The Bag Lady

It was the perfect place to lounge

Tired musicians from last night’s gig

Labeled ashtrays and glasses you could scrounge

One old drummer playing his twigs

The jukebox was full of jazz

Some played along but no real pizzazz

It was ten in the morning, smoke filled the air

Lungs complained but nobody cared

Some little boys from the neighborhood

Would sneak in to listen but knew they shouldn’t

Smaller fingers pretend to play

Dreaming that maybe one day

After a rousing night, they’d be found

Lazily sitting at the Dewdrop Lounge.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: January 6, 2026

Joe was extremely excited to be on the force, since police work was his dream since a child. His grandfather and father were cops and he wanted to walk the line with them. Joe’s first patrol took him to a street where drug activity was rampant, a testing ground for rookies. Suddenly Joe was on the sidewalk alone, his partner was inside a shop, hopefully watching. “Fresh meat here”, remarked a thug who walked by slowly, observing Joe. Joe’s partner came out of the shop and stood by Joe while the dangerous boys walked away.

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It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Blog Hop

Don’t you hate when that happens – Holding an opened quart of vinegar in my left hand, when top of honey bear falls off into bowl from my right hand and instinct kicks in and I tip the vinegar bottle, honey cap submerges in soy sauce and olive oil mix, and half of vinegar tumbles out of the bottle. I’m now covered in vinegar, honey and splashed up soy sauce. I’m so tired I just leave my dressing splashed mix on my clothes and clean up the kitchen. My hands and brain too tired to cook.

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One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan26 the 7th – I hate when that happens

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Wordle 738

Baby admired for her curls

Seemed the cutest one in the world

But undressed showed no lack

Curls all over her back

Wasn’t no human baby girl!

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

New Beginning

silence still

think of what’s been said

digest it

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“It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.” Pablo Neruda

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such a thing

surprise inaction

choose silence

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Share Your World 5th January 2026

I shouldn’t have said it, opened my big mouth and said what I’d wanted to for weeks. No more being a coward. No more just staring from afar. But today you looked so perfect, your friends all around you joking and having fun. I could never be in that group. No one looks at me the way they look at you. I would try to speak and then start stuttering, I’d be so nervous. But today, as soon as you stepped way from them, I decided to try. Today I moved into your space and said, “my name is Jake…I like you.” Dumb, I know, but I couldn’t say what I really felt. That close, I could hardly resist touching him and I definitely couldn’t say, “I think I’m in love with you.”

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 01/06/2026

Mother Nature is an incredible artist. My favorite tree.

This post is part of Just Jot it January, and the prompt word, “nature,” is brought to us by J-Dub. Check out her blog here!

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JusJoJan 5/26 – Nature

I found a secret when researching my family history, a witch? Some say she is now a ghost, but who really knows? All persons who actually knew this woman are now dead, possibly in the same dimension as she? There are old writings of her existence and what happened to her. I don’t think she was a witch, but experiencing the horrible effects of menopause. The way her actions were reported suggests it. In those days if a woman was not an obedient (barefoot and pregnant) person, she must be mentally ill or a witch. I wish I could travel back in time just to meet her and ask questions, possibly save her life. She was put in a dungeon and waiting to be hanged, and died there. I guess a small mercy is that she was not hanged.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #229