Deep, dark or friendly
Shadow’s there to remind us
Of past or future
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/10/14/weekend-writing-prompt-24-shadows/
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Daily Prompt: Succumb
When at the dentist
You want to be numb
Hearing whiny drills
You might succumb
To fear, and to dread
The sound fills your head
It’s pain no one should endure
Even for an extraction to cure
Decay, even loss of teeth
The nerves underneath
Don’t care for this treatment
You can’t wait for completement
If to a dentist you succumb
Make sure your whole jaw is numb!
SoCS October 14, 2017
Well, well, well…..Saturday and I’m babysitting tonight again, although that baby is fourteen! It will be fun and I’m just looking forward to it.
Well, I find I start sentences with “well” much of the time, and trying to stop those old habits. That, and using that and just too much, it’s just not easy to stop those too familiar words. Just a little too used to it, I think. Well, that will be all the news that is fit to print this morning.
Well, have a nice weekend!🍁😂🍁
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 14/17
Time to Write – Autumn Fruits
Autumn or fall
Whichever you call
Is the season upon us
At least in the US
🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁
The scent of apples
Might cause dapples
To small chilled cheeks
While in water they seek
🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎
A bite in the barrel
It’s hardly sterile
But bobbing appley
Makes all kids happy.
🛢🛢🛢🛢🛢🛢🛢
Then along comes Halloween
Everything creepy waits to be seen
Carving pumpkins that cause a fright
Illuminated by candlelight.
🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃
I love this season
For many reasons
Cool frosty nights
With a fire, delights!
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
MLMM First Line Friday – Curiosity Killed the Cat
The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin. “Yeah, that’s what my dad says every year at this time” Hildegard replied to her friend Mona. Hildy and Mona had been best friends since the age of three. Inseparable until high school, when the difference of one year put them in different schools. Today they happened to have a free Saturday and met at the old cemetery.
It was Friday the 13th after all, and the yearly excursion into the cemetery was a must. They walked along, trying to spook each other with tales of what really happened to old Mr. Gronky or Miss Eliza Whittaker, whose gravestones were prominent, but had no quotes or information on them. The two friends always paused by the small embedded markers of infants who passed away at birth or soon after. It was sad they had no chance at life.
The girls tried to avoid the newer mounds, which gave them the creeps. However, the old familiar ones were almost friendly after all this time. The newly mounded dirt gave them a strange feeling as it felt too real, not like the older grassy indentations.
Suddenly, Hildy grabbed her friend’s arm. “Oh. . . look at that!” She pointed to a new mound under a scraggly tree where a temporary cross had fallen over. They cautiously walked over to set the marker straight, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the heaped dirt itself. Mona lifted the broken wooden sticks and righted it while reading the written words.
“Here lies Thomas Tripper, murderer, hung by the neck on October 13, 1792.” The girls looked at each other realizing what it actually said. . .1792. “That was almost two hundred years ago! Oh goodness, Hildy! The grave looks new, but it can’t be! The cross is broken, what could have happened here?”
“I’ll tell you what you want to know…” the voice came as a surprise to the girls, and they looked up to see a dirty, ragged form hanging from the tree.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/13/first-line-friday-october-13th-2017/
Fantastic Negrito!
Daily Prompt: Cloaked
Maybe it’s October, or Friday the thirteenth, or maybe it’s just me, but this Prompt brought only this image to mind, muuuuaaaaahhh☠️ Nosferatu……..
Daily Prompt: Fraud
A certain young lady we’ll call Suze
Yes, she blogs with never a ruse
She’s out there in the Midwest
That would put anyone to the test!
But I digress
Making a mess
When all I intend
Is a reply to send.
It just won’t work
I look like a jerk
When I just want to reply
But always denied
By jetpack or some other rule
I’m not stupid but seems I’m a fool
I’m not a tech savvy person per se
I just try to get through the day
Without following WP instructions
Even when I do it malfunctions.
So Suze if you’re reading
It’s just me, pleading
I’m not retreating
But it’s self defeating
To keep hitting “replying”
And it’s constantly denying
My request, is it fraud? 😂
Three Line Tales – Direction
“Hey, Joe, I’ve found it!”
“What,” he asks, weary from their travels. Mike and Joe had been looking for something, something worthy, something palatable, something meaningful, all their lives. They thought they had found it at different times in their lives, but it seemed to eventually disappear. Everything they were taught, to envision the future with hope and promise, now seemed tired and pale. Discouraged, they kept searching.
“Look up there! I knew we’d find it sooner or later, all the answers must be here!” Joe was ever vigilant, knowing the meaning of life was there, he just needed direction.
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 54
Not always welcome
Ever irritable ghost
That chooses to haunt
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge No. 54: GHOST & HAUNT
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