He thinks it’s only a trick. I think I’ll teach him a lesson.
“Wanna see me pull a rabbit out of my hat?” The magician tiredly reveals the empty hat. The rabbit is not in the secret box, he left the stage.
What goes around comes around.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
ML:
clumsy error
we broke the tiny saw blade
pumpkin carving blues
resolute autumn fervor
pumpkin finger painting instead
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CW:
a slip of the knife
turned a frown to a huge smile
Halloween goblins
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ML:
ripening gourds
seeds ready for roasting
plentiful harvest
last-minute costume ideas
warts for witches’ noses
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CW:
crunchy salty treats
pumpkin seeds at the ready
cleaning, washing done
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ML:
fireside marshmallows
melting onto graham crackers
season of the s’more
cheery trick-or-treaters
like king-size candy bars best
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CW:
gooey extra sweet
toothbrushes before their bed
this night treats abound
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 36, Tan-Ku, 10/28/25
School Shooting
This is no trick or treat
that is not what’s moving these small feet,
it’s grief, it’s thinking hard
on all of the friends they’ve lost in the schoolyard.
The faces are solemn,
their hearts cry out.
They cannot even imagine what this is all about.
Even the parents look subdued
gathering, in protests they never act rude,
the sidewalk regulars stay out-of-the-way
because maybe they didn’t have a child there that day.
A shock to these parents and children alike.
They do not realize the government’s spite.
To make new laws that prevent guns
In the presence of all of these little ones,
we plead, we vote, we protest and march
but all of this doesn’t move the oligarch
he cares not what happens in small towns or schools
While he secretly makes up new laws and rules.
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She pulled out her old white fur and soon found out the perfect look had succumbed to pressure. The soft bands of fox fur were compressed so badly they no longer held their shape that made the entire coat stylish. What was she to wear now on their trip to the aisle of Iceland.?
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MLMM Monday Wordle #448
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“We all go a little mad sometimes” – Norman Bates, Psycho (1960)
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It’s easy to say you’re not afraid
Even though mistakes will be made
The drum beats slowly in your head
Walking by the stones you dread
Walk or run, the beat continues
Cemeteries all hold the lives
Of evil people, now demised
Only you can hear the venue
Why, I ask, is that true?
Have evil in your heart – you?
Oh I see it, it’s through and through
The day will come, you’ll show that brew.
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Autumn
autumn rendering
undone acorns fall
to ground where other
unearthed treasures hid
myriad colors of brown bracken
now are feeding foragers
Acrostic poem using kigo words, highlighted – the first letter of each line combines to make a word related to the poem.
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Colors of Autumn
persimmon hued leaves
contrast the tree born mushrooms
each culinary offer
crimson colors bound to fade
while pale contestants shrivel
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tanka with kigo words highlighted, poem’s syllable count, 5,7,5,7,7.
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#TankaTuesday Challenge Rules
Number six, ladies and gentlemen – what should I do more often? Or in my case, do at all? Embarrassing as it is, the word exercise floats above me in a cartoon bubble. I need strength training for my arms and legs that have grown weak lately. One of my docs said I need cardiac rehabilitation. Sounds good to me because I do well in a group of peers trying my hardest. In fact, I’ll admit I felt great in my first rehab for a broken bone in my hip. It was 2015 and I was the youngest person there, on a rapid recovery stint. Ten years of good health and then March 2024 broke my left leg and the s—- hit the fan. All of a sudden I was weak, and scared of falling but I did rehab and came out swinging. December 6, 2024 I fell getting into a car I’ve done hundreds of times and broke my right femur and it’s taking its time healing. There’s more but I’m sure you’re bored by now. It is sufficient to say my body is saying “enough already, we’re taking a break”. I need a new rehab to motivate me.
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: October 30, 2025
Here are this week’s questions:
1. Can you remember your first wage packet? Was it cash, a cheque or paid directly into your bank account? It was a check, grabbed by my dad and I never saw it again.
2. Do you prefer to shop with cash or card? I wish cash but now some places don’t even take it!
3. Do you know the price of half a dozen eggs? Yes, since that’s what I usually get. $1.13
4. Have you ever kept chickens? No, my sister did and hated it!
Gratitude: I can honestly say as my grandson showed me a photo of him and my great grandson, about six months old, I can’t complain about anything, I’m in love❤️❤️
Still on Top of the Dirt
Laugh at me, if you think you must
I can brush off this paltry dust
But you will always remain
In a cell ‘cause you’re insane
Trying to bury me went bust.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
Sadly we have no more children visiting on Halloween night. A tradition that failed from fear, I think. I miss the little ones the most!
Giggles and oohahs fill the streets
With tapping boots from tiny feet
Little ghosts dressed in holey sheets
Large bags or baskets to hold treats
Halloween goblins need to eat.
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A quintilla poetry form, five lines, eight syllables per line
Haibun Monday 10-27-25: Halloween
The Bag Lady 
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