3TC

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Appetite doesn’t satisfy?

I think I know the reason why…

It’s too sparse,

You’re not a saint

Better start eating or you’ll faint

How bout some nice fish and chips

Nothing better passes by your lips

It may not be the best gourmet

But might help you live another day.

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Three Things Challenge #MM125

Need a Shot?

Back away, bar tenders, I’m talking about a shot in the arm, a boost to our creativity! I know I need one and maybe our fellow bloggers need one too. And maybe the bloggers who provide prompts for all of us need a big THANK YOU and a shot of appreciation to keep finding ideas and hosting! So here I am, just one of hundreds, but I’m sure many people feel the same way. It’s summer here in the states, so people are busy outside and probably have kids home from school…it’s winter down below so probably busy out shoveling? Please take a moment to say thanks, and yes! We appreciate you!

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SoCS July 19, 2025

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Okay I’ll admit it, I think I’ve lost a few chips on the way, but I’m still here! Take this date for instance, 7-19, happens to be the “best used before” date on a half gallon of milk. It’s unopened because I was waiting for some help navigating a large boiling pot of macaroni. I haven’t had any, and that’s why the milk is still there. I intended to make an old Vermont favorite, Mac and cheese. I had purchased the sharp white cheese and it too is sitting in the fridge unopened. Why am I telling you this? Because my brain chips are revolting and I had the date wrong on a granddaughter visit. Since I live by myself, I’ve decided to freeze the cheese and the milk? I hate milk so probably will end up down the drain. I’ve always been a plan ahead person, organized, etc but I think the memory chips are fading. Or maybe they left to boost someone else’s memory…probably a Trump follower…oh the pain!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 19, 2025

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Sunday Photo Fiction – I Was Hoping for the Smithsonian!

“Okay, take a good, long, hard look. See what happens when you decide to explore other worlds, go “to infinity and beyond”, “explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before”? 

“All right, I’m not exactly a man in the human sense, but you get my drift. Checking out “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away” may seem a great adventure at the time, but believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Take me for instance. There I was a young Chlorom from my home planet of Chloromentas in one of those bright pea green galaxies you’ve never seen, yet, anyway, wandering around trying to decide what my future would hold.

We watch TV too you know, I had seen all of those space shows, starting way back, a few centuries before Earth was even a twinkle in the Milky Way’s eye. My friends and I thought, what the heck, we’ll just jump out of orbit and explore!

To make a long story short for you Earthling…I know that’s your preferred style…they thought it would be a great joke on me to zip off and leave me stranded. Even in New York City or the Trump Whitehouse, I couldn’t hide for long.

I ended up here. Unfortunately for us Chlorons, our head outlives our body by centuries, so I’m stuck here on display. Not a historical, scientific artifact per se, but to be ridiculed daily by the likes of you, in the “Ripley’s Believe it or Not” museum! 

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Sunday Photo Fiction – July 30th 2017

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 18th

Friday Fictioneers

The young man approached the door, opened by a servant, who asked his business. He said he was looking for work. She told him to wait. A few minutes later a man came into the doorway and asked what kind of work could he do. The boy said he would work for food and a bed, and any job would do. The man said meet at the stables. Sadly the boy thought mucking stalls was better than going hungry. The man asked if he knew horses. The boy said yes, then the man asked him teach his daughter to ride.

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18 July 2025

The Writers Workshop

#1 Rejection

I wrote about a friend last week, and found out she really wasn’t. Politics were involved and I found out she had drunk the koolaid. I tried to explain even though he is president doesn’t mean he’s not an ass——. She hung up asked me never to text her again. We live in the same apartment building so I knew we’d come across each other sooner or later, happened today. As I was rolling down the hall the elevator door opened and there she was. I said “Hi”, smiling. She just looked down to the ground so I kept rolling and said, “Not speaking to me yet? Your loss.” And it truly is.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: July 17, 2025