Welcome to Week #145 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. (Psst! I have changed the guidelines recently.)
Prompt for Week #145 (Jul 26, 2025 – Aug 1, 2025) Heal
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Political misdeed wounds will heal proactively.
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The Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP)
“A private matter” drawing me close
Said a prince of a guy I supposed
He wrapped me in his arms too tight
Not a guy but a primate caused me a fright
Acting like a gorilla in heat
Thought I would be a dessert treat
I fought him off with a well aimed kick
Bending in pain, he decided to quit
My experience is limited I realized
Don’t get yourself cornered, it’s never wise.
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Three Things Challenge #MM134
No. 5:
I’ve lived in New England, Texas and Colorado and now Wyoming. Shopping is not on my todo list as I have little time for transportation. I don’t drive so shopping is limited. The store I miss is Joslins. It was a medium priced store if I needed a dress, etc for an occasion. The Denver was a higher priced store where older women shopped, and the personnel were rude. Here I have access to Dillards which is similar to the Denver but people are very nice. Macys is always good for sales on merchandise I used to buy. Living by myself in a small apartment now, I rarely shop for anything but food and usually have it delivered which is another story altogether.
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: July 31, 2025
waves constant soothing
renewing sandy beaches
seashells are its gift
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laying on edges
predicament happening
inevitable
sand in my scant bathing suit
sole comfort of waves leaving
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SenHai Saturday #15
Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion. It had been years since she felt that tingle, creeping up her body, and it was nice. Susan shifted in her seat and was surprised the man’s smile started to spread across his face, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling and that he caused it. She was embarrassed, thinking the strange man had control over her emotions. Susan’s face turned scarlet and she abruptly left the restaurant. On her way home riding the bus, she got out her paperback and hid her face, pretending to read. The feelings she experienced started to wane and at home she looked in the mirror and giggled.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #211
“But daddy, it is real!” Jane’s dad just shakes his head. He was trying to tell his daughter that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were just made up stories and at eight, it was time to know the truth.
“These are made up holiday stories, my dear, and you are old enough now to stop believing in a Santa Claus. Your mother and I decided you should know that the stockings are filled by her and me.”
“Daddy you are wrong! I was looking out my window yesterday just before dark and I saw it! It was so tiny but with my telescope, given to me by Santa Claus”, looking at her dad with a smirk, “I saw Santa Claus’ village where toys are made.”
Jane’s dad had a look for himself that night and discovered his daughter was right. He was flabbergasted at seeing the small town.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/29/2025
We want to work with Implied Metaphor which does not explicitly state the comparison but explains it in a complex way as compared to a direct metaphor. It hints to the reader to allude to the deeper layer of meaning.
In syllabic poetry, it’s not suitable to use the word, “like” to introduce our metaphor. I used the word, like below, because of the syllable count. Sometimes, nothing else works. Besides, we’re practicing how to use implied metaphors.
Chose a syllabic poetry form from the list here and write a poem using at least one metaphor.
If this is your first time at Tanka Tuesday? Here is what you do:
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roaring waters break
raging against barriers
seeking an ending
journeying roughshod along
established streams and rivers
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Tank Tuesday Poetry Challenge #23, 7/29/25: Metaphors
Vacation, a word in shiny magazines
It’s describing beautiful scenes
The pictures are alluring
Families together, touring
Never us, I start to think
Washing dishes at my sink
Scenes of boats on waves so blue
I would love to be there too
But we’ll never go on vacation
We’ll stay here, in our home location.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Vacation
Witch’s Oath
Most people think a toast is to celebrate a dear friend’s good fortune, but this day could be filed under broken vows. All the blood left Elizabeth’s face as she read the speech, the old nervous habit came flooding back, but she did pick up the bag of nails. The speech done, the ceremony began. As they stepped up one by one, taking a nail, the irony of it all hit Elizabeth. It could easily have been her in that coffin, and she was relieved her secret was now safe, locked inside a block of wood, perfectly silent.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #435
Of sweaters I have a plethora
Most are made of angora
Wool makes me itch
Those sweaters I ditch
But give me a silk
Knitted in milk
Shades also liked
With buttons spiked
Are beige and blue
My favorite hues
And then there’s red
Matched to hair on my head
Or orange a clue
To my autumn skin’s hue
But morning grass green
Makes my eyes sheen
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Weekend Writing Prompt #426 – Plethora
The Bag Lady 
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