The Writer’s Workshop

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This, another horrid week in the news, I chose a story of our medium sized dachshund, Peanut. So named by my husband who brought her home and she did look like a peanut, small and he purchased her from a pet shop that had a bunch of white poodle babies and a small peanut looking pet. He thought she would make good company for me as I was in my first pregnancy, sick on the couch for the first three months. She became a smart, friendly, able to learn tricks quickly, and a neighborhood favorite. A story I’ve told before was many years later when we were traveling from Houston to Vermont. We had a 1966 mustang I still miss, and three kids in car seats in the back along with Peanut. One time we stopped for a snack, left Peanut in the car and she got into the fishing tackle box, I don’t know how, but we came back to find her tangled in line and lures. It was a miracle that she did not get hurt or stabbed or cut in her curiosity.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: March 31, 2026

Fandango’s Story Starter

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Muted lights filled the walkways when at midnight, the abandoned amusement park came alive. Soft accordion music rang through the booths of games that opened their shuttered curtains, and small people ran to play. The workers of the daily booths let their children play at will, no fees paid. It seemed a happy atmosphere until early morning when once again the booths closed, shutters down and locked, resting till the park opened at ten in the morning.

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SYW 3-30-26

Here are this week’s ad hop questions:

1.  Can you speak a second language? I wish I could.


2.  Can you remember any popular novelty gadget from the past that is not so widely available today? Walkman


3.  Can you juggle? Nope


4.  What is your favourite snack food? Nachos

Gratitude: I am grateful my granddaughters got together and saw the game at Mile High stadium! They were even on the Jumbotron 😀

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Share Your World 30th March 2026

MLMM Wordle

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Jill, only six, clung to her father in the cold rain. She had only known him a short time because he had been deployed since she was small. He threw himself into a mindset, a resolve to have this day special. And then it started raining at the park. He just held onto her during the storm and she somehow knew he was safe and would protect her.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #470

dVerse Poets

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You don’t have to look far to see the mad March hare. He stands in front of a big White House in Washington, DC.

the March winds prevail

bringing a sorrow and guilt

blowing the dark evil ways

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mad as a hatter they used to say

this is merely another way

the evil spirit declares the day

“let’s have a war in which I play

the king and all laws go away”

generals, remember to pray

even judges cannot sway

while innocent children suffer the slay

where is the angel of peace you say

flown with the mad march hare this day.

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Haibun Monday 3-30-26: Mad March Hare