No Theme Thursday

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Off again to answer the quest
A midnight warrior never rests 
A false king needs to be revealed
And I am the one his fate to seal
Never seeking another night
Where I’m called to stop a fight 
Of good versus evil or save the day 
In my daily life I can look away
Darkness comes and my spirit soars
A calling to me to stop the wars
End the suffering of the oppressed
It is my duty and I’ll do my best.

Dragged, damp, dirty, discouraged, disillusioned, disgusted, dispirited, diligent, dutiful.

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No Theme Thursday: 04/25/24

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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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

Writer’s Workshop

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My first time speaking in front of more than a few people was giving the opening speech at the State PTA annual convention. Of course I was nervous but I was proud to hold the office since I had started out as a member parent and worked myself up with different jobs I considered worthy and an honor. I believe the PTAs and PTOs do great work in our schools and deserve to be recognized as an important part of the education system.

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Fandango’s Story Starter

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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

Six Sentence Story – Cured?

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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!