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Walking in the yard this day

Tripped and fell, I say

What could cause it. . .zounds!

Heard a whisper, “mysterious mounds”

Looked around to see them laughing

A bunch of moles, some even clapping!

Made their homes so indiscreet

Tripped my otherwise deft feet

It was time to seek revenge

Limped over to the henge

Grabbed the easiest stones to find

And peppered the little mole’s behind

Laughing, clapping all that stopped

When from their back a fox did pop

Walking on smooth lawn tomorrow

Moles are gone, I’ll feel no sorrow.

August Writing Prompts

He placed it to the side of his brow

Fedora style popular now

Brushed off his shoulders with a shrug

Tapped his shoe on the edge of the rug

Such a shine on them he thought with glee

It’s the little things she loves to see.

Looked in the mirror, gave a last glance

Not leaving any small thing to chance

Brushed his hands together, saying, “that’s that”

Grabbed his coat and left his flat.

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For Scott’s Daily Prompt: Flat

https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/08/03/scotts-daily-prompt-flat/

Rolling in from the sea, it moved up the shoreline, over the sand, and seemed to intensify in color and shape. Formerly a misty substance, now enveloping the low bushes and moving quickly to the trees.

Birds screeched, deer ran from the area, small rodents and lizards dug deep, finding solace from the heavy cloud. Only a few remained, choking on what seemed intangible, yet threatening. As curious gulls approached the darkening mass, they stopped short in midair, backing away and flying quickly back to the water.

There was one surviving observer, offshore, poised on a mast’s rigging. He was fascinated to see what happened as the sea opened up and spewed out this monstrosity. His fellow crewmen weren’t so lucky, or maybe it was their fate. They had been diving for forbidden treasure while he stayed aboard. As the bodies popped up to the surface one by one, he climbed higher on the ropes hoping to escape whatever evil was below the surface.

The mysterious mass disappeared over the hill and the crewman climbed down to a small rowboat attached to the ship. Now safe in a cove, saw the cloud return to its original place in the sea.

200 words

https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2018-week-31/

A stop sign

A stop light

Not unusual these days

Often asked to move along

No one stops to inquire

A man, a woman, a teen

Alone or with children

Sometimes a dog

Often a scribbled cardboard sign

Wanting help, a job, money, food

Weary, sometimes aged or worn

Sometimes sporting carts

The homeless

Or a traveler

These souls

No longer strange in the neighborhood.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/02/tale-weaver-182-strange-things-in-my-neighbourhood-august-2nd/

You have to be careful with expression

You might need to use repression

Speaking without discretion

Might leave the wrong impression

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FOWC with Fandango — Expression

A fragrant fog obscured the secret doors on 75th street. Of course I had not been in London before and it had been a long journey. I had always heard about the iconic foggy London town but had been told it was also a myth.

However, the fish market odor was unmistakable, certainly one of my lesser favorites. I had come in secret you see, as most assassins do and found a willing harborite to sneak me onshore. A pouch of silver usually bought temporary silence and that’s all I needed. My job would be accomplished quickly and he was paid to wait.

Finding the correct house number I made fast work of the person within. One short stab right into his heart was all it took.

I made my way back through the passageway and was once again safe on the sea.

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2018/08/01/August-writing-prompts/

A few years ago with Pentatonix, now extremely popular. Love them! The SingOff competition videos are an insight to how difficult it is to make it in the field of entertainment. There wasn’t luck involved with them, it was talent.

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Image: farmersalmanac.com

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A journey in space

Going through blue winter stars

A mindful travel

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-1st-2018-virtual-journey/