Go Figure
A vow sometimes is easily broken. Marriage vows spoken in earnest at the time result in fifty percent failure. Joe was determined not to be in that percentile. He followed every vow and loved his wife immensely. His wife felt differently. She felt Joe was too perfect a husband.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
I know it has already been said
Nothing beats the color red
You can have your blue sky
Purple may make you sigh
Yellow daisies, oh my
Green fields make me cry
Orange tastes delish
Indigo promises a wish
Black gives me an ache
So I’ll savor and take
Red – roses, cheeks, berries and lips
You can have all the others, I quip
I want RED.
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Writing Prompts
He said, “Coffee, tea, or me?” Decisions, decisions…
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One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan26 the 14th – Decisions, decisions
“It couldn’t be” he thought. “I only repeated what I saw that morning, an impossible murder, a real happening, I didn’t make anything up!” Joe noticed he was in an unfamiliar place, high wavering icons shifted as he gazed up at them. His imagination had taken him there, the Hall of Judgment, or at least that’s what he remembered from childhood Bible verses. A booming voice inquired, “Are you sure, Joseph Michael Alexander Jones? Are you perfectly sure that is what you saw?” The voice seemed to grow louder. “Or are you mistaken?” A sudden electric jolt coarsed through Joe.
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16 January 2026
Let’s face it, if there are any theories running around they probably have the word conspiracy in the title. I don’t think, I know…and it’s blatant and everyday now, Donald Trump thinks he’s king. His cabinet supports his theory in deed.
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With a swift kick, the door splintered, revealing a brown skinned mother, father and a tiny baby in a small cradle. The “agents” looked at each other and then took the parents out, leaving the baby alone. A very old story lives today.
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it is surprising
how people’s votes ended up
laws are bamboozled
new president is the Trump?
oxymoron example
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 47, Oxymoron, 01/13/2026
occasionally
musicians visit
a temporary
respite from prison routine
a needed solace for some
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Folsom Prison Blues
Wouldn’t it be loverly
Wouldn’t it be gay
To lounge around in a great big chair?
Sure you say, any day, it would be my way…
The rubber ducky life…
Scooting and floating carefree
Always sunny, always warm
Not hearing the buzz of dangerous swarms
The cries of brown or black skins
Where is their chance to float or swim
On a sunny day, peaceful and prim
Never to feel that frightening so grim
Wouldn’t it be loverly?
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 01/13/2026
The Bag Lady 
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