What do lemons, cerulean, and Jack have in common?

The postcard came in the mail with this month's Alpha writing assignment:

Use these words-- 

Jack, blank, lemon, basket, mold, cerulean
in your writing for this month.

Alpha Writers is a unique group of 10-12 persons, including a retired school secretary, a judge, a factory worker, a student, an editor, a nun that left her convent and more...

I feel their writing

shows the uniqueness

of each individual.

Enjoy...

Ramona wrote:

Jack noticed the basket of fresh flowers hanging from the girl's left arm.
She pulled one from the bunch and handed it to him.
"I've never seen a dandelion this color," he said.
"It's called cerulean blue." She smiled.
He took a whiff. "It smells like mold."
"I dyed it. That's the smell. I'm allergic to anything yellow, like a lemon,"
and added, "or a dandelion."
He gave the girl a blank stare, shook his head, and
ambled down the garden path.
   

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Crystal wrote:

 

Cerulean lemons? 
"Cerulean lemons!
 What in the smoky green hell is going on here this morning?
Jack? Jack! Jack, where are you?"

"Here sire, right here.
 Well, sire, you see, the Wizard..."

"I knew it! I knew letting that crazy old mage in
here was a bad idea. Now the fruit basket has wings, my marble staircase 
is covered in mold, and the chef is a bee with three heads!
Where is that Wizard now?...

What's going on in the castle?"

"Well, sire you see...that is the problem."

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Jed wrote:

Jack's cobalt, cerulean eyes stared blankly,
longingly past the lemon tree in Bridget's
back yard. He watched her figure mold into the air mattress;

her tanned limbs languid
in the pool. He was a basket case thinking of
murder. Her lover appeared and dived under her.
Jack, denied his pleasure again,
waited and watch.
  

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Kathy wrote:

In a cerulean world, Jack's mother pulls the sheets from the clothesline and drops them in a plastic-lined bushel basket. She refuses to give in to her peripheral vision. It tugs at her mindset. The shadow is huge and ominous--hard to ignore, but she has not yielded to the temptation for days.

Turning her back to the shadow, she lumbers to the house, a blank look masking her fear. The kitchen smells of lemon. The meringue pie is Jack's favorite and fresh. Although mold blankets the walls in the old cottage, she does her best to keep it homey--a place Jack wants to come home to.

Folding the freshly laundered sheets, she feels a prickly sensation, and goosebumps snake down her spine. The sky grumbles. Her dwelling trembles; a kitchen window cracks, and soon huge shards of glass crash to the floor.

Creeping to the open window, she dares to look between the remaining splinters. The towering beanstalk shudders. As her eyes drift upward, she gasps. The bottoms of two gigantic boots are attached to legs as thick as tree trunks, the rest hidden by an anvil shaped cloud.

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David* wrote:

Leaving the hen house with nearly a basket full of eggs, I see a rider approaching on a beautiful black horse. The mail is here. I go to meet the rider. My mind drew a blank as to the rider's name. There is still no word from Jack. As I go back to the house, my eyes gaze at the cerulean....

*(David is my husband--not an Alpha writer.

He wanted to give the assignment a try.

David loves horses...)

   

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Joni Eareckson Toda writes:

Each one of us is God's special work of art. Through us, he teaches us and inspires, delights, encourages, informs and uplifts all those who view our lives. God, the master artist, is most concerned about expressing Himself--His thoughts and His intentions--through what he paints in our characters.
 

Although we are each uniquely created, we are all a part of His body...

Now you are all the body of Christ

and individual members of it.

1 Corinthians 12: 14-27

We work together, we encourage each other, we pray for each other, we support each other, we love each other --using our Savior, and Lord as the Supreme Example.

Look around you today and this week.

Notice the uniqueness of those around you.

God must love diversity.

Give thanks.

  

Dear Lord, 
You know me far better than I know myself. 
When you created me, you had a special plan
meant for no one else.
May I appreciate those who are different than me--
in ways they think, in ways they look, in ways they 
feel and express themselves--knowing that you
had a special plan for them, too.
May I be your worthy servant and live according to your commandments.
 ...Let my words, thoughts, and actions be a testimony to You, today and always. 
     Praise be to God.
     Amen