The Bag Lady

Autumn leaves crowded the forest floor, and as we walked along, we could hear crunching sounds as “the dead were settling in under their mud roof, and something was shuffling overhead”. The trees were thick in this section of the woods and we expected some small critters were around, but above us? It was almost frightening and we dared each other to look up. A baby raccoon and his mother were sitting on the maple tree branch and looked more scared than we were. Raccoons usually come out at night, but this densely packed woodland area was hidden from the sun in late afternoon. We hurriedly left them, not wanting to scare them away. I think they climbed up when hearing us approach.

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Prosery:  Something shuffling overhead

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It was Joe’s charm that he used and carry on, settle in with, as a habit he developed and thought a thorough solution to his life problems. He could cast himself as the loser in a fist fight, amuse his opponents in any contest, and chart his mistakes in his mind. Joe was wary his memory might not serve him well as he aged, but knew the friends he made with this attitude would last.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #498

Here are this week’s questions:

1.  What is your favourite season?Autumn🍁

2.  Would you like to live by the seaside or in the country? Country

3.  When was the last time you used the bus? A few years ago

4.  If you took a walk, would it be in the woods, to the shops, walk the dog, to a park, or somewhere else? The woods, definitely 🌲🌳

Gratitude: I am grateful to myself, weird, eh? But I finally spoke up instead of suffering in silence.

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Share Your World: 12th October 2026

Joe really wanted to be hip

Grew a mustache over his lip

The attempt was futile

Hair grew over a mile

The worst was, couldn’t see his smile

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

It’s near time for witches and brooms

Specters and ghosts start filling the room

Is it a curse from too many books

Reading and thinking of October spooks?

Well if it is then watch out

I love what Halloween’s all about!

🎃💀👻🎃🫣🙄😧🫨🫢😲😵‍💫☠️🎃

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Ghuttan, a perfect word for the feelings I have

It’s not that I’m completely sad

But breath taken in seems short and fumbled

Every news article is rumbled

When will it stop, this frustration

When will it stop, refresh our nation

Leaders here are unconscionable

Walking streets is unreliable

Safety gone along with compassion

When will it stop, this frustration?

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W3 Prompt #232: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Guess you might call it machismo, the way men seem to know every gizmo.
Be it for their car or motorbike, they always seem to strike
Up a conversation about it
Some of their knowledge, they even tout it:
“Well of course I can help you, without a doubt”, and then they proceed to tell you all about
Whatever the heck it is and you tire
They of course want you to admire
Their abilities and skills
And I have to admit
I do, every bit.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #489 – Gizmo

When getting older

Some may say it bolder

“That sounds familiar”

Reminding of no filters

Memory falters making

Stories may have some faking

But think like this

Someday you will miss

Some old facts

In remembering old acts.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 10, 2026

Daily Post Prompt: Argument

Formerly known as: My Way or the Highway

I enjoy a good, friendly argument. Unfortunately, I have a tendency to be “Johnny on the Spot” when I think I know about something, quickly open my mouth, and out it comes, my opinion. Growing up in my family everything was either black or white, no in-between. It took a lot of experience to realize there are many colors in the world which make life interesting. If mom found us kids arguing, she never wanted to hear excuses.  We were wrong, no matter who “started it”, and she got after us both. If you hesitated to explain, you were sent to the yard to get a switch.  A reasonable explanation for this is she didn’t have the time to listen to us fighting over who did what or why. Since my dad was the head of the household in every respect, none of our family members argued. There was no talking back unless you were extremely brave, or foolish and wanted to suffer the consequences. He liked to argue with others, but not the immediate family.

I prefer calling it a discussion. I enjoy listening to people and hearing what they think on all types of matters.  

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