Author: rugby843

Cats had never been my perfect idea of a gift, even though I have wrapped a tiny one in a box as a birthday present. I refrain from divulging secrets related to that cute kitten who grew to be an overly demonstrative cat.

Meanwhile I was mindlessly dancing through the corridor to the living room. Granted it was my fault, turning around and waving my arms to the music. I had filled the room with candlelight to surprise my husband with my latest lingerie fashion statement. The swift movements I made accidentally knocked over two candles and that is what started the fiery flames. If I hadn’t stayed to save the cat, the room’s debris of ashes would have been less. Instead of trying to stop the fire I searched for the cat which I had grown to love.

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Wordle 630

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Welcome to the Saturday Mix – No Nonsense, 25 November 2023!
You will be given a nonsensical, made-up word. You will need to come up with your own definition and use it creatively and in context, in your response. It is your choice whether you write using poetry or prose.

Your nonsense word this week is: “phicating“. Remember, define it; use it! Phicating- obsessing on Phil.

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She tried to stop looking, couldn’t. She tried to stop following, couldn’t do that either. It was if she was in a trance and wondered if Phil had put a curse on her. Every minute of every day she thought of him, wanted to be where he was, be close. Phil seemed oblivious to his admirer, or was he? Every once in a while he would look over his shoulder and smile.😧

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No Nonsense – Saturday Mix, 25 November 2023

Weekend Writing Prompt #339 – Cottage

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

James had it all, but still, it was not enough. Sure, the fancy car, money to spend freely, nice home on the beach, but felt always something was missing. Feeling that for a few years, he finally decided he did have enough, he was his own person, owing to no one.

He gathered his beach chair, ice chest of beer and a towel to sit and admire the sunset as he did every night. His thoughts wouldn’t leave him alone and he frowned, trying to accept what he earlier thought.

A woman appeared a ways down the shore, walking into the surf and he noticed she was fully dressed. Curious, he just sat there watching. She stepped further into the water and he stood up thinking maybe she was doing something dangerous. He walked slowly towards her and then ran as her body finally disappeared completely in the waves. James reached and pulled at her and then she was limp in his arms. He carried her out and laid her down on the sand, felt for a pulse. It was weak, but there. He turned her until she coughed up the swallowed water. Then she seemed to wake and realize where she was.

James recoiled as her arms flew around him and whispered “thank you” over and over. He then accepted her embrace and told her she would be okay.

That was the night James realized he did need more in his life.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/11/21/fandangos-story-starter-124/

http://christinebialczak.com/2023/11/21/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-11-21-2023/

Your syllabic poetry writing invitation is to choose a kigo word or phrase from the seasonal kigo list on the post, or you can choose from the winter category (world kigo database) on the kigo word list links below. Share your kigo word on your post. If you write freestyle poetry, you must share a syllabic form, that includes a kigo word. You must use one kigo word or phrase in your syllabic poem.

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first frosty snowfall

it’s the twilight of the year

humbled leaves scatter

icy pools shine in cold rain

winter starts its festival

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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 9, 11/21/23, Light Snow (November 22 – December 6) Shosetsu 小雪 & Fine Weather: Shoman 小満 Southern Hemisphere

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 24th

Happy Holidays🥰

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 25, 2023

Weather outside delightful

Drivers probably spiteful

Winter is here and snow has sifted

Over the sidewalks and bushes drifted

13F degrees—I’ve donned the fuzzled

Cozy fleece pants and sweater all snuggled

With holidays I hold dear

It is favorite time of year

For company and laughter’s always near

A perfect “after Thanksgiving” day

Cold winds blow, even small trees sway

To the chilled music of the season

Icy refrains make all a believer

Mother Nature’s rested a few autumn days

Now it’s time to show off her powerful ways

White and fluffy shown on each bower

When snow plops down surrounding each flower.

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