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“Suppose I were an idiot. Or suppose I was a member of Congress. But I repeat myself!” — Mark Twain.

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One-Liner Wednesday – I’ve been abandoned!

Joey knew better than to touch it. It was fascinating to the six year old who definitely should have heeded his parents’ words…but boys will be boys. I always hated that expression, being a mother of two well behaved boys. Back to my story…Joey watched the hive every morning after breakfast, before school. He would eat quickly and then rush out to see if anything happened overnight. He was mesmerized by the tiny holes and wondered how many bees were inside. Joey retrieved his mom’s stepladder and carefully removed the hive…you could hear screaming all the way down the block.

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28 August 2026

Promises (Ever)

They find solace in revery

The first speaker, whoever be

Turning heads

Words that show mighty cleverness

Stoking latent foreverness

Ascended

Their expressions may be revered

Cause a listener’s eversion

Intended

Prideful persons however

Talk of knowing the forever

Dependent

Why preach unknown, everbearing

Fueling hope for everlasting

Pretending

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MTB: Compounding the Stem

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Son Joe was driving her crazy, pounding on his toy xylophone. Apparently household chivalry died some time last night. Henry was sweet then, but today he made a u-turn after the shower romance. This painful new diet may help she thought as she pressed the wasp onto her wrist.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Blue shiny fabric caught the sunlight as Sara twisted to and fro in front of the mirror. It was her first dance, her first time at an event without her parents, and lost no significance in her mind. She had dreamed of it, written diary entries about it and unbelievably, the night was almost here. She let the fabric move to show it at its most beautiful, and the iridescent image swims through a mirror that flows. Her grandmother had helped her choose this fabric, telling Sara the blue echoed her beautiful blue eyes. Sara saw it for herself, swaying in the sparkling sun’s rays. Sara’s grandmother seemed nostalgic with a dream of her own in mind, or a dear memory.

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Prosery—Luminous Accountings

Sharp reminders

Planets need power

Blades provide

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #100

“What’s the word, Joe? Are we doing this thing or what?”

“Seriously, Mike, I have no idea. I thought my dad put in a good word for us, but apparently not. I haven’t heard a word from him!”

Two teenage boys had hopes of becoming the new bat boys at the baseball stadium.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Joe loved to work out with a jog

But now he tripped over a log

He fell in the mud

Yelled out, “this is crud!”

Because he landed in a bog!

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

A warm coffee on a cold morning.

That I can drink that coffee without much sugar at all!

When you genuinely want to know how they are.

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Get to Know You #102!

amazing structure

such a powerful image

how tiny earth seems

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ominous grayness

abandoned in the beyond

we sit and stare at our home

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SenHai Saturday #66