I’m unsure.

I’ve only begun, can’t leap assured.

I have to see the ‘ins’ and ‘outs,’

Before I can tell you what I’m about.

Darkness lingers in my mind, pressure I cannot define.

You don’t know what it’s like in my shoes, undecided.

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A gigantic opportunity,

To pass up, is it lunacy?

Calculated risks are fine,

Tell me where to draw finite line.

If I can’t do this career, and I’m not that into sales.

You see differently, maybe I can help people sail.

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Find a better life, find their health,

To begin, I have little wealth.

I haven’t been planing to divert,

My path in this local –invert,

Thoughts moving, teetering in changed direction.

Choices not made easily, self-reflection.

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Don’t believe I have enough wage,

Writing, my dream of life changing.

Can’t make living off of dreaming,

But changing wheels, believing.

New thoughts, career movements could alter future path.

No security if I go off, what happens in depressions wrath?

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Bubbling thoughts in my mind,

Jets in whirlpool, the sucking kind,

How do I be cheerful often,

How to make my shell, crack, soften,

I’m scared I can’t do it; keep seeing my fail safe.

So difficult choosing, God guide your small waif.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.