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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 9, 2023
Story starter:
Bella barked furiously, as simultaneously, as knock rapped at the front door…and of course I knew who it was. He called earlier that night to say he would be coming and even though I didn’t have time to pack yet, I was ready. Bella knew it too. She hated when I left even for a weekend. And…she hated him. She was always watching him and never offered herself to be patted. It was if she saw something I didn’t and I should heed her instincts. I grabbed a few things as he seemed anxious to hurry out. Doing so I forgot my cel phone.
The trip to the lakeside cabin was not as long as I thought and we arrived at ten. He seemed quiet and stirred up the fire he immediately made and I set out a few snacks I had brought. I was ready for an evening of romance.
About midnight, he started to pace and I thought, oh no, he’s brought me here to break up. He went to the window, parted the curtains to reveal a huge harvest moon. He turned back to me and changed. I write changed here, as a mild report, but what really happened is indescribable. At first it was his eyes, then his body and last, his face, twisting into a lupine shape, always keeping red eyes on me. I tripped back onto the sofa, incredible, but not actually fearful, which is a mystery even to myself. He came towards me slowly, hesitantly and his eyes softened. He reached out a paw since he was now a full wolf shape and I took it. He then laid down at my feet and that is how we spent the rest of the night.
The morning light revealed him lying there, still, but now human again. He looked up and said softly, “this is why Bella hates me. I had to show you, otherwise you would not have believed me. I mean you no harm, but this is the real me when the full moon comes. I’ll never hurt you but want you to know the truth.”
I sat down beside him and accepted the life we would live.
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Story Starter – Saturday Mix, 9 September 2023
Given the current climate of the world’s problems which we all wish could be solved by a flick of someone’s or something’s magic wand, we try our best to cope. Many people cope in the simplicity of gardening.
A flower garden as a child was a coping of sorts, but the larger vegetable garden was spectacular. Pulling out a fresh carrot to wipe off on your jeans and devour on the spot is coping with added satisfaction.
I suggest that gardening is a worthy task that other rewards cannot achieve. Provisions sitting on your dinner table or the scent of a peony blossom filling the home can bring a feeling of contentment, accomplishment and joy. Maybe gardening is the plausible answer, keeping hands and minds busy without ever present technology. I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.
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Prosery: When it comes to Katherine Riegel
The neophyte model shyly peeked out of the draped curtain to assess the vibe of the audience—a coterie of specialized high priced store owners. Every woman and man seated could be a fashion plate for the next issue of “Vogue”. As the emcee stepped onto the platform to give his welcoming speech, the camera flashes could have made you blind!
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/09/07/three-things-challenge-m444/CURTAIN DRAPE BLIND
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RDP Thursday – FASHION PLATE
http://cyranny.com/2023/09/07/neophyte-word-of-the-day-challenge/
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/09/07/fowc-with-fandango-vibe/
Your Daily Word Prompt – #Coterie- #YDWordPrompt September 7 2023
“If Trump wins the GOP nomination for president, as seems highly likely despite (or because of) his coming trials, all Americans who believe in democracy must unite behind Joe Biden — to ensure that Trump, in the words of then-Rep. Liz Cheney, “never again gets anywhere near the Oval Office.”
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Entering the unusual house with more than odd occupants, feeling confident which quickly subsided,
There was a sight feeling of destiny as his stiffly minded consciousness started to melt. What was this place and why did he feel compelled to visit?
Creatures as yet unknown to him, curiously eyed the newcomer, yet he felt somehow already known.
Fantasy beckons him, he whose life resembles an unending assembly line, is now experiencing something unusual, something enticing and excitingly new.
Should he turn away or let the spirit of the house win him over, or can it? Linus steps inside and may find adventure or disappointment, but indeed a challenge and we all need challenges in life.
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I have no idea if this is what you are looking for in the prompt. The book I refer to is “The House in the Cerulean Sea” by T.J. Klune.
#WRITEPHOTO – Stagnant
no peace found
pause on moving day
find a place
keep smiling
new home might not be so bad
I do love this box.
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Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines
http://christinebialczak.com/2023/09/05/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-09-05-2023/
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