Not a novel concept, unable to face the world alone, always prevalent in the vast darkness of a sleepless night. When Sara wakes, her routine of walking the beach begins. Sara silently offers a prayer to keep the river of guilt far from her mind. Seeing the waves every day is a haunting ache, a reminder of what she did, and what she failed to do. Sadly, keeping those secrets will never end, just as the sea flows constantly over the sand.
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A joyful stroll down a quiet street
In town known for Christmas treats
There is no joy for Halloween
Never a ghost or goblin seen,
Yet underneath the righteous church
Held in cages made of black birch,
Lawmen’s watchful eyes are at work.
See only the peaceful view of town
Villagers don’t venture down
Underneath the snowy streets,
Where the law and evil meet.
Secrets there in dungeons dark
Are quite a contrast to snowy parks
Where people stroll on sidewalks, clean
And under the church is never seen.
Wealthy holiday visitors are invited
Holidays show above town exciting.
Down in the bowels beneath the crosses
Pain and death cause many losses.
Women are held in cages strong
Women held many years long
Lawmen keep their distance, safe
When by the “witches”, quicken their pace.
Above a peaceful white Christmas card
But under is blood red and survival hard.
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No Theme Thursday: 08.08.24
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No Theme Thursday: 08.08.24
Handmade scary
Always wary
Of other cooks
Even it looks
Appetizing
Hands sanitizing
Some people don’t
Therefore I won’t
Partake.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #376 – Handmade
Use this as an open-link opportunity and forum to share something…anything… of your own.
Whatever you like, the floor is yours!
I’m going to share some great news from “Stars and Stripes”:
Showcase & Share – Saturday Mix, 10 August 2024
Is it me or did we just sail this ship a day ago? Time is passing fast, look at the date! Me and the years are like ships in the night—okay. That wasn’t even funny or interesting. My writing talent ship has sailed. Okay! No more! I’m actually having a great few days as it has been raining! That’s an oddity for Wyoming and my patio plants are loving every drop of it. And it saves me multiple trips with a gallon jug of water in my lap going from the kitchen sink to the patio. On an even brighter note, my granddaughter’s 18th birthday will be celebrated on Sunday, so 🥳YEA!
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 10, 2024
Magda’s powers were awesome, but had their limits. Tonight she was pulling out all the stops, from every bottle of potion, and lit every candle with the meaning of change, gathered every map for the continuation of good, and waved her hands over all. Chanting the incantation she hoped would save the world as it was a second century ago, she felt a change. Magda wanted to see it again, when things were normal for her kind, when men were brave and fought for freedom, when a king ruled for the greater good. She relaxed her arms, and felt a relief. In the morning she would see if her spells worked.
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No Theme Thursday: 08.08.24
My daughter and her 18 year old daughter were riding in the car to Denver. Then this song started playing, the granddaughter’s new favorite😳. I said, what, is this an old fifties song? Nope, just released a few days ago. 🤯 How cool is this?
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Love my garden joy
When come drops of rain
Petals seem to reach
For nourishment cast
Joy in the watching
As the seasons pass
Blooms are a bonus
Alas, never last
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Gardening is fun
Joy easily seen
Patience it does teach
With constant aid, sun
New gardener, I
Not a number one
Trying to learn fast
Need a master class.
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MTB: An Octameter for August and Sara Teasdale
“That’s him!” I shouted, as he was fast walking out of the terminal. Unfortunately the train kept on rolling and I couldn’t get off. I grabbed my radio and practically yelled into it, “Joe, you’ve got to stop him! He has the case and he’s walking out of the terminal!” Joe stood at the entryway of the train station. As soon as he saw the man with the case, he approached him.
“Well that was a close call. She’ll get off at the next stop so we’d better be quick.” Joe motioned for the other man to get into his car and the case secured in the trunk. Joe felt badly for the woman, but he needed the money, the tired excuse for many betrayals.
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Weekly Writing Prompt
The Bag Lady 
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