Your story starter for this week is: She threw back the glass of wine and stormed out of the room…in doing so she turned her ankle and fell out of her six inch stiletto and landed flat on her face. Her disgruntled boyfriend remarked, “That girl can make an entrance, but her exits are better”.
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Story Starter – Saturday Mix, 18 May 2024
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 18, 2024
Weekend Writing Prompt #364 – Squander
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Poetry Form: Magic 9
No pets allowed, not even a bird
That’s what it says in those words
No more being chased by a dog
No more stepping on smelly logs
I know it’s crass, but til it happens to you
I think you wouldn’t like it, too.
Of course there are gulls who can be nasty
Might get too close, you need rhinoplasty
But think of it this way, I might sound moany
Beaches are for people, happy or lonely
There should be dog beaches but for pets only.
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The Unicorn Challenge-17/05/24
2017:
Ode to Danny @ dreambigdreamoften.co
He asks the questions
As he always does
Usually difficult
Starting a buzz
You know Danny
Now he’s on vacation
But still asking questions
With no cessation
Before you answer
He makes you think.
Bloggers like this
Use lots of ink
I often answer
Always too quick
May not have mercy
With a comic shtick
Some questions are tricky
And hard to answer
Sometimes you need
To be a line dancer
Stepping either way too far
Your reputation might even be marred
Thanks, Danny for making us take time
Most answers I read are quite sublime.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mercy/
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 17th
Stripped of it all
His mind askew
How sad it is now
Could we start anew?
The earth is done
The galaxy calls
Earth has failed
How the people did fall
He wished a solution
Could we fix it then
Return to a time when it began
The ruin of the planet
Might we start again?
Did we learn a lesson or will we ignore
The cry of nature at earth’s core.
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No Theme Thursday: 05/16/24
My friend and I had just picked up a helium tank for balloons and it was in the back of my station wagon. It was for a carnival for MDA. Also, in the back were bags of empty pop cans we were going to use in a game. Naturally, I had to go really slow to keep from getting all the cans squashed by the moving tank. We were in downtown Denver, and we came upon a school zone and even if the light is not flashing in Denver. you are to go 20 miles an hour and of course we knew that. We were watching the speed on my car to make sure that we were not going above 20 miles an hour. I saw a police car over to the left parked and I glanced down to make sure I was still under 20 mph and I was. The minute I passed him, he threw on a siren and light and pulled us over. Needless to say he had a very bad attitude—he would not believe my story about the tank and the cans and then he showed me his speed gun and said I was going 40 mph. That was a lie. It was disgusting and I ended up going to court to fight that. I won.
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Writer’s Workshop: Lost
The Bag Lady 
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