

In the mist of morn
Tiny spheres adorn
Tis lights
Cutie bulbs are worn
Illumined sights shown
Bedight
Subtle morning born
Misty clouds are shorn
Delight
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 70, The Lai 6/23/26


In the mist of morn
Tiny spheres adorn
Tis lights
Cutie bulbs are worn
Illumined sights shown
Bedight
Subtle morning born
Misty clouds are shorn
Delight
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 70, The Lai 6/23/26

The doorknob was slick and my hand slipped off at first. Because it was dark, I couldn’t see what the substance was. All of a sudden my mind went to the worst – blood! It must be blood, just like the movie my brother and I just saw! “Oh my god”, I shouted, “John, are you in there? Are you all right?” I started to feel nauseous as I put my hand to my nose to smell the substance. I know, stupid, right, but it’s what they do! So I slowly lifted my hand up and smelled a familiar smell, not blood, it was Vaporub! “John, you little creep, wait till I get in there!”
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Fandango’s Story Starter #252

He was only one called a few times years before, saving structures was his specialty. Then as the climate began to change the entire office seemed busy with calls for help. They were a unique business, and their secrets were never told by the ones they aided. Their work was usually done in the black of night, with only an occasional owl as witness. Fred, in charge of floods, was here this evening to save as many homes and families as he could. His partner in this section of the business was Flora who was the people helper. Together they saved as many homes as they could during flood season.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 06/23/2026

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Share your World 22nd June 2026

Julie turned her shoulder away from Joe. She felt betrayed by his lack of pride for her completing the task. So many steps she had climbed to join in and share his friend’s activities. Where was the care and pleasure of sharing her feelings of accomplishment? Was he hiding envy? She missed his usual kind demeanor.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #482

He changed his mind
Not yet the time
He’d try again
Save this for the end
Deciding his fate
A wave too late
Returned to the beach
Back into the breach.
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This is a story of a man who was trying to swim out and drown himself. These days some times it’s hard to face the reality of life. He’s going to try.
Or:
Chilly waters
Waves too strong
Joe tried his best to go along
Everyone else had swimming skills
Joe did not, envied Bill
The girls all thought he was all right
But Joe just could not shake his fright
Then Joe spotted a shark, turns out Joe was wise.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Beach

He stood mesmerized on the main
Apparently waiting for the train
He was tight lipped
When he fell and slipped
Nothing about him did remain.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

I have just started reading another book by Jack Carr, “Cry Havoc”.


It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (June 22, 2026) 📚📚



The sign was tattered, worn and smudged but it was read anyway. It brought hope, it brought a future that was unavailable where they came from. It was a promise and now that promise is like the sign, worn out and the words definitely smudged. The meaning of such a welcome has lost its luster.
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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #378
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