♥Ü♥ Can you write a little story that includes 6 of these phrases?

Question

1. You see the crazy gypsy in my soul.
2. The cold remains of what began with a passionate start
3. Like fairy gifts fading away
4. The heart that has truly loved never forgets
5. A happy daisy, in the garden path
6. Loving voices of old companions
7. With gentle words I courted her
8. The glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew
9. Each virtue most rare her soul possesses
10. And autumn leaves lie thick and still

Answer 1

"Each virtue most rare her soul possesses," said Grandpa. "Your grandmother was a rare combination of sunshine and kisses, happiness and love, honesty and faithfulness; she was courageous yet meek, wise as well as moral, and passionate about life and fairness."

"No one can be that good *all* the time!" shouted Jane excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.

"Ah, but your grandmother was, little one," said Grandpa softly. "The heart that has truly loved never forgets and is never forgotten, you see. Your Grandma and I loved each other deeply, and I will never forget her. The first time we met, she was looking for a daisy. A happy daisy, in the garden path, she said. I thought she was nuts at first. How can a daisy be happy?"

Jane said, "Maybe the daisy had a really good day, Grandpa! Or maybe it was a really *good* daisy." Grandpa chuckled. "I'm sure you're correct, little one," he said. "That's what Grandma said to me, anyway."

"You see the crazy gypsy in my soul sees joy everywhere, in all of God's creatures, especially flowers," said Grandpa. "That's how Grandma explained it to me, and I've agreed with it ever since. When we found that happy daisy, I placed it behind her ear and told her she was even more joyous and beautiful (which of course means her inside virtues shining through to the outside to make pretty into beautiful) than the happy daisy. With gentle words I courted her."

"And then you got married!" exclaimed Jane, bouncing in excitement again. "Yes, and then we got married," agreed Grandpa. "It was a splendiferous day outside - the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew all around us. The flowers were like friends, seeming to have the loving voices of old companions, so often and well had we courted each other."

"Iiiiiiick," said Jane. Her grandfather guffawed in delight. "Ick indeed, little one! When you have loved truly as your grandma and I did, you will understand."

"I don't think so," said Jane, stomping on the cold remains of what began with a passionate start with her utter refusal to join the magical picture being painted. "Ah, but you will, little one," said Grandpa. "You see you are just as virtuous as Grandma was, and you have the same crazy gypsy blood in your soul as we do! Just trust me on this, child, and give it a little time."

"If you say so, Grandpa," said Jane, still doubting but willing to trust for the moment. Grandpa'd never been wrong before, after all! "What happened when she died, Grandpa? How did you get through it if you loved each other so much and she was that terrific?"

"At first it was like fairy gifts fading away," said Grandpa. "Each dream and love and hope we'd had together just slipped through my fingers, drifting away, and I just watched in sadness from afar." He quickly picked up on the tears in Jane's eyes, and said, "But soon I remembered that happy daisy, and I knew that if I just remembered Grandma in my heart, she would always be there. Just as you are always in her heart and she in yours even though you never got to meet, dear one." Jane gave a little sigh, and slipped into sleep.

Her grandfather, looking sad and introspective, brushed her hair off her face and kissed her cheek. "It wasn't *quite* that simple," he thought. "But that's a story for another time. Perhaps in another year or two, when summer is just past and autumn leaves lie thick and still. That would be a good time to talk about her unfortunate death - the time when the world reflects the same spirit." And he quietly turned out the light, left the room, and sat listening to old 45's and reminiscing late into the night.

(:

Answer 2

How about all ten?

Like fairy gifts fading away(3), the last remnant of the twilight disappears into the blackness that is the October night. Loving voices of old companions(6) can be heard over the crackling fire, adding a special ambiance and aura that won't be replaced until morning by the glens, with their meadows of sunshine and dew(8). One of those voices I recognize as my own.

I recall how with gentle words, I courted her(7) in days gone by. She knows, even as I do, that the heart that has truly loved never forgets(4), and yet I know she'll strive to become unable to recollect. I look into her eyes, the window to her soul, and my own heart notes that each virtue most rare her soul possesses(9).

"Why must it be this way?" I ask her. "Of all the people I have ever known, only you see the crazy gypsy in my soul(1) and are not frightened away."

"Circumstances," is her reply. "Under others, we could have been together. But you've made your choices and I've made mine," she explains.

"It's not just circumstances," I retort. "You made this choice. It's not like you're just a happy daisy, in the garden path(5). You deliberately chose this, and that's what saddens me."

"I know," she says. "I'm sorry." She smiles at me, and on my cheek, she plants what seems to be an obligatory kiss, the cold remains of what began with a passionate start(2). As I watch her disappear into the night for what might possibly be the final time, I recall how I thought our love could conquer anything; How our relationship was like a tree that towered over everything else. But now, I see that things are different. The newness of the spring has long since disappeared, the invincibility of the summer has faded, and autumn leaves lie thick and still(10).

I'll never love like that again.

Answer 3

Like fairy gifts fading away, you see the crazy gypsy in my soul. The cold remains of what began with a passionate start, and autumn leaves lie thick and still. Each virtue most rare her soul possesses, a happy daisy, in the garden path. The heart that has truly loved never forgets, loving voices of old companions. The glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew, with gentle words I courted her.

Yeah I just copied and pasted randomly. Turned out nicely I think.

Answer 4

You see the crazy gypsy in my soul. The cold remains of what began with a passionate start like fairy gifts fading away
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, and a happy daisy, in the garden path, with loving voices of old companions, and gentle words I courted her. The glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew, each virtue most rare her soul possesses. And autumn leaves lie thick and still, to the sounds of her struggling against her will.

Answer 5

(7)With gentle words I courted her. Or so I thought. Lou, that's my best friend, said that maybe I shouldn't have opened with "Hey sugar t***, ya want a beer?".

Oh yes, my mother always said that I should always listen to the (6) Loving voices of old companions. Well Lou is about as dumb as dirt so I don't pay to much heed to what he says. 'specially when he starts popping off with weird stuff like (2) "The cold remains of what began with a passionate start". WTF!?

Anyway, since the sugar t** thing didn't work so well, I figured I'd try something different. So I invited her back to my trailer for a fine time. I told her about my yard. About my lawn art. (5) A happy daisy in the garden path, will help cover up the empty beer cans that decorate my yard. Along with the gnomes, I think that's what they're called, but they're more (3) like fairy gifts fading away since my neighbor shot most of them up.

Anyway, we had a pretty good time even though she drank up all my beer and puked in the sink. I did get a little nervous when, just before she hurled, she said (1) "You see the crazy gypsy in my soul?". I don't know about her soul, but I did check to see if my wallet was still in my jeans. Seeing that it was still there, I didn't give too much truck to her telling me that (9) "Each virtue most rare her soul possesses". I ain't gonna worry about that seein' as how I don't have any virtues, let alone rare ones, for her to possess.

The next morning we woke and observed the magic of the fall season. The air was cool (10) and autumn leaves lie thick and still. Which was a good thing because that '56 Dodge in the front yard looks pretty bad since it fell off the blocks last year.

Later Lou came by and asked if (4) the heart that has truly loved, never forgets? I can't say too much about my heart, but I can say that one part of me will remember her fondly.

Now If I could just find my wallet..........

Answer 6

X 1. You see the crazy gypsy in my soul.
X 2. The cold remains of what began with a passionate start
X 3. Like fairy gifts fading away
X 4. The heart that has truly loved never forgets
X 5. A happy daisy, in the garden path
X 6. Loving voices of old companions
X 7. With gentle words I courted her
X 8. The glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew
X 9. Each virtue most rare her soul possesses
X 10. And autumn leaves lie thick and still


I miss the Earth sometimes, the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew, and autumn leaves lie thick and still. The heart that has truly loved never forgets, and I'd never forget the planet of my birth and youth. Here, a happy daisy, in the garden path, there the loving voices of old companions.

I picture a face before me, the face of my former best beloved Traci Sinclair. Each virtue most rare her soul possesses, except maybe forgiveness. With gentle words I courted her, and with violent action I set our divorce in motion.

I was getting maudlin, space-happy. I hear that it happens to all of us. Luckily, the threat board alarm sounded. "Two ships, eight missiles, projectiles incoming," said the threat board.

I sighed, and gave the commands to send twelve of my missiles on their way. Like fairy gifts fading away, the missiles faded into the darkness of space, to deliver my kiss to my enemies.

Not long after, the debris of the battle drifted past, the cold remains of what began with a passionate start.

In my young adulthood, I spent a good long time wandering. Even now, you see the crazy gypsy in my soul. The mothership, the Alice, loomed before me as I maneuvered toward the grappler. In my spare time, maybe, I'd paint a motto on the nose of my fighter. "We live and die for those we love." I remember seeing it painted on a wall, some time in my youth, but the words had been curiously organized so it looked like it was saying "We live for those we love and die." A smile curved my lips. Yes, that appealed to my sense of humor.

Edit:
I like my story... and I like Scotty's just as much. Hm. I must try harder next time!

Answer 7

yes