One-Liner Wednesday – Handy trick
One Liner Wednesday
NTT 6-19-25
“I doubt it Joe, he loves standing up there pretending he’s king.”
“But you know the girls – they hate eating late…maybe if I run back and offer them some grog from my hidden stash…”.
“What stash! I didn’t know you had a secret stash! Where is it?” Meanwhile the lion hopped off the ledge and went back to his lair. When the two men realized their catch was lost, they slumped back to their women. Joe made sure to get his friend to bring grog to appease the girls.
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(Any similarity to loud speaking (kings) is intentional.)
No Theme Thursday: 6/19/25
Can You Tell a Story in 30?
As I said earlier, no ski accident would’ve occurred if the dodo in the lampshade wasn’t going down the slope backwards. Note in your report that I wasn’t at fault!
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Writer’s Workshop
Number 4: Their presence on TikTok, Instagram, etc., and their millions of selfies on their devices.
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – June 19, 2025
Friday Fictioneers
Just as every day, Joe starts the morning admiring his works of art. The one time love from years gone by…he often wonders where she is now. When she left, he looked over all the sketches he had drawn and his paintings of her. These few were his favorites. Her beauty evident, but the fun they had that summer was depicted on this wall. A summer romance after college graduation was brief but remembered here.
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20 June 2025
Esther’s Writing Prompts
Needing a Break
“Get outside, now!” That was the harried mom’s yell. She was trying to feed three month old twins and sitting between them, first a spoon in the boys mouth and then a spoon of mashed potato for the baby girl. Not many mothers can handle two small babies, a five year old and a seven year old, but she is managing. Summer heat and no break in school time, she manages. After the first two times she says “it’s time to go outside” doesn’t get their attention from their tablet games, she occasionally raises her voice.
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Writing Prompts
W3 – Quadrille
What remains – I hardly think of my age
I think of it as an imprudent sage
Old time friends still stay in touch
Distance affects us very much
Times new and old we share
Birthdays remembered show we care
Age is only a word.
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W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly
dVerse Poets
Taking
Hubristic
Ennobling
Falling
Awkwardly
Legs
Life
Once
Firm
In
Caring
Affectionate
Residence
Undone –
Sanctioned
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Poetics: Triumph and Defeat
Tanka Tuesday
kisses felt
the heartbeat quickens
embracing
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skin warming to touch
whispers with such giving words
heated arms entwine
specific glances invite
eyes close in their ecstasy
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 17, June 17th: Rensaku
Fandango’s Story Starter
As the auctioneer’s gavel came down, all eyes turned to her. It was only natural and not meant as a condemnation…well all except the irate woman in the front row. That woman was the mother of the deceased and quite upset with her daughter-in-law who chose to sell every single piece of her husband’s belongings. There was no consultation with her, the mother-in-law scorned. By my estimation, well deserved!
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Fandango’s Story Starter #205
The Bag Lady 
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