The Bag Lady

A slight peek

At rosy cheeks to come

A greening bush

With April blush.

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https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/April-writing-prompts/01/04/2019/

A dream

Unimaginable today

In these times of discord

But a dream worth dreaming.

https://helenevaillant.com/2019/04/09/what-do-you-see-april-09-2019/

“Success!” Staring out the airport window, Joe realized those rain dances had actually worked. He didn’t expect there to be nonstop torrents. Smiling in glee thinking, now she’s sorry, stuck at the airport, not a honeymoon.

Revenge was sweet but unending rain was a bit worrying.

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Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

Well how could I possibly ignore this word? Thanks a lot, Fandango!

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You might know me

You might not

However

I won’t put you on the spot

I wouldn’t want to be described

As cantankerous

But every time I read the news

I’m sure I give those vibes

I’d rather be likened to amorous

Or even glamorous. . .

That’s not gonna happen. . .

http://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/09/fowc-with-fandango-cantankerous/

When I heard the Game of Thrones television show was having a contest, I knew I was up for the competition. I loved body painting and now was my chance to be seen worldwide! I won, as you can see from the photo above. I was voted Most Becoming from the North!

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/photo-challenge-258/#like-17932

Only response for me is “You’re the Top” by Cole Porter. Mr. Porter didn’t have much of a singing voice but he certainly had a way with words. Check out the lyrics of classics such as “Anything Goes” sometime.

Tops – Word of the Day Challenge

A momentous occasion, looked forward to by all. It was to be the “announcement of the century”. At least that’s what the posters proclaimed.

Unfortunately no one showed up. Everyone had given up, there could be no good news to be found on this earth. Everyone stayed home in their own tiny worlds of fear and disappointment.

Years, centuries of promises from campaigns of politicians, religious zealots, even well meaning humanitarians, all had just given up. The poor, the homeless, the sick, needy, the faithful, the agnostics, all tired.

Slowly disappearing green, piles of unrecycled waste, over hunted, over fished, polluted in every way possible, planet earth was dying.

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8

“Why is this so heavy?” Sarah Sanders was having security guards drag a huge bag out of the White House through the secret back entrance. It seems Mr. T had finally been caught out for good and didn’t want anyone to see him sneaking out of the House. Unlike past President Nixon, holding up his arms saying “I am not a crook”, Mr. T chose to be the coward we know he is.

(Alarm sounds and I wake from my beautiful dream)

**no offense to the real Mr. T

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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/story-starter-challenge-april-8/#like-7305

So finally received a note from the happiness engineers:

Key words: free site (so you get what you pay for)

sometimes place ads – (yes, four of them, every post)

Ads determined by location, browsing history (to be clear, I have never looked up foot fungus, swollen legs, stretchy underwear, or life insurance, to name a few)

Paid plans (no ads)

Upgrade your site (you know you want to) uh huh. . .

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https://rugby843.blog

Mountain sunset scene

All curling up for the night

Sleeping safe, serene

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https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/04/08/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-248/serene-scene/