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Weekend Writing Prompt #400 – Utter

This week’s prompts are:

1. what does she watch on tv
2. go for the “no”
3. a cruel culture

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Julie was asked “what does she watch on tv” and “do you have a particular favorite?” Her answer was vague, stating, “this is a cruel culture, nothing on the news or television—even the social media has gone awry. I will go for the no and answer nothing.”

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OLWG#402- Disc Golf

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.

PROMPT WORD:  CLOSE

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I never wanted it to close. The curtains started to move. His image was disappearing. How can I live without seeing him? Please leave the curtains open. He’s gone, and now I can only dream his face.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

The catastrophe started from a gift of apples, which she had been craving for over a week. The apples came in a box with instructions written on the top. You could only open the latch if you would sing a special song she learned as a child. It caused a sort of enchantment. There was no limit to her imagination, and she did miss the song. If she was chattering too much, her mother would sing this song and interrupt her. And some of the time that’s exactly what she wanted—for her mother to sing so she would chatter just to make this happen. The song was a sort of catalyst transporting the girl on wings to stretch her imagination. Her mother knew this would happen and on different days to see what her daughter would come up with, it might be a happy or a sad song.

Now grown, apparently her mother sent the box with the saddest song of all inside, her farewell. The young woman unlocked the box to hear her mother’s very last song, and collapsed. The neighbors heard her scream and came in to find the young woman on the floor surrounded by apples.

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Wordle 690

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 24th

In line would be my gallery of appointments since I left the rehabilitation hospital. Starting at eight o’clock in the morning and throughout the day I’ve had home health CNAs, Nurses, PT and OT constantly coming to my home. I’ve now dismissed most because I can do for myself and the exercises, etc. I still have daily wound care for my heels which is okay. I want them healed asap! It’s the worst. My right leg is able to be stepped on but that’s the worst heel wound so only as long as it takes me to transfer from my wheelchair. Other inconveniences are tolerated but the number of meds I have to be on is disconcerting. I am still on blood thinners from my left broken leg in March. And changing insurances in October was not a great idea. So my daily writing has taken a big hit as I’m fighting med fog. Thanks to all who have kept up reading my meager efforts.🤓🤯 The cold and wind here make sure we know it’s winter.

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The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2025 Daily Prompt for Jan. 25th

Joe wanted to be a cowboy

He moved to a ranch in the west

He bought some boots

And some cheroots

But blew it with a colorful vest.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

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Weekend Writing Prompt #399 – Groove

“ I loathe yoga classes where she keeps that fiend of a parrot! He repeats, “Deep breaths”, and the bell chimes!”

Can You Tell A Story In…

Eerie lighting flickering in the hall. Midnight visits from CNAs all. Blood pressure, heart rate and oxygen level. I think hospitals were designed by a devil. Then a TB test not like I’m used to. A fine needle slipped under the skin, it stings. Wheelchair placed away from my reach. What lesson does this action teach? Bathroom visits were observed. I don’t think I did anything so bad this is what I deserve. I could understand some if this was from a nursing manual, but I think at night they all turn. supernatural,

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