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fateful flight

a life’s suffering

disaster

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subdued end gray scene

cold icy sands surrounding

destruction remains

shown a bleak country, ice trail

calamitous mournful site

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SenHai Saturday #32

At a full point, the Shepard was trained to sit and place his paws in an oddly human cross, and the crowd felt a sense of pride. The military families, eyed the sharply dressed men and women of MWD, Military Working Dog division of handlers. Instead of petting the serious dogs, they were enjoying lingering around to watch some of the training movements they learned.

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Wordle 737

Joe stood on the very edge. His wife Clara hung onto the back of his shirt. Leaning over as much as he dared, he yelled. “I want to hear your echo!” Hearing no response, finally stepping closer to the cliff edge and yelling it again…

“Step back from the edge before you fall, idiot!”

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Of course I have to respond with a snarky comment here,

just a thought to be thorough, dear,

battling my brain

to refrain

from moving through,

down the drain,

our lovely leader, another complaint.

His mouth is caustic,

needs a diagnostic,

not dr oz,

who’s only cause

is to maintain his position

in this administration.

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Three Things Challenge #MM286

It is just an everyday thing

He’s used to it now, avoiding the zing

He doesn’t know how the T group knew

But the daily zing out of the blue

When discussing the horrid news

Gave him that hurtful clue

When he complained even to his wife

An electrical jolt hit him like a knife

He soon learned to cover in a hazmat suit

When reading news, giving T group the boot.

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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #352

My first thought was a song I used to sing, dancing around the house, cleaning. Music was always on if I had work to do, kept me moving. This song is from 1974 when my children were 3,5,7 years old.

Weekend Writing Prompt #448 – Notion

Usual dryness featured in this landscape, but subtle beauty and lasting strength are shown.

soft fronds are waving

desert beauty colorful

peaceful pastels grow

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #066

I try to think of it as a plot

Whenever I look for some thing and it’s not

Where I left it the other day

It’s Murphy’s fault I often say

As I age he’s getting bolder

Seems he’s always sitting on my shoulder

But now I find I’m not the only one

Think he’s multiplying under the sun

So I’ll stay inside and hope it rains

So my other shoulder he won’t gain.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 27, 2025

FFFAW 12-23-17 and the Daily Prompt: Proclivity

I have a needed tendency, proclivity

To try different forms of creativity

I’ve always been an eager and curious sort

But now I’m very sorry to report

I’ve tried different forms to improve my ability

But try as I might my absorbability

Must be too limited, I fear

You quite often see it here

My aspirations are great

I feel hopeful at the gate

But then talent abates

As I sit here and wait

For inspirational traits

To take over, conflate

My brain won’t equate

My ego deflates

And you’re left with…

This.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/proclivity/

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/12/26/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-26-2017/

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — December 26th

The joyful three year old wobbled with every step, but insisted she wear the higher heeled shoes that matched her fairy dress. The tinsel necklace tickled her chin but she would not swipe it away because she was content being the star of the reception. The huge crowd of residents looked sweetly at the flower girl and the pretty bride was surprised she was not the star of the show after her little sister appeared.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #456