MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

Image: England Spring by: E

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Crystal liquid drops

Promise of new beginnings

Gratitude in green

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Raindrops clinging

Spring storm ever releasing

Earth’s moisture relief

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #97

“Only a few more days till we can be together, I can’t wait!” She whispered these words to him, hoping her voice would carry for him to hear. They were always separated until twice during the year, and even then, too brief.

The wolf and the hawk had always loved each other, but since the curse, they could only see each other for a brief moment each day. The equinox was their only longer time together, sharing a lifetime of love in moments.

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/weekend-writing-prompt-97-equinox/

FOWC: Order

Step right up, this booth’s open

If you’re tired from that shopping

Haven’t had your daily chow?

Well I can remedy that right now!

We have the special on blue plates

For a much cheaper rate

Also burgers, eggs and grits

Our steak fries will give you fits

Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry shakes

Our guy in the back, they’re the best he makes!

Now do you want to see a menu

Or take your order?

Whatever your choice,

It’s a guaranteed corker.

FOWC with Fandango — Order

MLMM Saturday Mix

Our three words, using onomatopoeia are:

▪ jangle

▪ ooze

▪ squelch

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She wore long ones, with drops that jangle

Always her choice, with noisy dangles

She never took her friends’ advice

“Why not wear something nice?”

They were just trying to help

Her fit in, but could not squelch

Her uniqueness–how it would ooze

From all her being by what she’d choose.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/16/saturday-mix-sound-bite-16-march-2019/

#writephoto ++

It was all a misunderstanding. She never meant for anything to actually disappear, it was a mistake! Dressing up like a witch was Julie’s way of showing her independence. The rest of the villagers could wear those drab colonial outfits, but she wanted to stand out and make her presence known.

Julie’s parents didn’t know how to handle their twelve year old daughter. They were just looking forward to her thirteenth birthday when she would be married off to be someone else’s problem like her sisters before her. Of course, Julie had no plans to marry. She thought dressing up as a witch would scare off any possible suitors.

Only hearing stories handed down in adult conversations, Julie imagined that witches had powers. She wanted power. She needed the strength of it to leave her parents and this village. She secretly practiced spells on the cat. This day she made up a few words, waved her twig of a wand and pointed at the cat. Poof!

Julie’s family removed the witch clothing and hung the hat in the yard. Poor Julie was doomed from that day on. Justice not served.

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Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

FOWC with Fandango — Power

Justice – Word of the Day Challenge

FFF #4 – Foolish Incantations

I see you there, no need to hide. I knew you were always around, somewhere close. Are you here to mock me, remind me of his absence? No matter how I tried to fill the gap you left behind, you were always there. Now that he is gone too, I thought you’d be together, wherever that is.

https://rugby843.blog/2019/03/14/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-4/

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/