Friday Fictioneers

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“This is where we’re supposed to meet? Looks a little exposed. The target is in the high rise over there. Isn’t this a little too close?” Joe was nervous about the meet, his usual mindset. He didn’t like to be seen next to a target’s building.
“It’ll be okay, just relax!” While he was saying this, a CIA photographer was recording their movements and listening in. Suddenly Joe pulled his client into the restaurant, out of sight. “The Bob” restaurant was full and Joe thought he thwarted the CIA, but didn’t see the man staring at them from the bar.

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22 August 2025

SoCS 8-23-25

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I’m going with iPad, because I had the latest update and now everything’s blooey! Of course it couldn’t be my fault that I have to resign into WP or the fact that the annoying paragraph symbol or whatever it is shows up, divides the screen and doesn’t let me see what I’m typing…an annoyance that does not go away.

Another pad I have to use is one to cushion my sore heel. It’s been eight months of treatments and we’re finally seeing some improvement. However, it aches and I’m supposed to keep it up and have no pressure on it. Try that for just a day, such fun…And a reminder that if you or a loved one has to be in bed for a while, remember to check their feet. This could have been prevented if I’d had reliable nursing at a rehab in January. Don’t get me started on the hell hole that facility was but has the reputation of the “best in Cheyenne”. Details available if you have a need to know, I hope you never do. I guess those are the only pads I can think of unless the “pad” I live in😃

Have an excellent weekend!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 23, 2025

dVerse Poets

Norse sagas, Latin and Medieval poetry, love songs emote such questioning which has a name: ubi sunt (where are they) a term taken from the longer Latin phrase, Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt (where are those who were before us)?

And our MTB prompt today is simply to use this Ubi Sunt motif in your poetry as such:

  • title your poem with the question – where are the/they…
  • use the questioning within your poem, even with repetition
  • DO NOT ANSWER it though – the questioning is rhetorical
  • employ concepts of mortality, the transience of life, a sense of nostalgia
  • suggested themes: Childhood; Youth; Lost Generation; Days of Yore;
  • employ whatever poetry style of your choosing from free verse to sonnet

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where are they

minions of the past

rebels true

unafraid

where are these brave purveyors

we need them – come back

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Shardoma

MTB: Ubi Sunt and that Where, Oh Where?

3TC 8-21-25

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I took the upgrade

They kept insisting

A wax, polish and shine

From the Apple design.

I finally let them and now can’t see

Many prompt offerings, just a melee

It’s frustrating while the “upgrade” is firing

And I’m left to search for things

Maybe I should be retiring 😳🥴😵‍💫

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2025/08/21/three-things-challenge-mm160/

The Writer’s Workshop

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Courage doesn’t always have to be standing on the battlefield, or going to the hospital for cancer treatments, or any other huge event. It can be smaller and simpler in our eyes, but monumental in the person.

My granddaughter has courage. She has excelled at leadership, honesty and integrity but four days ago she met a big challenge for a young woman who is loved deeply by her family and always “came home“. This week she is at college about five hours away and the whole family misses her spark, as she in turn had to take the steps alone with courage, missing us. We are very proud of all she is and all she will become.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: August 21. 2025

Esther’s Writing Prompts

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They say eyes are windows to the soul…how can that be true when clever cons are committed everyday against trusting people who think attention and a supposed friendly smile fool them? Even comparing windows that are alluring but false can have a disturbing effect on a child or grandmother. The truth of this is laid out in the frauds committed by so-called preachers, car salesmen, politicians and dictators. If you voted for Trump could you see through his dishonesty – a window into his soul might be so black it is blighted.

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Writing Prompts