Dragged, damp, dirty, discouraged, disillusioned, disgusted, dispirited, diligent, dutiful.
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No Theme Thursday: 04/25/24
Dragged, damp, dirty, discouraged, disillusioned, disgusted, dispirited, diligent, dutiful.
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No Theme Thursday: 04/25/24
He wore Asian suits
And Italian boots
Handmade hats
Fancy cravats
It was impressing
His style of dressing
Clothes he would choose
Offered a ruse
A seduction of sorts
To hide his warts
For under the sheen
His skin was green
‘Cause a pond lifestyle
Made the women rile.
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — April 26th
Approximately 21,560 new cases of esophageal cancer ― 17,030 in men and 4,530 in women ― will be diagnosed in the U.S.
Trump and his crew enter the courtroom. Several followers line up behind them. The authority stops them and says: Show me your IDs. They answer: IDs? IDs? We don’t need no stinkin’ IDs!
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 27, 2024
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quiet crystal drops
land softly on bright blue orbs
April showers felt
hyacinth buds welcome them
celebrate part of earth day
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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 31, 4/23/24, Part I, Grain Rain (April 19 – May 4) Koku 穀雨
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
As much as Tim had tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny it any longer. They were just too big! Too damn big and what was he thinking anyway? She’d never go for a guy with big feet! She was a delicate small dancer and he was a big oaf. This isn’t beauty and the beast he thought, there’s just no way she’ll give me a second look. At that moment, Miss Julie Davenport walked up to him and asked him to dance. He was at the Sadie Hawkins dance at the local high school and standing on the side with a bunch of other boys. When Julie approached Tim, he thought he might faint. Maybe fairytales are true, he thought, as he took her hand.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #146
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MLMM Wordle #369
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: TONIC
I think it was the tonic, my mind’s gone supersonic. Or maybe ‘twas the shaman’s brew; I only drank one or two. Promises of a cure for stress, ‘cause my life has been a mess, I went into a shaman’s tent, where all my troubles I did vent. I was served drinks to cure my ills which provided me with curious chills. Then my body was moving wildly, no longer sad and sitting idly, started jouncing and couldn’t stop, but the sadness, it did stop. Now I’m finally at my ease, don’t know about their expertise, but all the melancholy gone, no longer feel so withdrawn. You never know what makes a cure, the shaman’s drink may not endure, but for now a normal life’s secured.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
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