The Bag Lady

Share Your World 3rd June

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No Theme Thursday: 05/30/24

The whirring and clicking of the whimsical wind chimes dangling above seemed to talk to me. “There’s a storm coming, you’d better be prepared.” I am a poetry buff and I love putting them into song form, but today my mind was just drifting. The chimes’ warning nudged me out of my cluttered mind and I realized I’d better be going inside. I had taken a leap into the world of writing and was fortunate enough to get a small grant to continue my love of putting words to music. I decided to bring the chimes inside because their warning was correct, the wind grew strong and thunder sounded. I found an old book of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe which fit the weather perfectly. Now for some eerie music…

Wordle 657

I’m trying not to fill the reader today but there’s some prompts I can’t ignore and “slimy” is one of them, Fandango☺️

It was just me and Jimmy that day. He and I are best buds and each time we go in the woods, we have a fun time. We rode our bikes as far into the forest as we could and then it became too hard with roots and leaves bunched up. So we threw them down and proceeded on foot. Jim and I are always looking for adventure, something fun, something weird, or something strange that we haven’t seen before. Today was not going to disappoint.

We saw this big tree and it had an opening in the front. It looked like a cave even. It was big enough for us, well at least one of us to crawl in and see what was inside. I didn’t want to go and Jimmy being Jimmy, he just jumped in! I couldn’t believe it! All of a sudden he just disappeared. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I didn’t want to go in either to look for him. But what could I do, I had to go.

The first thing I noticed was it was like slimy, light green and soft all around the inside. I saw Jimmy’s head in front of me and I said “Jimmy are you all right?” He didn’t say anything, but when he looked up at me, his face was covered in that slimy green gunk. I reached down, took my hand and wiped his face off, and then he began to speak.

“Can you believe it Joe, can you believe it? I just fell into this hole and guess what, there’s things down here under my feet. I don’t know how far down this hole goes and Joe, I don’t want to find out. Can you pull me out? I can’t seem to get any traction. This stuff is so slimy and slippery.”

Luckily, I had not gone into the hole completely. My feet were still out side the tree, so I dug my toes in and started to back up. I grabbed Jimmy’s arm and pulled him and we finally got completely out of the tree. Jimmy’s face was white, and I could see he was really scared. We wiped off much of the gunk and there was a stream on our way home, so we cleaned ourselves up as best as we could so our moms wouldn’t be mad. We walked back out and found our bikes and rode home. Both of us were on our walkie-talkies that night thinking we’d like to go back and see what was down underneath, what creatures were there, what Jimmy felt with his feet—the things that were moving. Maybe someday we’ll have the courage to go check it out. It will be a while.

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FOWC with Fandango — Slimy

The challenge goes out around 6.00 am UK time, but pingbacks may not show immediately as they have to be approved manually and sometimes I’m late accessing my blog. I will get there, I promise!
Looking forward to reading your responses.

Your three words today are:
CRASH BURN FIZZLE

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I felt the crash, my heart succumbed

Seeing him, my brain went numb

Every part of me started to yearn

I even felt blood start to burn

Attraction first with his very presence

There was no ignoring his essence

Then quietly ardor started to drizzle

Sadly, the love affair just fizzled.

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Three Things Challenge #M713

Cellpic Sunday – Bear Creek Falls

This week for Sunday Confessionals, I would like you to create about this sentence : “The last time we were online”. The last time we were online would not be about me. I live alone and do plenty of researching online about many things. If I see or hear a word or phrase I don’t recognize, I look it up. I love looking things up, maybe I should have been a researcher or a journalist, or reporter. Honestly, journalist was one of my three career choices as a high school student. Instead I ended up in a permanent job for the federal government in a research facility. Long story short—which is definitely a rare occurrence—I fell in love and married at nineteen. That fact is also an explanation of my many forlorn victims of love in my writings. So confession made. See you around the watercooler☺️

Sunday Confessionals : Creative core

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His primary goal, is engagement.

Speaking aloud, so very proud, voicing vows.

He wants your attention, and your money.

He begs and pleads which isn’t funny.

He lies and triumphs in his deceits.

A worse politician (human?) you’ll never meet .

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Weekend Writing Prompt #366 – Monday

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For: https://thebeginningatlast9.com/2024/05/30/no-theme-thursday-05-30-24/

And SoCS 6-1-24