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The Blame Game

 
It's not my fault that I have no friends; they're the reason it always ends
It's not my fault that my marriage failed; she's the one who went and bailed
It's not my fault that my kids don't call; they're just spoiled and want it all
It's not my fault that my cash is low; I have to keep up with the Joneses you know 
It's not my fault that I lost my job; the boss was a jerk and he worked for the Mob
It's not my fault that my life is lame; it's really my parents who are to blame
 
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where the cue this week is "fault"

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Field of Green

 
He planted a field of shamrock clover in memory of his beloved Ireland home. 
 
He smiled at thoughts of his long-lost youth there, when through green fields he'd roam.  
 
He lived a good life and had grown old now, he knew his time was passing by. 
 
All he asked was to be buried beneath the shamrocks when it came his time to die.
 
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This was written for In Other Words where Patricia has asked us to  
write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word shamrock:
noun; a plant having leaves divided into three leaflets, the wood sorrel,
red clover, white clover, and black medick: the national emblem of Ireland
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Secrets of the Old Farmhouse - Part XX

(Click here to read Parts I - XIX)
 
EPILOGUE:
 
A year had passed since Hezekiah and Levi's departure, and the cellar no longer felt oppressive.  Jill and Seth had made it a point to use the inheritance money they received from Uncle Jake to make some improvements to the old farmhouse, refinishing all the beautiful hardwood floors and replacing the old drafty windows.  They had also inherited Uncle Jake's cows and his farming equipment; the crops and their big vegetable garden were looking good.  
 
There was another change in the family, a new life in the farmhouse; Jill had given birth to a healthy baby girl they named Anna Catherine.  She sleeps in Joseph's cradle that Seth brought down from the attic.
 
Things were peaceful at the old farmhouse and life was good; and every now and then if Jill awoke in the middle of the night and checked on the baby sleeping in the small room next to theirs, she would see the smiling images of Naomi and Hezekiah standing watch over Anna, guardian angels of her very own.
 
(Thus ends my Secrets of the Old Farmhouse tale. Thank you for stopping by to read this story for the past twenty weeks, I've enjoyed writing it. ) 
 
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A to Z Challenge - Theme Reveal


It's almost time!  The April Blogging from A to Z  Challenge begins in less than two weeks, with the first posts going up on Saturday, April 1st.  I've participated in the Challenge five out of the last six years, and I'm excited to be joining in again!

My theme for this year's A to Z is "six sentence stories".  The series will be entitled Full Circle, and each day I'll be sharing the story of another woman in the small town where this tale takes place.  Although their ages range from eighteen to eighty, their lives are interconnected in that they are all members of the ladies group of the local protestant church.  Some of the characters and life stories will be modeled after those I became familiar with while growing up in a small Midwest town.

These will be very brief stories, exactly six sentences each; a format that I've discovered to be fun through my weekly participation in Zoe's Six Sentence Stories blog hop.  I hope you'll enjoy them!

Disclaimer: Grammatical sentence structure will be loosely interpreted.  You can expect ellipses, semi-colons, and run-on sentences, because I can. :-)

Please be aware that although I usually reply to comments on my posts, due to time constraints during the A to Z Challenge I will forego that in order to use my time to return to your blog to read your post and leave a comment for you there.

If you're planning to participate in the A to Z Challenge and you've got a theme in mind, write about it and link your post up in the comments on the A to Z Blog here, and (or)  the A to Z Facebook page here.
A to Z Coming Soon!
 

Lucky the Leprechaun


When I was young I had a friend, a leprechaun was he
His name he said was Lucky, and he surely proved to be
He found a stash of gold coins hid under an old oak tree
And then because he was my friend he gave them all to me
 
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This was written for In Other Words where Patricia has asked us to  
write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word leprechaun:
noun; (in Irish folklore) a mischievous elf, often believed to have
a treasure hoard. According to legend, if you catch a leprechaun
he will show you where the treasure is hidden.
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Secrets of the Old Farmhouse - Part XIX


(Click here to read Parts I - XVIII)
 
Seth returned home to find Jill sitting on the cellar steps sobbing.  He sat down next to her and held her close while she told him what had transpired, and together they prayed for the departed souls of Hezekiah and Levi. 
 
As they climbed back up the stairs they heard someone tapping on the front door, and Seth opened it to find the local sheriff standing there soberly with his hat in his hand.  He had come to tell them that Uncle Jake had been found dead in his barn by a neighbor that morning; apparently he had suffered a heart attack while milking his cows.
 
What had already been an emotional day became harder as Jill and Seth began to make funeral arrangements for the uncle they loved dearly.  Jill noted sadly that Uncle Jake's death marked the passing of the last remaining former occupant of the old farmhouse, and now it was up to them to carry on.
 
 (While this episode concludes the story, there will be one final post, an epilogue, next week.)
 
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where the cue this week is "tap"

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Blarney and Malarkey

 
 Two Irishmen named Blarney and Malarkey
 went out to find some sweet lasses 
Though they found ladies fair
both were full of hot air, so
the ladies proclaimed them jackasses
 
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This was written for In Other Words where Patricia has asked us to  
write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word blarney:
noun; flattering talk; deceptive nonsense;
talk that is not true but funny; talk used to trick you

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Secrets of the Old Farmhouse - Part XVIII

 
(Click here to read Parts I - XVII)
 
It was as if a storm had blown into the shadowy darkness of the cellar. The wind howled,  jars of canned goods rattled on the shelves, the old ceiling joists creaked and groaned, and dust swirled up from the floor, making the air so thick that Jill could scarcely breathe.  She heard a thud that sounded like a body being thrown against a wall; a bone-chilling wail arose from the ghost of Levi, and then all went silent.
 
A soft glowing light formed around the ghost of Hezekiah, and Jill saw him bend over and gently lift Levi's limp form from the cellar floor. "I'm leaving now, and I'm taking you along with me to the other side," Hezekiah said, sounding weary, "maybe we will both find God's mercy there."
 
Jill watched as he began moving slowly up the stairs bearing Levi; then both faded and disappeared, and she broke down and cried.
 
(To be continued) 
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where the cue this week is "will"

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Secrets of the Old Farmhouse - Part XVII

(Click here to read Parts I - XVI)
 
Although nothing more had been heard from Levi after their last encounter with him, Jill still felt uncomfortable in the cellar and usually sent Seth down to get anything she wanted from there. 
 
One day Seth had gone to a cattle auction and Jill needed some of the fruit she had canned so that she could make a pie for the church dinner.  Flipping on the switch to the single light bulb, she scurried down the stairs and quickly grabbed two jars of peaches. 
 
As she turned to head back up the stairs she saw a shadow move across the back wall, then the light bulb shattered, and in the darkness she heard a sinister laugh; Jill screamed and ran toward the stairs.
Just then a large glowing orb of light came sailing down the stairs, moving between her and the dark shadow, and manifesting into the form of none other than Hezekiah.
 
Jill stood paralyzed with fear as Hezekiah called out Levi from the shadows and confronted him, his voice roaring with fury, "I threw you out once and you dared to return!"
 
(To be continued) 
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where the cue this week is "return"

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It Doesn't Work That Way


'Tis the season of leprechauns and lucky charms
Wishing for a pot of gold or to be in someone's arms
If only life truly worked out that way
We'd all carry rabbit's feet and wish away
Far better though, in God's hands we safely stay

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This was written for In Other Words where Patricia has asked us to  
write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word luck.
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