MLMM Wordle

Autumn always rustles my bones.

The falling leaves, harvest moonlit scents drifting in on cooler breezes.

Blustery days when a scarecrow tries to tear himself from the field to be free.

Round orange pumpkins sacrificing themselves to be Jack-o-lanterns or maybe they look forward to being on display, however brief.

Sitting by a fire, covered in a flannel lined ancient quilt, edges ragged but still warm.

Sipping a mug of cider made from crunchy red apples.

Wordle #341

SYW 9-25-23

1. Do you remember your first teacher at school? She was a single young woman from NYC to teach a one room schoolhouse of 24 students, grades 1-6.

2. What was your best and worst subjects? I loved every subject but math my worst in high school.

3. Were you encouraged in class or did you just muddle along? I was very shy so I guess muddling ☺️

4. Would you like to be a student today? No.

Gratitude: As always I am grateful for my loving family.

Share Your World 25th September

Six Sentence Story

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I’ve never been a fan of milk even growing up on a dairy farm. I was a skinny child, ate whatever I wanted but it was all healthy choices. My one room schoolhouse teacher thought I was too thin. Her solution was for me to draw a bottle of milk on the blackboard every morning in front of the rest of the 24 students showing how many glasses of milk I drank the day before. Needless to say I was humiliated even though I loved the teacher and knew she thought she was doing a good thing. A conversation this month on my birthday with an old friend and fellow student in those days, said she remembered the teacher drawing a cake for my birthday on the board—I told her I only remembered the milk bottles.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

FFFC – Bueller?

I guess I survived, maybe? I don’t see another living thing around me, so am I sure I am alive myself? Oh, cool, Eddie, two seconds after the world ends and you’re already talking to yourself! But did the world end? Hello, hello, is anyone out there? One minute I was sitting in the barber’s chair getting my monthly trim, then a bright light and now this! Was there a nuclear blast, did I have a heart attack and this is hell? It’s certainly no heaven because it’s hot, and sand everywhere, I hate sand. I’m not a beach person…okay so it must be hell. I never really believed it existed…hello? Hello?

Eddie continued trekking in the sand of which there seemed to be no beginning and no end.

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #235

“National Champions”

College football athletes—Three days before the college football national championship game, star quarterback LeMarcus James and teammate Emmett Sunday ignite a player’s strike — declaring they won’t compete until all student athletes are fairly compensated. With billions of dollars at risk and legacies on the line, the stakes couldn’t be higher. Now, with only hours until kickoff, their head coach and various power brokers must race against the clock to protect or destroy the prevailing collegiate athletics system.

I finished it with an unsatisfactory ending imo.

https://rugby843.blog

War

As I watched the Zelensky interview, which I hope you all took the time to do, I think you might have seen what I did. War caused from a bully trying to take what he thinks is owed, even from years before, is just a reminder that some things never change. Personally I think Putin will not stop until he rallies other forces like him with similar agendas to force themselves on the smaller entities. The humbled strength I saw (and this is my personal opinion) should be rewarded, aided, and revered. War seems a constant everywhere in the world and we don’t learn from our mistakes. If you need a video reminding you what war is really like, watch “Band of Brothers”.

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The Sunday Whirl

It was so rainy I looked outside to see my yard turned into a branch of the ocean. The stone wall separating me from the channel bar had shifted slightly; as if that was possible! Downed scarred trees started to drift by in the darkened water. My eyes were seeing what my mind could not honor. All the magical charms of safety were laid upon the hearth in hope of safety. As my home collapsed and I too was adrift, I saw the amulets and magic disappear.

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Wordle 621