Mother Combs

Joined July 2021

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Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Tornado
Alex was going through his ill-gotten loot when he heard the sirens go off, signaling a tornado had touched down. The only problem was that Alex had lived in this town his entire life and never remembered hearing of one tornado touching down. So Alex continued counting up what he brought in that night. He decided what to melt down and saw how much he could spend.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Renegade Rebeka
Rebeka was a rebel with a cause. She stood up for what she believed in and didn’t care how popular it made her. It didn’t matter how many times her Pa had beat her; Rebeka wouldn’t change her mind. She was going to continue doing as she’d been doing.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Spring Greetings
Warmest Greetings In the form of Spring flowers Deepest green grass sprouting Trees budding in multiple colors Warmest Wishes
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Happy Valentine's Day
In love embrace We will come face-to-face One heart entwined Love divined Whispers of I love you That you’ll know is true
By Mother CombsExclusive • 2 years ago
Yellow Rose
A dozen yellow roses is my gift to you to show my friendship with you is true. Yellow is the color for friends. Yellow is a color that is warm.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Pixie Dust
She sits in a meadow of white In a gossamer white gown Holding out her pale hand And watching the pixie dust Float off in the wind
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Ceremony
Once, when Mother Combs visited the Weedan She was privileged enough to witness a special ceremony This ceremony was for the youth who had found their voice
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Weedan Chronicles
This serves as an index to all the Weedan stories I have written so far. I have chosen Elton John's Tiny Dancer to listen to while you look through the index if you would like.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Writers
Perfectly Pink Prose
Perfectly pink Tattoo ink Drawn into a rose By someone who knows On someone’s arm Who means no harm Someone pure Who is very sure
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Fairy Garden
In Mother Combs’s youth When she was first traveling the world She came across this dense forest And decided to explore
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
C-Notes World Tour
Come one Come all Buy your tickets now Get them before They’re sold out All the cool cats Will be there The C Notes World Tour
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Countryside
Spring has sprung, flowers are blooming The grass is greener than before Wildflowers are mixed with the grass It’s time to go fly kites
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets

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Tornado

Renegade Rebeka

Spring Greetings

Happy Valentine's Day

Yellow Rose

Pixie Dust

The Ceremony

The Weedan Chronicles

Perfectly Pink Prose

Fairy Garden

C-Notes World Tour

Countryside

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