Sensibility may come with age, I think, as Susan gathered up files. The papers always neatly selected and properly stowed away in cardboard folders. It only makes sense to do it once, correctly, she thought. There may come a day when all of these new fangled gadgets will run out of batteries and what will they do? There’s no shame in learning how to write legibly, keep handwritten or typed papers for future use if needed.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #458 – Sensibility
The cook did a quick pivot to hide the pot with the secret recipe. “Keep this private” she yelled at her sous chef.
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Three Things Challenge #MM356
Balance?
Consequences
Weigh patriotism
Board of peace always a planned myth
Intent
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 42: BALANCE is your inspiration.
War torn countries in the distance
Leaders wage it, their insistence
Talking big, threatening words
Mocking peace like mynah birds
Threats hewn and tossed like knives
Never mind our soldier’s lives
Children suffer
With no buffer
While leaders continue to huff and puff
Tossing bombs with intent to crush.
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A precision airstrike on an Iranian military complex on Saturday hit a neighboring elementary school on Saturday, killing some 165 people, many of them schoolgirls. An NPR review of satellite imagery suggests the school may have been struck due to outdated targeting information.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 7, 2026
The doctor stared at Charlie, the hyena. The veterinarian/scientist was waiting for Charlie’s reaction to a treat of cheesecake for two tasks the hyena had completed. It was a rare occurrence for the mobile veterinary chemist to see such a reaction, but chuckled as Charlie began to dance the jive, showing his appreciation for the treat!
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**this was a corker☺️
Can You Tell A Story In…
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Get to Know You #80!
For Friday Faithfuls this week we are diving into Egypt, and you can write about the Nile River, or crocodiles, the pyramids and pharaohs, hieroglyphics, mummies and their curses, and since Egyptians worshiped cats, you can give your opinion about whether cats are conspiring to take over the world, or you can write about anything else that you feel fits.
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had my time, ruling
tried my best, parents fooling
now seen at my worst
my observers think they’re cursed
all false prayers seem rehearsed
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dried up, wrinkled here
opened tombs always cause fear
desecration done
no longer I am the one
gravesites should not be undone
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King Tut
offers of choices
are these the roads less traveled
famous poets wrote
I deny the first straight one
seeking secreted venues
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Photo Challenge #204
“Put your arm around me, you twit! This is supposed to be a romantic scene, and you’re just standing there like your last knave just died! I said, put your arm around me, at least try to appear interested!”
Faking attempt at affection, the actor half heartedly drooped his arm over her shoulder. She was such a bitch and he only had two more nights of this hell with her. Then he could pursue his dream, playing Hamlet off Broadway. The only reason he had that opportunity was putting up with this role for a few weeks. “When I act as Hamlet, people will see me for my true acting ability.” He nudged the actress, almost pushing her into the rail.
“Watch it, you oaf, two more nights and I’ll be done with you, if you live that long.” She had put up with his overacting, forgetting lines and general awkwardness for six weeks, only two days to go. Surely her experience and reputation could last a while longer. She purposely stepped on his foot, hard. He uttered a protest.
Projecting her voice to the audience, she smiled and spoke with her best English accent, “My lord, surely you jest?”
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/03/19/sunday-photo-fiction-march-19th-2017/
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — March 6th
Joe adored the boss’s secretary, but had a hard time getting up the courage to ask her out. Many times he visualized asking her and then his confidence would fail. The cafeteria was on the building’s ground floor and surrounded by glass walls, and open to the public. He knew she had lunch there practically every day. Joe thought he might “accidentally” run into her there. His mind knew he could do it, meet her face to face, and strike up a conversation. However his legs seemed to decide they wouldn’t take him there, turning to jelly when near her.
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6 March 2026
The Bag Lady 
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