Joe was not your ordinary wrestler, he loved ballet. Having a body shaped like an egg, it was difficult to aspire to that profession. Almost a comic sight secretly practicing one pirouette after another, his body shape helped achieve them. No one seemed to deduce possibly ballet interpreted symbol on his uniform.
Can You Tell A Story In…
I chose number three
It still resonates with me
A funny little childhood routine
I remember as fondness, not to demean
I wrote a story about this time
Meaning it comically but not in rhyme
Published on my post
Then received a response, darker than most
Was from my sister I thought fine
Ended up blocking her after a time
She said in public here
That’s not what happened, not funny, but fear
She remembered somehow, totally untrue
But went on to describe what she thought she knew
I was embarrassed for my followers to think
My childhood stories false, which I had inked
This went on till her perspective
Was caused by some *mental defective
As stories she vented were not true
I ended up blocking her from my blog view.
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*diagnosed shortly after
Reena , I’m not sure if this is what the prompt required
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #414
Just a reminder you can put this one number in your phone and reach all your congress members. (202) 224-3121
You will just get a voicemail box but they do track it all. The limit is like 40 seconds so it literally cannot take too long and it does feel a little tiny bit better to have taken a single action.
The DHS budget is national so this is worth doing in whatever state you live in. Besides, they will, unchecked, soon be everywhere. Was “ICE occupies Minneapolis (Minneapolis!!!)” on your bingo card this year? Mine either.
***Don Wood
I entered the room, saw him there
Uniform neatly pressed
Smitten
Those big brown eyes, short dark brown hair
Certainly was obsessed
Bitten
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History of the love first sight
Hearts askew with newness
Romance
One look attraction has its might
After that, it’s trueness
Life’s dance
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W3 Prompt #195: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Ego
Mirrors reflect
Right or left brain working
What you are, will be determined
Intel
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 36: EGO is your inspiration.
I hate to admit it, but the first thought the word shapes popped into my mind was bodies. Ever since I was told my 155 pound body was too big, I tried to fight to get down to my high school weight of 120. I was always the skinny kid and entered high school at 80 pounds. Then I grew up and out and ended up at 120, normal weight for my skeleton. Then pressure to get back down to 125 was a goal after three babies under five, accomplished with a 300 calorie a day strict diet, ketones in urine check at a facility every day, etc. At that time people observed my body saying I was too thin. The fight was never ending. The extreme weight loss accomplished with that diet, walking three to five miles every day after always standing at my job from 6:30 to 3:30, aerobics, yoga, etc. My point here is that body shape is not just what you eat, exercise, etc but inheritance also. I have the duplicate shape of my mother. Maybe AI really is the answer. A perfect body shape no longer required.
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Writing Prompts
Harry, the smallest boy in the group
Wouldn’t eat anything but soup
One night they offered a dish
It looked alive, an edible fish
The fish lay there, head to tail
Looking at it made Harry go pale.
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*I had never seen a whole fish on a platter til a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco. It was huge, about two feet long and looked scary. I still get the chills thinking of it.😀
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
Susan walked down this street many times, looked into the shop windows, talked with familiar shoppers, and today just got a weird feeling. The always bustling alley was empty. The shop window showed no one inside. She looked around, turned and looked again. She was alone. A chill took over her chest, her hands started to shake. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe well. Susan needed help, but there’s no one…
Susan collapsed onto the stone walk. A shop owner rushes to her but it’s seeming too late, she’s gasping for breath. Why did this happen he wonders. She looks perfectly healthy as always. He gets out his cell and dials 911. Susan was brought back to the real world by the paramedics. She sat on the gurney ready for the ambulance and wondered where she was. The crowd that surrounded her looked unfamiliar, as did her rescuer. What had happened? The street looked crowded now. She started to say something but lost her breath again. The paramedics revived her again, and once more before the hospital. What is happening to me, she wondered, now afraid to even think of it.
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #070
I said please surprise me, but you know how much I love that outfit with the blue front. The flower pattern of rosebud twins is quite appropriate for the day, don’t you think? Of course the choice is yours, that’s fine, but I prefer our announcement to be subtle. Do you think only the twin rose buds intertwined would work, since they already know we are pregnant? She just smiled and said okay.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #460
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