Crimson’s Creative Challenge #158

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treat: Heathland Fungi

3rd November, Fritton Woods aka Waveney Forest, loads of fungi, too many to show you here. So I’ve selected a few. Enjoy. BTW I only name when I’m sure of the ID (which isn’t often)

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The next three fungi all belong to the earth-ball/puff-ball family

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These next two fungi are very common at Fritton

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Possibly an oysterling

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And no mistaking the final two: Amanita muscaria aka Fly Agaric. BTW the rain washes the spots off

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I could show you so many more but that’s all for now folks. Hope you enjoyed

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Sunday Picture Post: On a Frosty Misty Morning

3rd November, we’re heading to Fritton Woods, also called Waveney Forest. This is heathland that in 1950s was put to pine plantation but has now been drastically thinned. So, thermals on, let’s go…

The river is steaming, the water so much warmer than the air above it

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A bus ride later… I expect to see a unicorn appear

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Yes, deep frost… but only where the sun don’t shine

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The sun warms the air and the land and makes everything look shiny new

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The mist clears and leaves us with a vivid blue sky

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Into the woods where the mist is lingering

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A sunny glade, but don’t walk here

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Grazing marshes edge the heath to the south and west.

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This farmhouse is beyond the marsh, on the far side of River Waveney. It makes my think of Constable (the painter)

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The remaining pines… I wonder if they’re pining for their lost siblings

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And because I like deciduous trees… truly a silver birch

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And left to last, a wonderful surprise. But can you see it?

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That’s all folks. Though of course we did encounter LOADSAFUNGI along the way. I’ll show you those on Tuesday

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The Overthrown Queen

From my archives

Thrown from my palace
Ousted by that usurping wench
Kept from my chamber
From my servants, familiars, my wards and grimoires
Kept from my pots and vials, philtres and magical gubbins.
What do I do now?
And don’t answer me that, you accursed sprite
What would you know of it?
When did you last have a royal invite?
Or last dance with a prince?
Have you a complexion sweet as milk?
You and your greasy unctuous ilk!
But no mind, I’ll look in this lake
And chant what I know well
The Mirror, Mirror spell

95 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mirror

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Give Us a Kiss for Christmas

Mistletoe: 10 Nov 2021

Look Up, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.

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Time to Celebrate

I’m not one for keeping track of the years and observing dates. So it came a surprise when WordPress sent me this

What should I do to celebrate? I’m not one for parties. While wondering I looked back to my first posts. And I found this, this little bit of serious nonsense:

Author’s Log Entry 14,443

Warning!

The following post might cause mental indigestion.

Contents:

Tub-thumping, Atheism v Religion
Angel Revival
Quantum Angels

But first, a note for those readers who’ve browsed my previous post, Angel in the Park: do not mistake my character’s beliefs for my own. Besides, after centuries of obscurity, angels are hot stuff again. Certainly in fantasy fiction, but also amongst New Age spiritualists. You might think that odd in an age rampant with atheism. But it’s not.

Tub-thumping:

Now I promise not to stay too long on the soap-box, but consider this. Richard Dawkins and his coterie of God-haters might be happy getting off on the amazing science that underlies the rainbow – but since when has amazement equalled a spiritual experience? Rather, amazement is to the spirit what the Phoenician alphabet is to Pascal or Assembler C++ . It’s not just that these folk are 2000 years behind the times – the same things were said by Lucretius (died 55 bce) and Cicero, while agreeing, advocated such talk should be kept between the intelligentsia for fear, without the state religion, the masses might rebel. They also ignore a pertinent feature of human nature: As a species, we’ve evolved with a need for religion that has nothing to do with clinging to childhood stories in fear of our approaching, all-obliterating death. Rather, I’d say it’s our need for some entity, some being, beyond ourselves. In Freudian terms, a projection of our internal parent-image upon the external universe.

Angel Revival:

So while the aforementioned atheists are busy trashing our beliefs, the recently belief-bereaved are turning elsewhere to satisfy their needs. Hence the recent rise of ufology, with the accompanying belief that aliens are come as our guides, like parents, to save us from our folly.

Others, including the various brands of New Age spiritualism, perhaps feeling that the Christian Church has failed them, now turn to upgraded versions of the personal gods that used to lurk around the Middle East in times long past, and call these parental-type guides, angels.

Okay, I’ve stepped down off my soapbox. So let’s return to angels in fantasy fiction.

These come in two types: the personal god type, as mentioned above; and the fallen angel beloved of dark gothic. Almost exclusively these latter types have been inspired and engendered by the Book of Enoch. Despite being widely known in Medieval Europe, the Book of Enoch was discarded as irrelevant when King James Bible was being compiled. However, it has recently ‘come to light’ and been translated to English.

But, the angels that populate my fiction are neither of these. No, mine are more what you’d call . . . Quantum Angels.

As with all fictional characters, these Quantum Angels have a backstory, a mythology, based, not surprisingly, upon quantum theory – and before anyone posts a comment to tell me I’m not understanding the theory, yes, I know. That’s the whole point of it, it’s called the Big Bang of Humour: two disparate facts clash. So, here’s how my angels were formed.

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Quantum Angels:

About five or six years ago I was reading a book, Introduction to Quantum Theory, or QT for Idiots, or some such (I didn’t note the title or the author, not expecting to reference it). Thing was, at the time my brain was recovering from its own quantum event (a virus). So it didn’t quite grasp what the author was saying. But, dysfunctional though my brain was, through its cobbling together of three misunderstood parts of QT my Quantum Angels were born.

Item 1: Events micro-seconds after the Big Bang.

During these first gasps of new (or renewed) existence the various forms of mass-energy, all excited in the heat, went harum-scarum, slam into each other, thereby creating +/- pairs. But in micro-short time their fun was done. For all this activity was fired by heat, and their ardour had been gobbling it up. With the temperature cooling, there wasn’t the energy for banging (into each other), so no more new pairs could be formed. But worse, and alas, and this is the point, most of the couples were then annihilated. (Don’t cry, for 1 in 1010 of the original protons and neutrons survived.)

Item 2: Dark Energy

This assumed-or-thought-to-exist energy is assumed-or-thought-to permeate all of space. Theorists believe it’s involved in the acceleration and expansion of the universe. This hypothetical energy accounts for an entire 73% of the total mass–energy of the universe. Hold that figure in your head.

Item 3: Dark Matter

The equally hypothetical dark matter – not to be confused with ‘the awful dark that emanates from Mordor’ – is termed dark because it cannot be seen. It can’t be seen, it can’t be measured, it is invisible. Yet its existence can be inferred, rather like sex appeal, by its effect upon other matter. But, though invisible and un-measureable, it is believed to constitute a massive (which here isn’t used as hyperbole) 84% of all matter in the universe, and 23% of the mass-energy.

See Wikipedia’s entries on Dark Energy, Dark Matter, and Big Bang.

Retrieved from NASA online: http://www.nasa.go...

Are you good at sums? Then add 23% of mass-energy (Dark Matter) and 73% of mass–energy (Dark Energy). So are the theorists are saying that 96% of the mass-energy in the universe is actually hypothetical? Cogito ergo 4% sum.

Now to my equally hypothetical theory of Quantum Angels.

1: The annihilated mass-energy of those first micro-seconds wasn’t really annihilated. It was transformed into spiritual matter, to become the missing Dark Mass-Energy.

2: In the dying heat of the moment this Dark Mass-Energy zoomed off into another dimension – the Dark Spirit Dimension.

3: This missing Dark Mass-Energy, permeating the universe – in its own dimension – cannot be seen by atheist scientists because IT IS SPIRIT!. And that spirit is in you, and me, and the birds, and the trees, in the cats, and the dogs, the fish, and the bees, in the spiders and the snakes, in the rocks, and the sea, in the air, and the planets, the suns – yep, even in aliens.

Just think about it.


And published seven years later… available on Amazon [see my Books on this blog]

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CCC157: Pixelated Ladies

They said we’d never escape, that there was more than that iron barrier to hold us in, herded like Lubanthan Goblins.

Yet Meghan claimed she knew a spell. We cleared the leaves for her to write it in the soil. And all went well.

Now we have only to negotiate our way out of the Misty Forest beyond, the domain of the Pixelated Ladies.


What, I hear you ask, is a Pixelated Lady? This is (just my name for it). For those not in the know, Fly Agaric (Amanita muscaria) yields an hallucinogen.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treat: A Fist (or two) Full of Fungi

A small selection of the fungi we found at Whitlingham on 28th October.

I give you the best first. Parrot Wax Cap… yay! so happy to find

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Jelly Ear…

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Beefsteak Fungus. I think the deer have nibbled it

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Dead Man’s Fingers…

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And here a stump playing host to so many…

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There were more but I think too much fungi could give you indigestion. Hope you enjoyed.

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Sunday Picture Post: Wooded Hills and Open Water

26th October and we hopped on a bus into Norwich. We’re headed for Whitlingham Country Park which hugs the river as Rive Yare wraps around the southside of the city. It’s not far to walk and the day is fair.

We pop into a small woodland on the way…

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A former gravel quarry, there are plenty of steep hills to get the muscles working

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Along the lane the hedges are colourful

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Though you might have to search for it

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We arrive at the park. After recent rain the water is high

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I thought I saw some fairies here: 28th Oct 2021

Alder red! 28th Oct 2021

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We catch the swans in their morning ablutions

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Willows are turning, but only where they catch the full-on sun

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A glimpse of the River Yare

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And back to the beginning with a walk through the woods

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We found many fungi here. I’ll show you on Tuesday. That’s all for now folks

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