I just started reading a new book by Jack Carr and James M. Scott entitled “Targeted Beirut“, about the 1983 marine barracks bombing, and the untold origin story of the war on terror. “The first in a new in-depth nonfiction series examining the devastating terrorist attacks that changed the course of history.”
He was a rogue, obviously, but did have somewhat gentle hands. Apparently the sentinel in front of her home was on a coffee break when the fragile woman was taken hostage. The silver heart bracelet she always wore was ripped away when he took her hand. She lay tonight, heart pulsing, the memory of her abduction fresh as it came every night, and finding no solace for her in the silence of her bedroom. These five years since, the recurring nightmare plagued her. She was rescued, her captor imprisoned, but there was still no peace for her.
• Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word string (past tense of it is ok also.) • Post your Quadrille piece on your blog and link back to this post. • Place the link to your actual post (not your blog url) on the Mister Linky page. • Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy. • Please visit other blogs and comment on their posts! • Have fun (but only if you want to!)
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Joe checked the strings on his guitar He certainly didn’t want to mar The love song he had written for her All the while hoping she would concur With the words poetically strung in a loving song Asking for her to belong To him.
1. Did your parental home have a ‘parlour’ or front room reserved only for when you had visitors? No
2. Did you ever go to stay with relatives during the school holidays? No
3. Did relatives (cousins, grandparents) come to stay with your family in the holidays? Yes, loved that, it was crowded coziness!
4. What do you remember from the 1960s. Alternative question for readers who were born later than I was (1956) What decade do you remember the most about?I turned 18, got my first real job – for the government, married and my two sons were born, man landed on the moon and flower children were protesting the war in Vietnam.
Gratitude: I am grateful that my granddaughter arrived safely for a home visit!
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers. PROMPT WORD: CLAW
His glimpses of her wet lashes touched his heart. He didn’t mean for his secret dream to plague her. Her mere presence in the bedroom made his breath halt, his heart jump, and a fire rise up in his body. He told no lies as he spoke his desire for her in breathy whispers, his hands touching her ever so lightly, holding gently. She also had the feelings he expressed and her tears were only a passionate response.
In a sorcerer’s hut there was a man, in the bathtub. Unfortunately the man was stuck. Now you might think that being a sorcerer and a man being stuck in the bathtub in a sorcerer’s hut might be no problem at all. After all, there is a magic man handy! But of course I could be wrong. I could write the true story here, get a laugh out of it, but of course, the man in the tub would think it was quite rude. A fat man in a tub is sort of funny all by itself. Because naturally using the word fat means that he’s probably stuck in there. Maybe not. Possibly the true story is that the sorcerer and the man are in the tub together, and not to be taken literally, one was large and they were having a good time. Who doesn’t like a bubble bath?
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