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Get to Know You #80!
For Friday Faithfuls this week we are diving into Egypt, and you can write about the Nile River, or crocodiles, the pyramids and pharaohs, hieroglyphics, mummies and their curses, and since Egyptians worshiped cats, you can give your opinion about whether cats are conspiring to take over the world, or you can write about anything else that you feel fits.
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had my time, ruling
tried my best, parents fooling
now seen at my worst
my observers think they’re cursed
all false prayers seem rehearsed
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dried up, wrinkled here
opened tombs always cause fear
desecration done
no longer I am the one
gravesites should not be undone
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King Tut
offers of choices
are these the roads less traveled
famous poets wrote
I deny the first straight one
seeking secreted venues
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Photo Challenge #204
“Put your arm around me, you twit! This is supposed to be a romantic scene, and you’re just standing there like your last knave just died! I said, put your arm around me, at least try to appear interested!”
Faking attempt at affection, the actor half heartedly drooped his arm over her shoulder. She was such a bitch and he only had two more nights of this hell with her. Then he could pursue his dream, playing Hamlet off Broadway. The only reason he had that opportunity was putting up with this role for a few weeks. “When I act as Hamlet, people will see me for my true acting ability.” He nudged the actress, almost pushing her into the rail.
“Watch it, you oaf, two more nights and I’ll be done with you, if you live that long.” She had put up with his overacting, forgetting lines and general awkwardness for six weeks, only two days to go. Surely her experience and reputation could last a while longer. She purposely stepped on his foot, hard. He uttered a protest.
Projecting her voice to the audience, she smiled and spoke with her best English accent, “My lord, surely you jest?”
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/03/19/sunday-photo-fiction-march-19th-2017/
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — March 6th
Joe adored the boss’s secretary, but had a hard time getting up the courage to ask her out. Many times he visualized asking her and then his confidence would fail. The cafeteria was on the building’s ground floor and surrounded by glass walls, and open to the public. He knew she had lunch there practically every day. Joe thought he might “accidentally” run into her there. His mind knew he could do it, meet her face to face, and strike up a conversation. However his legs seemed to decide they wouldn’t take him there, turning to jelly when near her.
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6 March 2026
walking through the strewn path
crunching leaves, my unintended wrath
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colors bright or even fading
green fronds above remain shading
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stepping through the loud leaves
sustenance the soil receives
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all the brightness may lessen
soon snow will be the dressing
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autumn leaves I do adore
even resting on forest floors
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although, I look forward to the glow
of white soft blankets of drifted snow
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MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme
tiny toes
fitting ballet shoes
this her dream
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lessons tried
failure from teacher
too wild
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imagine
her dance from dreaming
tutu soars
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Writing Prompts
See you later
Bring the letter
Later?
Letter came early
Early?
The later letter came early
Early, the later letter?
Yes, the second letter
The latest letter
Yes.
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**I have no idea if this is correct
W3 Prompt #201: Wea’ve Written Weekly
oil back in the teens
wars of the world reasoning
everyone needs it
manic in the seventies
fight over oil never ends
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – March 3, 2026
The Bag Lady 
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