JJJ 22 – Mood

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Your prompt for JusJoJan January 22nd, 2024 is “mood.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

You wouldn’t want to be in my mood today. However I’m still alive and smiling! This is not a picture of my mess, it’s a Shutterstock pic but mine was worse. Then I had a another disaster at a store. Then tonight I dropped and broke a big glass bottle of water and a whole meal plate on the floor. So yeah, I guess you describe my mood today as one big MESS!

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 22nd, 2024

3TC – “No way!”

Your three words today are:
SMALL COMPACT TINY

It was their old argument seeing the light of day again. He was sure that the old tiny coffee cup would hold his favorite coffee but he wasn’t paying attention, (as usual, she muttered under her breath) and there was a mess.

“Why can’t you use one of those larger compact coffee containers that your company advertises? They would hold it, plus keep it hot!”

Never giving in to his wife’s advice (even when he knew she was right), he said, “They’re way too small and I’d have to refill it often. I have to work for them, I’m not going to give them free advertising!”

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Three Things Challenge #M580

The Sunday Whirl

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“So this is a game to you, eh?” The curl of his blonde hair settled over the scar on his cheek. She felt faint, as a flicker of the hidden red in his eyes shown. He circled her neck with the tip of his hand and the words of protest failed her. She knew the key to survival was to split her mind into two parts: what was happening now and what would happen if she balked at his touch. The strong spirit born into her was crushed as he bared his fangs.

Wordle 638

Six Sentence Story

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: ACCESS

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Access means a lot more to me the last twelve years than it did before then. I now have no access to stairs unless carried up by one of my strong grandsons or pulled up one at a time in a wheelchair. Even handicapped apartments supposedly arranged with bars in showers and bathrooms for access are not completely safe. They get slippery and the bench seat I use gave me a particular thrill ride when soapy residue sent me sliding off, luckily into my hastily grabbed wheelchair. There are efforts to provide access and elevators in new buildings and all of “seated” appreciate them. It’s a bit funny thinking about it and I definitely need to use my sense of humor.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

3TC – Inconceivable!

Your three words today are:
FENCE HEDGE WALL

People, humans, persons, folks, citizens, everyone—deserve a safe place to live. No wall, fence or hedge should obstruct an individual from obtaining that right. The idea of US governors shipping people on buses like cattle is the most disgusting thing allowed here in the US! They are not people any more, they are livestock traveling to unknown places to be “placed” like dogs in shelters. The difference being the dogs actually get food, water and a place to safely stay. These governors remind me of the Holocaust.

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Three Things Challenge #M579

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

He started out the morning
Taking a chance
With no warning
He wanted the note to be romantic
No words that feel like antics
But needing to be sincere
Also wanting to be clear
Love was definitely on his mind
So started with this line:
My dearest sweetheart
I give my heart…
Then erased it all
Too familiar words a pall
True feelings are hard expressed
Wanted them to be the best.

Weekend Writing Prompt #347 – Note

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Picture Prompt-49 1-29-17

She looked over her shoulder. Yes, he was still watching her. Of course that’s what she wanted. That’s why she wore this dress, showing off her tattoos. Anyone interested in her because of the drawings was someone she wanted to meet. Her life story was painted on her body. Not her real life, but her fantasy life, the one she wanted to live. She endured the pain of the needle, hoping the results would finally sweep her away into them. Of course it wouldn’t really happen, but as each tattoo was blazoned on her body, she would try to wish herself into them.

He was still looking at her, couldn’t take his eyes off her! She was certainly beautiful, but those tattoos! He would love to see all of them, every painting on that beautiful body. She looked right at him. She knew he was interested. It was as if there was a silent connection.

He was interested. She could feel his curious interest in his gaze. Maybe if she turned around and started toward him….

Unbelievable, he thought. She’s coming over! Their attraction was equally exciting.

As she grew closer he smiled. “Care for a drink?” he asked. They left the street carnival and went into the cafe.

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https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/daily-picture-prompt-49/

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 19th