
Cellpic Sunday – Bear Creek Falls

Cellpic Sunday – Bear Creek Falls

This week for Sunday Confessionals, I would like you to create about this sentence : “The last time we were online”. The last time we were online would not be about me. I live alone and do plenty of researching online about many things. If I see or hear a word or phrase I don’t recognize, I look it up. I love looking things up, maybe I should have been a researcher or a journalist, or reporter. Honestly, journalist was one of my three career choices as a high school student. Instead I ended up in a permanent job for the federal government in a research facility. Long story short—which is definitely a rare occurrence—I fell in love and married at nineteen. That fact is also an explanation of my many forlorn victims of love in my writings. So confession made. See you around the watercooler☺️
Sunday Confessionals : Creative core

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His primary goal, is engagement.
Speaking aloud, so very proud, voicing vows.
He wants your attention, and your money.
He begs and pleads which isn’t funny.
He lies and triumphs in his deceits.
A worse politician (human?) you’ll never meet .
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Weekend Writing Prompt #366 – Monday

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For: https://thebeginningatlast9.com/2024/05/30/no-theme-thursday-05-30-24/
And SoCS 6-1-24

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Puzzle This – Saturday Mix, 1 June 2024

The bakery was forbidden
On a diet Jim thought insane
Thinking of apple turnovers
His attitude was plain
He just needed the money
Asked his wife so dear
She answered “honey,
They’re not good for you I fear.
The doctor said you need to watch your weight!”
And that is when Jim’s wife became his late.
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Your three words today are:
TURNOVER APPLE MONEY
Three Things Challenge #M712
All I want right now is a big cold glass of Coca Cola with ice. I know, it’s bad for me and of course I have none, but…

Blast the trumpets
Bang the drums
Set loud the bass to keep a hum
Screech to the skies
Plead loud and openly
Cry to the gods
Scratch heavenly
Their facade of power
Their fake boohoo on bowers
Blurt out the truth
Seen rare and chomped
Dance on their lies, a romp
Only a few clip clops away
Horses of destruction will fall away.
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Meet bar soundly with Onomatopoeia
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