Sliding Down A Rainbow...A Colorful View of Life and Beyond

My two favorite colors of the rainbow are gold and leprechaun. 11 I establish my covenant with you: Never again will all life be cut off by the waters of a flood; never again will .. important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow. Beautiful picture one of my friends posted.
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Yes, a rainbow occurs when light passes through water droplets in the atmosphere , and the bending of light results in the familiar arc-shaped spectrum. But there's a lot more to know -- keep reading for a list of seven fascinating facts about rainbows. Rainbows are rarely seen at noon. Rainbows are more common in mornings and evenings. To form a rainbow, sunlight needs to strike a raindrop at around 42 degrees. That's unlikely to happen if the sun is higher than 42 degrees in the sky , according to the website of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration NOAA.

Rainbow over St Paul's Cathedral and the city of London. But rainbows that do appear after dark are called moonbows. That makes sense, because the light rays being bent come from reflections off the moon instead of directly from the sun. Not proper I think and then it slips out. The pre workup here is imaginative, done with much grace and finesse. The reflective point of a rainbow maintains a constant distance. It had been a long time. I looked at her. She looked at me. I felt uncomfortable under her stare, and began to wonder if I was blinking too much or not enough, and oh why oh why am I worried about something as silly as that.

She was my best friend since 8th grade. We both had some bad break ups. Obviously, everything was awkward. I shrugged it off. It was the first morning in a couple of weeks that it was even warm enough and dry enough to go outside. I ran after her, and as we chased the rainbow, I began to focus more on her than the rainbow. Her movements, the way her hair bounced with a life of their own as tangled strands of her brown hair caught the life and glimmered in a deep red. She laughed, and walked up to me. Her green eyes twinkled, and her smile warmed my heart.

I kissed her suddenly. At first she jumped in surprise, but then she sighed deeply, and hugged me close. The passion grew, and the kiss stretched into infinity as we connected on a level I never anticipated. There have been several stories this week, including this one, that have made me smile and rejoice in the power of love. We all need a reminder, I believe, of what is truly golden.

It certainly seems like it to me. Trying to get back into writing more consistently. Felt like this prompt was framed for love, and I went with it. After all, James, just call me Jimmy, Preston had given me a chance and a job after my divorce. Remember my granddaughter Kat? This has been my office for seven years, ever since Jimmy retired and named me manager.

Can you believe it? Gotta go, must call Mummy. I had to think. So, what do you think? Maybe you can give that some thought tonight, see if you can plan the absolutely, undetectable, perfect homicide. By the way your dialogue is right on. This is a cool story. If that works, then I think Margo would be okay working there. My curiosity is aroused. What will the thinker, Margo do?? Nice banter and story, Reatha.

I like the byplay between your wizened and seasoned pro, and the noob. Let me know when they get to that dinner party. That could be a lot of fun. He really needs a new truck , I think to myself as Duke plows his way through the mud and thickets. It had just rained, and the humidity sticks to us like cling wrap. He floors the pedal, mud spits out the rear, and I can feel my brains turning to mush.

He puts the car in park and unbuckles himself in one fluid motion, hopping over the door, and running toward where he thinks is the pot of gold. I take a minute to give my heart a chance to stop freaking out and my bowels to solidify once again before dropping into a puddle underneath me. I sigh, roll my eyes, and trudge to him.

The closer I get, the more I notice a gleaming, a sharp glow, reflecting off his face. I squint to try to see past him. The rainbow ends in a spray of kaleidescopic droplets, each one a distinct color and hanging in the air like lost secrets. In the very center of the clearing is a pot, a cauldron, and a little man in a green jacket, smart boots, and a hat with a feather. I only assumed he is a leprechaun. Cahm getcher gold, if gold be so yer desire. Duke steps into the clearing, and the leprechaun points to me and motions for me to join. I feel a churning in my gut, a stirring, a wishy-washiness.

The leprechaun pinches his thumb and forefinger together, and my lips close tightly. My left foot moves toward the leprechaun. Duke strides alongside, his eyes growing larger and larger as we approach the pot. A shadow moves to cloak me, and the light from the opening in the clearing begins to fade.

I see a shimmering. I can only see him, his mangled fangs and cracking knuckles. The world around me is shrouded in smoke and my fingers and toes are tingling.

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I need to get it back. He winks at me, and I can see Duke sinking his hands into the gold and shoving shekels upon shekels into his pockets. Each time he digs his hands in, his skin grows a little paler, his eyes a little less blue, and a glowing wisp of ether is dragged back into the cauldron. Soon, the pot is drained, and Duke sits back on his haunches with gold scattered around his feet. Then, he rolls onto the ground laughing. One by one the gold coins fizzle into smoke, and Duke begins sobbing into his hands. That implied backstory still has me thinking, and I can almost see the future for both guys.

Thank you for sharing this. I agree with Reatha, I fell right into the story Exciting, temptation, moralistic, dangerous , greed, perhaps malace from the leprechaun. Jenna and I went for a walk to check out the latest double rainbow over the plains of Colorado. We kept up a good pace and kept walking and talking. After about 45 minutes, the light around us started to turn all different colors. We were close to the rainbow! The shadows around us were in the colors of the spectrum, not the normal gray. It was very fun and exciting to have these very colorful and magical shadows around us.

We started laughing and jumping around, as we felt more joyous and light hearted than we had on the trip across the plains. We backed up a ways to see which direction the rainbox flowed and then headed there. We rushed back into the rainbow and were lifted up again.

We ran towards the end of the rainbow, holding hands, and laughing at the tops of our lungs. The closer we got to the end of the rainbow, the bouncier our steps became. It was almost as if we were barely touching the grass with our feet. Almost like the astronauts when they were on the moon.

There was not a pot of gold, but a house. Not just any house, but if felt like a home. We both felt very comfortable when we reached it.

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Jenna was telling me about dark purple paint with corresponding dark orange trim. I looked at her like she was crazy or had two heads. It was a dark red brick house with a peaked roof. A short white picket fence surrounded it. There was smoke coming out of the chimney. When I told her what I saw, she looked at me with the same look!

We both laughed at the differences. Then, when we walked into the yard, all the dogs and cats we had and has passed awy came running out of the home to greet us. Dogs I had when I was a child were there, as well as the cat that Jenna had when she lived on her own. Happy tears poured down our cheeks at seeing our dearly departed pets. We played and laughed with our pets for hours.

Throwing balls to the dogs across the yard and flipping feather cat toys for the cats. Feeding them treats and sitting and watching them be animals. As the sun slowly started to set behind us, we knew we had to leave; we dreaded it. All of our pets came back to us and surrounded us, pressing themselves against our legs as if to tell us good-bye. You must love them a lot to write about you pets whe passed ahead of you. Some people are animal people and you must be one of them to write with that much love.

Hi Kerry, I do love my two dogs that have passed away most recently. He was a feisty little Rat Terrier. I held him in my arms until the very end. He died of kidney failure. Jenna is my adult daughter. She loved that dog, as well. At nineteen I committed my first crime. In my defense, it was because of my long dead grandfather and his stories. Grandpa always told the story in the most intimate of terms. He spoke of the colors flowing seamlessly across his batwing chaps with unconcealed yearning. His eyes would soften under his wind leathered brow, and his lips would curve in a genuine smile.

Even at the end of his life, when most of his emotions were fading, the memory of riding through a rainbow never failed to draw a response out of him. Sometimes it was pleasure, and sometimes it was pain. So you can see, when Amy Joe and I saw a rainbow that had to be touching the ground out in the middle of that field, how could I not trespass?

We were driving through the middle of B. No one was going to know or care if we hopped the fence.

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Leaving the truck on the side of Highway , we picked our way through the cat-claw cacti until we could see the rainbow proper. Amy Joe drew in a sharp breath of surprise at the sight. I could see the colors hanging in the air. The rainbow end faded into a swirl of loose sand. My arms were bathed in reds, blues, pinks, oranges, and yellows. Each handful of sand I removed brought a kaleidoscope of colors swirling away. Amy Joe was beside me, caught up in my excitement. We dug while the rainbow started to fade with the shifting sun. We sat back and stared at each other. She looked like a fallen angel: Far too soon her normal skin tone returned, leaving only the surreal memory.

For a few moments I had experienced the same awestruck wonder my grandpa had had so long ago. My soul ached to see it again, though in my heart I knew it was a once in a lifetime experience. I think it would be alright to, in honor of your grandfather. I used to chase rainbows as a teenager in my boat through Biscayne Bay. I gave it up after awhile and started chasing water spouts. My boat was 16 feet long powered by a 14 hiorsepower Evinrude outboard motor. I loved your story especially with a marvelous sentence….

What if the legend is true? What if there really is a pot of gold? He had always wanted to have a house by the beach so … if we do find a pot of gold, I can finally fulfill his wish. What are you going to do with your half? We can travel to Italy together! I nodded silently, trying my best to ignore this dull pain within me. Come on Angie, you are better than this. Emma and I were reaching the top and with one swift step, we reached the end of the rainbow.

I was taken aback. She truly believed in that pot of gold, huh? I hope Morris walks the straight path or Emma might take him for another search. She was a derelict, a virgin find unspoiled by looters, intact. She had somehow evaded the deconstructionists who would have surgically reduced her to her sellable parts with brief and apathetic efficiency. He was a big fan of Eartheology, particularly the legendary treasure hunters.

Remember the First Law of Karmody: There is no free pie. I hated the new currency of the realm. Alf and I suited up according to salvage docking protocols, and Alf handled breaching the portal. It was outfitted for a small scale colony mission. Some rich playboy or heiress had decided to populate their own moon somewhere with hand-picked friends and relatives, and all their favorite flora and fauna for a made-to-order paradise.

Destination was probably not a full class M, but a stable moon without an atmosphere, something safely sterile. It looked like they were planning to construct a subterranean sealed environment. These small-world retreat colonies were all the rage back a couple centuries ago during the Unpleasantness. And it was common then for gentleman explorers to under plan and over sell their little ventures. No one knows how many of these beautiful little vessels were lost to bad navigation or insufficient fuel or, like this one, faulty life-support, and went derelict while their passengers and crew expired in the stasis tubes.

What do you think? Look at these inscriptions. I think these are Christo-mystic. This could be…the Holy Grail. If you drink from this cup, mortal wounds will be healed and your soul will be purified. Hey, be careful with that. You know, it could even date to the period when Buddha was journeying with the Lost Tribes of Israel.


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The Holy Grail is shrouded in mystery dating back to the origins of all the major religions of Earth. This is certainly a different take for you. You slip into SyFi with beautiful ease. A classic visit, save it for the grandchildren, if you please. Oh, my, I think I just was in a totally different reality here. Could be slick from the rain. He hauled on the reins and the horse stopped obediently. His hat blew off and he found himself clinging to the side of the horse — the ground whizzing by far too close. With a death grip on the reins and the horn he managed to get upright into the saddle and then frantically maneuvered his feet to get them back into the swinging stirrups.

They emerged out of the woods onto a muddy path littered with water holes that dropped steeply causing the horses to scramble for footing. Tyler yanked on the reins hoping to slow the pinto and clamped his knees against its sides terrified of flying off over its head. Rounding an outcrop of rocks Tyler watched in horror as Harvey and his horse slid, mud and water spraying up from the desperate hooves, to the valley below where they disappeared from sight.

He sobbed out loud. Help me find Harvey. Make him be okay. This is a delight to read, a real western feel to it. I knew the ending coming but it was most pleasant to see it end this way. You obviously know horses well. I really enjoyed this take on the prompt, Critique. Watching the dirt a mere inch from my head as I clung to the belly of an unsaddled pony.

This was an amazing story. Very unique and original way to use the prompt, and friendship is greater than gold for sure. I loved this story! Gazing out into the steamy aftermath of another post-shower in Florida, I spot the most magnificent arch of colors. Ray go through my head. My childhood moment is broken as Jodi stomps her way into the patio. Jodi is my special roommate I got matched up with probably because I have an autistic sister. She seems like a little girl to me rather than a college freshman.

Chattering a mile a minute about the gold, Jodi barely can catch her breath. I was in the car with my mama heading out to buy me a dress for Easter Sunday. My mama loved Easter and wanted me to look my best at church. Back then I was different.

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Afraid to pry, I decide to let her walk in silence. The rainbow is practically gone by now with just a hint of green and purple left in the sky. Renee saw the whole thing. She was this old lady and she pulled me outta the car. Maybe I should have. I like the way that your story traveled to its conclusion, the nugget that remained after the rainbow faded. Cindy, I enjoyed your story. You did a marvelous job on your story. It flowed nicely and the dialogue which made it so special was realistic and kind.

Stanley Masters let the waning rumbles of thunder lull him into a light sleep. As he drifted off to the light pitter patter of a gentle shower on the roof, he knew the falling moisture would soon revive the bone dry pastures where the only grass that now grew, was along the banks of the meandering creek.

If he was lucky, maybe the shower would even break the blistering August heat for a day or two, making the work of mending fences slightly more bearable. At any rate, he was grateful for this rare mid-afternoon respite. Stanley was a lifelong rancher, bound to the land by a devotion eclipsed only by the love he held for his wife and children. Eventually, as they always do, his children grew. They married and moved away, to bigger and better things and interests of their own. Seemingly overnight his strong muscles had weakened, his thick dark hair had grown gray and thin, and his mind had started to forget things.

Often times, he wished he could give what was left of his old, tired life, for just a single day as a young man in his prime, surrounded by his family. It would be an equitable trade. Stanley was awakened by the presence of his wife, Mary, standing over him, but he hardly recognized her. She reached her hand out to him and smiled. Stanley rose and clasped her petite hand in his, gliding along behind her as she led him onto the front porch.

The arch seemed to begin at the precise spot where they stood and ended at a dilapidated gate just a hundred yards away. Some hope, some dream to cling to, Some rainbow in the sky, Some melody to sing to, Some service that is high. May your pockets hold always a coin or two. May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.

May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you. And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through. In age, we put out another sort of perspiration,—gout, fever, rheumatism, caprice, doubt, fretting, and avarice.

Sometimes you get a splinter sliding down a rainbow. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow


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