Simply Six Minutes

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Sheila looked into the cage of her next victim. The hypodermic held so it could be easily observed by the caged person. Dressed as a nurse had little effect but her artificial right hand was obviously secured by chain mail around the wrist. She didn’t mind because it had no nerves to feel what pain it would inflict. The caged ones were not really people, only a few vagrants, useless to the outside world but easy to use here, inside. The liquid in the injection needle would be changed every few days until the desired effect was achieved. Her assistant opened the lock and she used her metal hand to grab the victim’s neck. Screams were heard by the others as the vial emptied into him.

http://christinebialczak.com/2023/10/10/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-10-10-2023/

Fandango’s Story Starter+

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

When she looked at her cellphone, she was shocked to see she had 33 voicemail messages. The entire romance was such an abrupt chain of events and then deciding to elope? The idea was a complete mockery of her culture. The cell phone never stopped ringing in her father’s rampant attempt to reach her. It had been twelve hours since she last contacted him. Now she was afraid to. She quickly packed her bags and joined her lover in a cab to the airport.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/10/fandangos-story-starter-118/

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

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/10/10/three-things-challenge-m477/ELOPE ROMANCE CULTURE

Your Daily Word Prompt – #Abrupt- #YDWordPrompt October 10 2023

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MLMM Wordle 343

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Members of the Formica generation, dissimilar in most other elemental ways, decided it would be fun to reseed interest in the countertops made in the early twentieth century. Their communication resulted in excitement among the older generation that had fond memories of the countertop marvel. The abstract patterns and bright colors, were now a virtual possibility on the internet, that likelihood not available in their prime housekeeping days. It was decided there would be three winners of the most voted for designs of years gone by. The winners could choose a new countertop installed in either of the following colors: crimson, blueberry, or forest green.

Wordle #343

SYW 10-9-23

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Here are this week’s questions:
1. Do you prefer a duvet, quilt or sheets and blankets on your bed? I have a lightweight quilt and a heavier one over a bottom sheet.

2. Do you sleep with one or two pillows?I finally found one I like! It’s a “kid’s pillow”
from Target

3. Do you prefer a single, double, or kingsize bed? I had a huge king bed for years but a single box type bed now, so much easier to make.

4. In the winter, do you have a hot water bottle or an electric blanket?Neither, I like it cold.

5. Fun question: have you ever slept in a hammock? 😀No.

Gratitude: I just had a lovely time with my 17 year old granddaughter and my daughter. It’s always fun and usually lots of laughter. At Target last week we were laughing so much it was embarrassing because I chose to use a scooter the store provided. It kept stopping and then jerking forward. Today getting my Covid shot I just used my wheelchair 😂

Share Your World: 9th October

dVerse Poets

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I stay in the garden under the star filled night’s canopy. Blushing now, even alone, I’m still feeling your furtive touch. It was brief, but reverberated through my body, my nerves first shy, then growing warmer, and yielding. As brief as it was, the look on your face revealed more desire than perhaps you should have shown. I too felt it, the pull between us, as I accepted your kiss on my neck. Sitting here now, still too fevered to go inside to my bed, the cool breeze helped. The moon had observed our reckless behavior and will keep our secrets. When I see you tomorrow surrounded by others, remember to keep your distance, for “you cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!”

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Prosery: The Voice of Helen Hoyt

Six Sentence Story

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I never knew what a “text” was until my grandkids told me. I think that was in the Middle Ages, as I barely had a cell phone that I barely knew how to use. To be honest they are a blessing and a curse as a lot of tech these days seems to be. Now I communicate almost entirely by text with them or my kids because it’s their way—actual phone calls might cause alarm😂. If I receive a text from the family and don’t immediately respond they get worried. Three or more text dings in a row and I know immediately who it is, and it starts with: Mom?

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/10/08/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-283/

MLMM

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I was impressed as we explored the Gettysburg battle site of the Civil War. Growing up in VT I learned about the infamous Green Mountain Boys but a road trip from TX to visit my folks in VT as a young mother took us through PA. In the 70s this area was full of bushes and I could see there were quite a few places a soldier could hide. This was the final fate of Lee’s Pickett who marched across an open field to his group’s death. Years ago the monument was in the middle of grasses and bushes but the scene shown here is quite serene and different. All in all back then, I was intrigued by how small the entire famous battle area was. Quite sad even today as I see the photos and that in two days time (July 1-3, 1863)
more than 35,000 people were killed.

Sunday Confessionals : Exploration

The Sunday Whirl

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There had been no slack of grief, no veiled sighs, just an oppressive bare emotion and after months, she was still held hostage by it. Any pockets of happiness, sympathetic words wrapped in hugs only quelled the sorrow for a short time. She’d been there before and at that happening, it was long expected. Each gathering now tried to reach the blissful heights of months before, but seemed unattainable.

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Wordle 623