MLMM Saturday Mix

And of course he spilled his coffee again. He gave up on trying to get the stains out of the couch. He just threw another coverlet over it, which he prided himself on that idea since the couch was much softer and comfortable with the extra layers. His mind often drifted into other genius ideas that came to him as he lounged in this room. The mini fridge had been a godsend and that brought him a smile as he thought of the electricity savings not opening and closing the large fridge repeatedly. Then the rolling footstool so that extra energy was not expended to remove it if and when he decided to leave his favorite space. Long straws so neck bending was kept at a minimum and pillows under his arms were available so his body did not have to move unexpectedly. Whenever some enlightened person came up with a way to combine bathroom and living room conveniences, he would truly be in heaven.

Story Starter – Saturday Mix, 24 February 2024

SoCS 2-24-24 – No Jonah

You can search hill and dale
looking for a best mate, a male
but I think you would fail
and shattered dreams would prevail.
I’ve often hunted on that trail
and I speak with great detail,
the journey is quick to turn stale,
as if the mate is a holy grail
and all attempts are to no avail.
Others seem to glean and sail
the offered visions of the vale,
landing the elusive whale—
taking strength on an impressive scale,
all perseverances bewailed
certainly be entailed,
but only the successful will tell the tale.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 24, 2024

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

“It was never my intent”, he began and having heard this line before, her friends shook their heads and turned away. That left Pen by herself in the den, the room full of trophies in polished glass cabinets and looming animal heads above. Pen always hated that room but tried her best to tolerate his macho tendencies. Jack could be a different person when they were alone, dropping the testosterone fueled competitive side. He could be a tender lover, but never in public or with coworkers. He was the “manly man”.

Weekend Writing Prompt #352 – Intent

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Afterglow? by rugby843 9-27-18

Must you leave?

Come here to rest

Lean in close, I’ll do my best

Do not wake or rise too soon

To leave me here all alone

When you do, your memory haunts

And those warm yearnings taunt

My body and my mind

When you leave me here behind.

Weekly Writing Prompt #160

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 23rd

From NPR – war:

Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine. After months of stalemate, Russia saw a victory when it occupied the eastern Ukrainian town of Avdiivka. Meanwhile, Ukrainian troops have made progress attacking Russian targets in Crimea, forcing Russia to move its Black Sea naval fleet. 

🎧 NPR’s Joanna Kakissis reports on Up First that Ukraine’s progress has made the Black Sea much safer. Ukraine says its grain exports are back to pre-war levels. Kakissis spent time in Kharkiv, near the Russian border. The second-largest city in Ukraine has been building schools underground and holding classes in subway stations doubling as bomb shelters. A Ukrainian teacher tells her that students just want to play outsideand they ask her every day when the Russians will stop “bothering” them. 

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Ovi Poetry – Negativity

4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like. 8 syllables or less per line. Rhyming is AAAb.

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Ice cream sweetness wanted, craved

Sugar cones or waffle engraved

Sugar indulgence misbehaved

Too bad I dropped it.

Clumsy fingers did not engage

Hot pavement received cooling swage

Cravings in unsatisfied stage

No pennies for another.

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I had to smile at the oxymoron prompt 👍🏻

Ovi Poetry Challenge 36: NEGATIVITY is your inspiration.

The Writer’s Workshop

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Lights and a siren again, as the fire engine pulled into the complex parking lot. It always arrived first in any crisis. The ambulance followed and the first responders jumped out. They had stopped the screeching fire alarm upon entry as old residents in pajamas filed out onto the street. Such an ongoing occurrence means no panic set in. This time the fire alarm had been triggered by frozen water pipes—I don’t understand the correlation, but I’m no plumber. Since the opening of this complex people including staff come and go. Acquaintances are brief.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for February 22, 2024

dVerse Poets

  • Choose at least one line (or you can go for the gusto and choose a few!) from the given selections to include in a poetic musing of your choice. 

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Red and satin ribbons

Seem enticing at the start

Tying hearts together

Not to be torn apart

The cardboard starts to fold itself as feelings tweak

“I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks”

Beginnings can be beautiful

So sad when the dream ends

Acts become dutiful

And romance doesn’t bend.

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Happy birthday, Kurt🎉