Six Sentence Story

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Nervously handling the red velvet box in his jacket pocket, Joe started to sweat. It was 16f degrees outside and the drops were freezing on his forehead. The driver of the carriage and the decked out horses were getting impatient. Joe stepped down and made his way to Lisa’s front door. Anxious siblings peeked out the window as their sister answered the door. It was time for Joe to ask the big question.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

The Sunday Whirl

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Vibrating strings of the violin sent a spirit of holiday cheer into her heart. All of the greed and despair of last Christmas season seemed to walk away when listening to joyful carols playing in the loudspeakers. Maybe the presence of calm was a soothing response to past earth calamities – a peaceful offering from the universe.

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Wordle 732

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

SYW November 2017

Wind here blew my daughter’s power out and some poor souls are moving today! It’s supposed to be 59degrees F but are you kidding? I turned the heat on, lit candles and put on three layers plus a scarf.

The ladies are supposed to go out this afternoon but we’ll see if we don’t get blown away first. Ceenphotography.com has once again favored us with her Share Your World post, so jump in, the waters fine (assuming you live in Hawaii)

1. I never cheated in school or games, etc. When little I was petrified I would be caught doing something wrong and it never occurred to me to cheat. My grandkids think it’s funny I don’t cheat in games and I don’t tolerate it. What’s the point? It’s a game!

2. All of it. Trees and flowers especially. Clear lakes, mountains–exceptional beauty. Wonderful.

3. When I travel, I like to meet the real people. I would love to visit rural China to see how the people live, same for New Zealand, Africa, everywhere.

4. Inspiration this week is my oldest granddaughter. Last Christmas break she had her hips operated on, one at a time. This is a picture of her when we baked and decorated cookies. She was in constant pain but never complained. This year she’s back playing basketball and soccer again. I asked if it was painful and she said “not as long as I don’t fall down”. 😳😫😂She’s an aggressive player like the rest of the family, and studying to be a doctor. No keeping her down!

http://ceenphotography.com/2017/11/20/share-your-world-november-20-2017/

SoCS 11-15-25

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It was a joyful sunny day today because the temp went up to 66F and warmer! The wind took a break and just a nice breeze was fluffing up my hairdo. If you live in Cheyenne you don’t spend a lot of time coiffing your hair. The wind doesn’t change and just laughs at you. The little cute tree that still held its orange leaves last week is losing them. My family is in SD again this weekend so I’ll be watching some Christmas movies to pass the time. Have a great fun time yourself!

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Tanka Tuesday

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I am choosing Sandman’s Magic, the middle card, with an American Cinquain, 2,4,6,8,2 syllable lines:

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sparkling

magical sand

nightmares flee the child’s mind

only happy images seen

sandman

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And the first card, “Seasons of Enchantment” with a tanka: 3,5,3,5,5 syllable lines:

small girl’s dream

unicorn fancy

sweet tableau

beauty everywhere

in surrounding scape

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TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 38, Visualize Your Joy, 11/11/25

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W3 – 11-12-25

II. Shaun’s prompt guidelines

I’m generally a rhymer having long been a lyricist but do like experimentation too. In these busy times I’m also a fan of brevity. So for today’s prompt let’s try a poem that utilises internal rhyme where possible and keep the length between 8 and 16 lines.

Below is a helpful guide exploring different types of internal rhyme — feel free to use any (or several!) in your poem.

 What is Internal Rhyme?

Internal rhyme is a rich poetic device that creates musicality within a line or across lines. Here are several types, with clear explanations and examples:

1. same-Line Internal Rhyme

Definition:
Rhyme occurs within a single line.

Example:
I went to town to buy a gown.
I took the car and it wasn’t far.

town / gown, car / far occur inside their own lines.

2. Middle-to-End Rhyme

Definition:
A word in the middle of the line rhymes with the end word.

 3. Multi-Word / Compound Internal Rhyme

Example (Poe, “The Raven”):
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary.

dreary (middle) → weary (end)

Definition:
A phrase or combination of syllables rhymes with another phrase or word.

Echo / Repetitive Rhyme

Definition:
Repeating similar sounds to create a musical echo (not necessarily exact rhyme).

Example:
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew. — Coleridge

blew / flew echo each other.

5. Enclosed Internal Rhyme

Definition:
Two rhyming words frame a phrase within the same line.

Example:
The sound of the hound was all around.

sound / hound frame “of the”.

 6. Chain Internal Rhyme

Definition:
A rhyme links across several lines, creating a chain.

Example:
He found the key beneath the tree,
The tree that grew by the sea,
The sea that roared with mystery.

Lkey → tree → sea → mystery
(rhyme echoes across lines)

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Jim was always slim, as he went to the gym, not on a whim – it was just “him”.

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W3 Prompt #185: Wea’ve Written Weekly

dVerse Poets Prosery


On this second Monday in November, when the weather is becoming colder and we are already pre-empting winter, at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing Prosery, the very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story with a beginning, middle and end. It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit. You must use the lines in their original order, however you may play with the punctuation so that your prose makes sense.
I have chosen the following lines to include in your prose:
“Not yesterday I learned to know
     The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow”

Here’s how to take part in Prosery:
Write a piece of flash fiction (NOT a poem) of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones. 
Post your Prosery on your blog and link back to this post.
Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy.
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James looked wistfully at the trees in the yard, wishing the autumn leaves were clinging still on the brown limbs. Autumn was his favorite season and he was grateful to live in an area where all the seasons passed. Spring was another favorite, with those tender pale green leaves slowly uncurling, it was such fun to watch how nature creates. Now he sadly watched the leaves turn brown and black, falling and then be unceremoniously swept into black bags. But ever vigilant, the changes could heal – not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow. The cycle would repeat as ever and he looked forward to the frosty windows and snowflake beauty. Every season has its own beautiful quality. He sat back in his favorite chair, stirred the fireplace logs, and said goodbye to autumn.

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Prosery: My November Guest