The Writer’s Workshop

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I chose number 4.

Looking back I guess it was not a big deal, but I was a lot pickier then.🤓 We had my husband’s old college friend staying the night. I made sure the guest room was perfect with new sheets and other amenities. After he left the next day I went in to take off the sheets to wash and found a large stain on them. It was about a foot square mess, black and thick shoe polish and the bed had been made like everything was fine. I couldn’t believe he left it and said nothing. I told my husband next time he could stay in a hotel!

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – December 23, 2025

Six Sentence Story

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Moving to Texas

When twenty I made the descent

A different home with weird accents

It was hard to know what I was hearing

Their slurring words might be endearing

But this new language I heard

I couldn’t understand most words

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Where is?

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The older she got, the less sure she was about everything. Growing up her strict parents were very clear on every aspect of life, so naturally she obeyed and thought the same. After marrying she moved to a very different area and even the people she met did not speak or have the same ideas that were ingrained in her mind. Then life happened, had children and she expanded her horizons and enjoyed the changing world. Retirement was another new life happening all around her, but she was changing too, learning all the time. However, a slowly developing dementia was claiming her mental space. It was frightening to realize this change was not the learning experience she wanted. Her family started to take control and it seemed even the simplest things were now a chore. Luckily she found help with exciting new medicines and therapies. When she improved, she still found herself asking, “where is…?”

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*This made me laugh so had to use it! Glad you’re back!
http://mymindmappings.com/2025/12/16/fandangos-story-starter-226/

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

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Just a teaspoon she said
Offering me the sweet
I shouldn’t have sugar
I said on repeat
It’s only a teaspoon
Won’t hurt you a bit
After I drank it
Had a screaming fit!
I said, you know, you’re not a doc
Encouraging me to have it
You must talk through your socks
I left the eatery real quick
Only a teaspoon made me sick.

Weekend Writing Prompt #447 – Teaspoon

Can You Tell a Story in 100?

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It was storming out and Joe started fidgeting with the armor on his metal guard costume, hoping the nativity would not be windsurfed into the street. Lightning and wind caused the gloss of the crib lights to blow out and luckily no flames started up on the babe’s pajamas. The angels stood out as a bun shaped band around the entire scene. Someone in the theater group provided harps and pranked the angel actors giving a couple of them tambourines. Another volunteer did not notice the spelling error of Chrismas – the religious tableau leaving out the most important word.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Hey Joe, you’re looking kinda pasty! Maybe you need to eat more. Those people behind me would be a good snack just to hold you over.
Me? Have you looked in the mirror lately? What happened to you, been on one of those liquid diets?
I must look pretty good, there have been multiple people, all sizes and shapes looking at me. The only thing is, I can’t seem to move to grab and eat them! There aren’t any mirrors around here, so what’s up? Speaking of looks, Joe, you’re looking a little flat.


Fandango’s Flashback Friday — December 19th

Friday Fictioneers

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The sun was just beginning to set and the waves turned colder. A day at the beach was the usual destination on a Sunday. A picnic lunch, and lots of sandy castles were built and taken away in the surf. Joe always brought his radio with him in case of any weather alerts in the area. This day had been fun until a news bulletin reported on the little device. A crazed man was brandishing a hopefully toy gun and was nearby. Joe listened to hear the man was arrested, but gathered his family, packed up and sadly went home.

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19 December 2025