MLMM Wordle

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Joe was losing and now the silence of the others at the table was getting louder. It was known Joe was a fairly new player, but today his lack of money irritated the older poker lovers. They all had seen the change in him, his excited beginning and now his slow demeanor. It seemed every hand kept losing and he was running out of cash. Suddenly Joe noticed the flowers design on the playing cards. It showed a pattern in the winners’ hands. Once he figured it all out he realized losing was not his fault. He wondered who else in the group knew about it. All this time he had been cheated.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #486

dVerse Poets

For this Prosery Prompt, I’ve chosen the following line

“I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
From “Jaguar Song.” Read the entire poem here.

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Trying to sleep, I roll over, my sight turned away from the window. Closed blinds don’t keep the outside safety lighting from my room and I don’t use drapes. As a result the entire room is alight. My habit of covering my head with the covers helps me simulate darkness. The lack of light doesn’t keep my imagination from seeing it; however my mind works when it refuses to slow and let me sleep. “It” roams around, unchecked, as if to speak, “I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”. I know it’s ridiculous, at least in the daylight hours, but at night, the darkest of my day, I hear it. I’ve tried to scare it off, rising up suddenly and flipping my covers. Of course I see nothing and settle back into my cocoon, trying to think of something pleasant, and sleep.

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Prosery: Of Jaguars and the Night

The Sunday Whirl

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Follow the folklore and discover a world of adventure, was the older man’s advice. “Stories!” The pleas of his grandchildren with wonder and excitement on their faces, was always received with love. As their only grandparent, he denied them nothing. He would be at home, sitting casually, emit a fake sigh of impatience and then begin to strum his guitar. The children gathered round like little bees to a hive. The sky was the limit to grandfather’s tales of his youth.

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Wordle 766

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 18, 2026

 by Linda G. Hill 

It’s Friday! And I’m here, as always, with your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. It’s been a smoky week here in southern Ontario, as it has been for many areas around the Great Lakes. My heart, though, goes out to the communities up north who have lost everything to the fires. There are lots of charities all over North America that help the victims of wildfires; if you can, please consider donating. Here’s your prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sometimes.” Start your post with the word “sometimes.” Have fun!

After you’ve written your Saturday post tomorrow, please link it here to this week’s prompt page and check to make sure it’s here in the comments so others can find it and see your awesome Stream of Consciousness post. Anyone can join in!

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Sometimes you have to bite the bullet

Keep your mouth shut, do not respond

Sometimes you just can’t say it

And maintain the family bond.

So much busyness, so much stress

Things get personal, but don’t address.

The world condition will change soon

And still turns with sun and moon

So take a moment before you say

What you think every day.

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“Advice is a noun meaning an opinion, recommendation, or guidance offered to help someone make a decision or take action. It is distinct from advise (a verb meaning to give counsel).”

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 18, 2026