The Boss

Joe had gained a lot of weight and now he was just cumbersome. He had never been an athlete of any kind and now sitting in an office chair all day did not help. Every nibble seemed to strike a new mound on his already uncontoured shape. He seemed destined to just be in his office and vegetate while rumors flew as to “the bigwig fulfilled his name”. Joe resigned himself to their cruelty and opened the donut box again.

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RDP Monday: CUMBERSOME

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/16/fowc-with-fandango-vegetate/

cruelty

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Your Daily Word Prompt – #Nibble- #YDWordPrompt October 16 2023

MLMM Wordle

You cannot domesticate or customize a feline. You may pledge to do so, support or even promote the errant theory you are its master, but the cat will tease you with its magnetism. It will let you take its portrait, but after that, its animation changes, shattering any idea of thinking you have control over it. It may even leave you an aromatic gift in your slipper. The idea of controlling a cat is a fantastical dream.

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Wordle #344

Seasonal Stress

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Temps outside freezing

Inside we’re sneezing

Old ones are wheezing

It’s the colder season

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Leaves are drifting

Clouds not lifting

Fog is sitting

Get out the knitting

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Season turns colder 

Aching bones feel older

Squirrels getting bolder

Fireplace smolders

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Halloween hovering

Christmas is shoving

Since July it’s been coming

Stores already humming

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Seasons no more 

Based on nature’s core 

Rushed monthly scores 

Commercialized galore.

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“Holiday creep is real. Halloween costumes fill store shelves in August, pumpkin-flavored everything is on the menu by Labor Day, and Christmas gifts and decor are everywhere a month before Thanksgiving. It often feels like too much, too soon.” http://www.nytimes.com

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Six Sentence Story

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Being an efficient person, (I prefer that adjective to the more critical—“you might have OCD”), I rarely do anything one at a time, and usually it is a combination of tasks. Over the years it has become a habit and as I sit here writing this I am drinking coffee, which doesn’t seem like much of a challenge, but I am also clumsy. Listening to audio books I either play an online game or do jigsaw puzzles. If I’m going from one room to another I always make sure I carry everything I might need or need to place somewhere else—just thinking maybe that’s why I seem clumsy? That probably makes no sense, but the sentence seemed efficient to me. My sense of humor prevents me from being overly critical…of myself.

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https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/10/15/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-284/

The Sunday Whirl

I walked out to see the neighbor standing by a small fire she made in the garden. I was sorry to see a favorite dragonfly lying near. I learned that three of the pale wings had been singed but the fourth seemed mostly intact. My eyes looked upon the old one with scorn. She was a jealous witchy woman and the dragonfly might not recover. The beautiful insect tried to stretch the barely harmed wing but it only caused her to spin around. It would take a magical fairytale ending for her to fly again. The crone chuckled as she trudged out of the garden we shared. She would never know the love of nature as I do.

Wordle 624

SoCS 10-14-23 – Fix

It is unfixable, my cabinet by the couch that held plug ins and usb ports and was very handy. Of course it was my fault for I usually put my latte on the top while reading blogs in the morning. My elbow hit the arm of the couch, spilled the liquid and shorted it all out and ended up a sticky mess. It had been a bedside table for a while and it was almost ten years old so no complaints. It’s still usable but I miss the ports😳😂

Enjoy the cool weather🎃

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 14, 2023

MLMM Saturday Mix

Time was passing too quickly. Soon they would catch up to him. He glanced at his watch, it was getting dark and he couldn’t use the headlights or surely he would be caught, then ripped out of the vehicle, and only handcuffed if he was lucky. He had to laugh at that thought—lucky.

He swerved to the right and hit the dirt road in a flurry of dust. Then he saw his destination, the water and hopefully, the boat. It looked just like the image his accomplice had sent him in email.
Let me be “lucky” one more time he thought, and couldn’t keep a wry smile from his lips as he saw the vessel on the shore. Jumping out of the car and awkwardly running to the boat, he suddenly stopped.

The boat was there as promised, but up close he could see it was filling with water. The moon now out in full, he sank down in the sand, realizing he had been betrayed. As the police car’s colorful lights loomed up behind him, he could not help but laugh at the irony.

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Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 14 October 2023

Unicorn Challenge

A magical new weekly writing opportunity from him – C. E. Ayr – and me.
The rules are
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.

Preparation

Grassy plains swirl and dance with autumn winds and chilled lakes await skaters’ blades. Mountains not yet peaked with snow loom in the distance while furry covered beings make ready in its hollows. Autumn is swiftly passing and the feeling of hurried behavior wafts over the land.

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