Quadrille is a pocket-sized form of our own creation here at dVerse: a poem of just 44 words (not counting the title), including one word we provide. Today, I’d like you to tangle with the word touch.
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Quadrille #195 – Don’t Touch that Dial! (Stay and Write a Poem)
The couple’s sledge went asunder as it flew over the boundary of the hill. A farfetched idea of an unwanted fondle created the temporary loss of control by the steerer.
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Five Word Weekly Challenge (2408)
Share Your World 19th February
Redford stars as CIA operative Nathan Muir, who is on the brink of retirement from the field, when he learns his protégé Tom Bishop has been arrested in China on a charge of espionage. No stranger to the machinations of the CIA’s top echelon, Muir hones all his skills and irreverent manner in order to find a way to free Bishop.
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She entered the room to see a full on display of nude models in the startup artist studio. Sue had always wanted to be recognized as an artist and the coupon offering ten lessons for the price of five was giving her an opportunity. That’s what she thought as she gathered her supplies and drove to the studio. Sue was not a prude, who can be anymore, she thought to herself, but seeing three men completely nude in odd positions was a shock. She started to back up, trying to be discreet, when a young woman approached her, enthusiastically saying “So glad you’ll be joining us!” Sue tucked her supplies close to her and said, “I’ll pass.”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
Wordle 642
#Haikai Challenge II #6 (2/11/24): New Year (shinnen) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge
“Hey biggie, I dare you to touch it!”
“No way Charlie, even I hate snakes!”
“But it’s dead!”
“I can see that C, I’m not stupid…but it’s grodes!”
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If you find a dead snake, do not come into contact with the snake’s mouth, because dead snakes can still deliver venom through their fangs. Even a severed head of a snake still has the ability to inject venom when it is touched.
No Nonsense – Saturday Mix, 17 February 2024
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Waiting, standing, anticipating
Nerves alive, even grating
Never thought I’d feel elation
At a simple railway station
But here I am, debating
The choice of “online” dating
Pick an app, state your case
Everyone does it, no disgrace
Then decide to meet face to face
I should have just erased
The picture I had placed
Now I’m feeling so displaced
Train is coming, heart is raced—
Wow, can this be my mate?
They say all’s well that ends well
Think I’ve created a dream, a spell
But in fantasy I dwell
I think this date will turn out swell!
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Howdy doody! It’s Saturday SoCS by lindaghill.com and we’re off with the Prompt “yard.”
I’m in an apartment now and don’t have a yard. Besides the maintenance, I miss it very much. In Colorado at my old home built in 1940, we had a nice yard. Crab apple trees would be in full pink blooms today, the Forsythia in yellow, and the Bridal Veil in white. The English Sparrow babies would be peeking in and bobbing up and down outside the porch windows. The Iris would be in full bloom, along with white, lavender, and purple lilac bushes. The Colorado state flower, the blue Columbine, would be coming up and the Peony bushes budding. We lived on the Western slope where it was a near perfect seasoned climate. When it snowed in the higher mountains we were privileged to see beautiful snow topped peaks. I could go on, but you get the point, loved it!
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Apr. 29/17
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 16th
The Bag Lady 
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