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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

“Are you coming or not?” Carl demanded as he took a few steps further into the…ballroom. For weeks he had balked at his wife’s insistence on going to the lessons so now was the time to try them out. Nancy hesitated to enter because the lessons with Carl were fun and even romantic, but here in public? She was too nervous! The whole idea of going to the dance lessons was to rekindle their romantic passion but now she was almost scared. The safety of the small dance studio was fine but this huge ballroom? Carl’s face softened, took her hand, sensing her trepidation and put his arm around her. Maybe he too, wanted this reunion of feelings.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #120

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Julia’s recipe for the drink was the quintessential peak of her blooming career. Anyone who tried the lemon concoction could barely articulate the exact flavors and thought it might be a trick of Julia’s, that would tick off the right flavor sensors in their gut. However, the secret ingredient Julia tucked into her creation was a rather large dash of limoncello. Lemonade never tasted so good!

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Articulate- #YDWordPrompt October 24 2023

lemon

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/10/24/three-things-challenge-m491/TUCK Tick TRICK

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RDP Tuesday has a joke for you!

She tried to disavow what he thought were gallant actions, knowing he exaggerates with an abracadabra persona. He was an exemplary student, but always thinking any scullery on his part should be taken with humor, a lot of humor. To stabilize the situation she would don her “college letters”cardigan which revealed she was in the upper percentile of students responsible for leadership. After other ideas failed, she would reassemble the college social societies to repeal more placid activities, such as concerts featuring classical string quartets.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/10/23/wordle-345/

You can see it in the eyes, the false triumphant smile, the teasing of evil. It does not have to be a fairytale or grim story in a child’s book. It relishes in hidden words promoting hate and fear. Disguised as helpful assistance when all the while secreted machinations prosper. People in power always want more of it. People who have no hope for it are the ones who suffer.

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https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/10/22/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-285/

children need to read

learning about all the world

it is their mind’s right

http://ronovanwrites.com/2023/10/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-485-read-and-right/

Share Your World 23rd October

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Growing up in New England, I looked forward to autumn most of all. It was harvest time when all of the fruits and vegetables were ready to be picked, canned, or frozen to enjoy until the next year’s autumn. My mother did it all and how she managed I have no idea really, as I was usually outside playing in leaves or climbing some tree.

sweet and sour tastes

from worked ground or meadows free

nature’s earth provides

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Haibun Monday 10-23-23: Fall foliage or Spring blossoms

Wordle 625

I was in my twenties and mother of three. At that time “the men” gathered at one neighbor’s house and “the women” in another on Friday or Saturday evenings. (It was the sixties.) No flower children residing in my new little neighborhood with young families and stay at home moms of which I was the only one.

We gathered at my home around a hexagon shaped Spanish style table and there were four chairs, one empty. One of the women opted out when another one’s attempted a seance to contact her beloved mother. Nervous giggles abound but she brought a ouija board and we were all curious. A candle lit the otherwise darkened room and we all clasped one hand and the other on the edge of the board.

J called to her mother as she spelled her name on the board and it was so still you could hear us breathing. Then the board moved. J thought I’m sure, that her mother’s spirit was around us. No one moved but J slunk back in her chair and let go of the board.

That night I told my husband that I felt a small breeze float by and sit in the empty chair and of course he laughed. I told no one else. Two days later one of the other women who joined us told me in hushed tones that she had felt a presence coming into the empty chair. I confessed I felt it too. This was an eerie experience we all confessed to at the next “boys night out”. It was the second eerie happening I experienced in my life.

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Sunday Confessionals : Spooktober