Venus has niches
Famous sculpture of beauty
Nicks made unique
An artist’s presentation
The idea of a woman
https://rugby843.blog/2018/02/02/february-writing-prompt-niches-nicks-day-2-28/
MLMM Tale Weaver 157 – Princely Pride
I’m here. You probably don’t see me, but I’m here, right under the surface of this stream. Well, most of me. Unlike real frogs, I can’t breathe underwater. Yes, I’m a frog. Deal with it. And yes, it was a curse, and yes, my own fault.
Sit a minute and I’ll tell you of my enchantment. People use that word as if it’s something wonderful, a great dream come true. That’s bull hockey! You see me? See what I look like? All slimy, green with a horrid skin condition? You think that’s enchantment? And these feet? My god, I know they’re good for jumping, but just try finding a pair of shoes that fit! I digress.
It was an ordinary afternoon in my life, about twenty years ago, when it happened. It was the usual, king wants his son to marry a certain princess so the kingdoms would be allies, the every day life of a monarchy. Of course I was the king’s son, due to marry this absolute dolt of a girl from the next kingdom. What? You know this story? Well just sit there and listen.
It was on this day the king, my father, decided to hold a ball celebrating my engagement to this neighbor girl. Of course she was a princess, but as the prince, I knew I was too good for her, besides I wanted to make my own choice. I stormed out and rode off into the forest. It was then it happened.
I was riding and decided to stop and rest by this very stream. Yes, twenty years ago, I was here, sitting right where you are now. As I rested I thought I heard a voice. It was low and croaky. I was intrigued, so I listened carefully. It was a frog telling a story of a trick played on him. I was so interested I leaned in to hear him better, just like you are now. Suddenly I fell in the stream, and when I looked, I saw my reflection in the water. I was a frog! I couldn’t believe it!
(Splash!)
My son, the nurse, sent this to me…
Btw, he was a standup comic at one point. Once you stop laughing, you realize she is right
Tell Me A Tale 2-1-18
The worst Valentine’s Day ever. . .let me think. It could have been grammar school when I failed to receive a sixth grade boy’s love note. I guess you could say I adored him from afar. He lived about two or more miles down the road. He was two years older and the cutest boy I knew. Blondish brown hair, huge smile and blue eyes.
My sister, six years older and I, used to ride in a tiny wagon with wooden wheels down to visit him. The cart was pulled by our collie mix, Ring. We would all play together as friends, but I held onto that crush until my junior year in high school.
Truly a fourth grade Valentine disappointment.
Daily Prompt: Profuse
Exuberantly plentiful is the meaning I choose today for this Prompt. I was so tired from the schedule of my neighbors that I went to bed early last night, ten o’clock. Try as I might, the profuse voices from the upstairs kept me awake.
They started by playing “Super Freak” loudly at eleven. The only reason I know this song is because I really enjoyed the movie “Little Miss Sunshine”. Anyway, about an hour later I thought, great, quiet. That’s when the arguing started. Only hearing muffled yelling and no actual words, my curiosity lures.
Then after a while, as I’m doing a word game cause I can’t sleep, I hear a distinguishable, “are you sure?” My first thought was to yell up to the ceiling, “yes, I’m sure! Now shut up!”
Of course then I just started laughing at that thought. Strange I know, but living by yourself, you get these strange notions…..😂
MLMM Wordle 185
The railroad crowd was dense. The evening commuter line shuffled into the waiting cars like sheep waiting to be dipped. The mundane contrivance of everyday life was personified in their expressions. Onism of the masses, each feeling a loss of promise of sought after goals.
I hesitate to condemn these people, I’m sure the inside of their minds might share love, possibly a dream. It’s this flirtation that can hearten their soul, a mandala for future happiness.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/01/29/wordle-185/
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 31st 2018, Blue Moon
A beauty in blue
A mesmerizing appeal
To outshine the stars
100 Word Wednesday – Cell Blues
She said meet at the corner. Yes, at that place she loves. You know, that building that actually IS a corner? Yep, that’s the one. Ugly as sin if you ask me. No, she’s not here yet.
Well, I’m sorry about that, but she said she really needs to see me. Yes, I know I promised, but. . . okay then, just be mad. I’m tired of always having to apologize when I have to change plans with you. I cannot predict when she needs me.
Maybe we need to call it quits. Gotta go!
Hello, mother. How are you feeling today?
https://bikurgurl.com/2018/01/31/100-word-wednesday-week-56/
Daily Prompt: Conveyor
Communication
Orator
News
Views
Evocative
Yammer
Obloquy
Reiteration
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