Author: rugby843

Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing anything about mental health, or you can try to explain why it is hard for people to understand and talk openly about this topic, or discuss any tips or techniques you have for managing stress, anxiety, and burnout, or you could write about any one of the more than 200 types of mental disorders, like depression, anxiety and schizophrenia, or discuss if you know someone that is suffering from a mental issue, or you can go with anything else that you think would fit.  

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Anxiety

twisting thoughts abound

encircling troubled brain

around and around

confusion as movement seen

though never stops, seen clearly

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What a great word that fits right into my happy birthday event this week! My daughter took me to South Denver to the Park Meadows Mall to meet my grandson and his three month old son. Only seven pounds still, he is perfect! He grabbed my fingers and being smiley and sweet. I held him for a bit and he was very animated whereas the first two months he was gathering strength and sleeping a lot. I love babies and holding those tiny hands was a great birthday gift!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 13, 2025

Crying sobs echo through the hall

Jacob is sorely missed by all

Accident prone

Died alone

While looking for that damn baseball.

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W3 Prompt #176: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Rusted, broken, strings missing, all artfully displayed in their den room. Dusty was a guitar lover and professional player. This is an artistic display for the music room, made by his wife Shannon. Unfortunately Dusty also had a drinking problem that was his demise at the age of thirty five. His family, friends and fans visit this room rarely but Shannon keeps it dust free. She sometimes listens to his recordings while relaxing in this room.

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12 September 2025

golden acorns waiting there

squirrels running for the treat

gathering for winter’s lunch

crunchy autumn love

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#Easy Peasy Writes – 9/10/25

hearing

the cage door snap

but the cheese, oh the cheese

found his long tail caught in a trap

‘twas greed

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 17: TRAP is your inspiration.

If writing can make you in the moment, in the character’s shoes, even a paragraph is worth reading. Similarly if music moves you to move, it too is a listeners dream. But art, combines all. Seeing a painting on the wall and you are mesmerized and wonder about the artist’s intent, what story they are telling, or touching a sculpture, or feeling the cracks or bumps in a piece of pottery, admiring color choices and textures, can bring you closer to the artist.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #398

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Can You Tell A Story In…

My thoughts are clouded by tears because I still can’t look at photos or videos etc of that day. We got up fairly early, living in Houston in an apartment. We had to take our shitzu into the vet so we were getting ready, and I sat down on the bed and turned on the news. What I saw was incredible. I told my husband that can’t be an error, there’s another one crashing into a building! After that the sickening sounds I’ll never forget of bodies landing on the pavement as people tried to escape out their windows. I have not even seen the memorial. I’m too old and too emotional to relive it. My oldest son lived in NYC at that time and of course we were worried about him but heard from him soon. So, no I try not to think too much about it. The way Trump is going I wouldn’t be shocked again by such an event occurring.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: September 11, 2025

It had come down to this, she thought, sadly surveying what used to be their home. Not the entire city of course, but a lovely apartment with a rooftop garden, right up there, as Susan pointed out for her husband Charlie, whose eyesight was going. And it wasn’t so long ago, either, just three years. She chided herself for her lackadaisical attitude back then.

She and Charlie had a perfect life, before, and why to heaven they were so satisfied to just sit back and ignore what was happening, she shook her head. We just turned on the Hallmark channel loud enough to deafen the protests happening beneath us. When they finally decided to face the news and actually saw faces of their old neighbors marching, it was too late. The devastation of democracy was in full swing. Later they heard bombs, and were petrified.

Charlie had a nephew Joe, who lived in the country. They packed a few essentials and decided to walk the few miles to the nephew’s home. Communications had been wiped out in the city so they hoped to find a welcoming solace with Joe and his family.

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Weekly Writing Prompt