https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/10/08/weekend-writing-prompt-280-amok/
Back of the fridge is a place I can’t see and moving it is out of the question. In fact the idea of what dust may be on top of the fridge is also a mystery. Now inside is a different story as this new apt has a bright, lighted interior so things are not hidden. It is disappointing that the freezer part has no light and it’s so high I actually have to throw a loaf of bread etc into it if I buy more than one. There’s no handle or reliable thing to hang on to momentarily while searching that space and of course the freezer door is tempting to hold but as Sophia of Golden Girls said, “picture it”🙄🫣
http://lindaghill.com/2022/10/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-8-2022/
It started out as a transition
When I made a stupid decision
What could it hurt? I said to myself
While waiting love that sits on that shelf
I thought hard about it for a long while
Enjoying the looks, mischievous smile
I’m a sucker for that, you probably know
So I ended up staying when I should have let go
Can you think, stop and think? my brain was pleading
But I ignored it, and I hadn’t even been drinking!
I couldn’t refuse, I freely admit it
Maybe thought I could outwit him?
Whatever, it matters not now—
The why, the when, and even the how
I screwed up, we all know, now sadly
But it was only love that I wanted so badly
And I ended up in that compromising position
While I was committed, he was only fishing.
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http://cyranny.com/2022/10/05/october-5th-1minfiction-challenge/
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I wrote a story instead.🙃
The knife came out, almost as if on its own, like a horrific memory of something he did in his past. Suddenly aware it was there in his hand, gleaming silvery sharp and lethal. He tried to fold it, put it back in his pocket. He didn’t want to ever hold it again. He didn’t even want it in his pocket but no matter where he tried to put it, it found it’s way back into his pocket. He tried to joke it off saying, well at least it’s folded shut when it lands in there, but he was actually terrified.
The paranormal psychiatrist just kept a silent steady nonplussed gaze at her notes. It seemed she really wasn’t listening to him at all.
“This isn’t a dream, Dr. Nough, it is really happening. Look, can’t you see it?” Joe placed the knife close to the doctor’s arm and insisted she stop writing and look at it. Her nonchalance cued an odd feeling in him and he stepped closer. Now the knife was in control. It quickly sliced a long curve into the doctor’s neck. “See? I told you, it’s not a dream, it’s happening!”
An attendant grabbed Joe as he was calmly walking down the hospital corridor. “This isn’t my fault”, he said to the guard, “I told her it was happening.”
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http://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/04/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-october-4-2022/
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steadying the wand
saying the words like “hocus”
focused her aim saying “pocus!”
It was really hard putting these words into haiku form😵💫
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Yeah, they call me a beatnik
I don’t really care
I won’t ever be like them…square
I have thoughts you know
About the earth and it’s care
I have tried to expand my mind
With whatever is there
My friends understand me
We all live together
We keep to ourselves and they call us a cult
We just want to survive and figure it out
War and protests, rights for all people
Don’t need to be in a place under some steeple
We respect your space and you should ours
As we speak our poetry in clubs in late hours
We just want peace, to travel around
Spread the word that the world isn’t sound
So call me a beatnik, whatever you choose
But respect the concepts, we have new ideas and views.
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http://dversepoets.com/2022/10/04/poetics-allen-ginsberg-and-the-beat-generation/
Here’s how to take part in the Quadrille Prompt:
• Write a 44 word poem containing the word track (or variations)
• Post your quadrille on your blog and link back to this post.
• Place the link to your post on the Mister Linky page.
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A track of tears detected
Emotions shown, and unexpected
Surprised at his show of feelings
Unraveling so, she found it appealing
No bravado in his manner
No manly, macho banter
A simple “sorry” softly spoken,
Wreathed, then enclosed her heart
It was, real love.
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https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/03/quadrille-161-staying-on-track/
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