The Memorial

He sat in shadows thinking about the memorial to deliver the next day at gym assembly. A spy watching might think he was inventing a lovely speech to placate them. A teacher he privately despised and was told to memorialize was a segment of his career even though required, he felt he couldn’t do. This was the first time as principal he hated his job. The deceased didn’t deserve a rewarding commemoration, but he suspected he was the only one who realized it. The proof in hidden files were private. He labored over the words and finally decided to overgeneralize.

http://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/09/fowc-with-fandango-segment/

http://cyranny.com/2022/11/09/memorial-word-of-the-day-challenge/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/09/three-things-challenge-m142 Teacher, gym, assembly

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/11/09/spy/

https://rochellewisoff.com/2022/11/09/11-november-2022/

2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Prompt: create a title by filling in the blank – [blank] … of the … [blank] then write a poem for it.

Day of the Already Dead (lament)

Elections come and go

Any progress very slow

You could vote for Joe Blow

And changes still not show

Politicians spread their word

Only particulars are heard

Actual intentions often blurred

Usual protestations stirred

Voting is your right, your choice

It’s the only way to voice

Your own thoughts with poise

Ignoring all the lie filled noise.

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https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-9

dVerse Poetics

Your task, should you accept it, is to use at least one title, word for word, within your poem. Extra points if you use more than one! And don’t worry: all comments in response to your poem will be positive. No Razzies awarded at dVerse!

The lonely lady was swept away seeing the postman from battlefield earth. He often came under the color of night with an indecent proposal. Being a cat woman in disguise she knew all about the fifty shades of grey he offered. Shining through the other showgirls under the cherry moon, he listened to her purr with delight. She whispered softly, “I know who killed me” to which he suddenly dropped his cocktail.

“No worries” he uttered softly into her furry ear, “ I will find him”.

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https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/08/first-your-assistance-and-then-a-razzie-or-two/

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2022: Week #46.

The Six Easy Guidelines

A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning. Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.

All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 300 words in length. Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)

Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section. It is the desire of this blog to become a flourishing writing community.

The Chair

It’s just always there, seemingly waiting for its next occupant. It had many in the last three hundred years and all were quite enjoyable for the most part. It’s not easy for anyone sitting there, contemplating. It’s a hard choice to make. Moving on from the comfortable and familiar always is.

Today the chair will be occupied by Jane Smith, quite a looker in her day but that never mattered to her. Her purpose in life was to establish the understanding that women should have equal rights, a fight of sorts that wavers in accomplishments. Political winds change frequently and she strove to combat them.

She sat there wondering if she could have done more, thinking of the choice she had to make. Could she do more if she returned, or was it time to rest? She had raised her children to fight, carry on and they would continue her work. Her husband would also help. Jane considered these facts and decided to let go, it was time.

The chair rocked her quietly and then Jane started her forever sleep, comforted by the knowledge her family would resume their mission. It was only a few seconds the chair rocked, sending Jane to her future.

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https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2022/11/09/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2022-week-46/

Too Early!

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Jack and Jock decided to entertain at the fall festival. They were known as the dynamic duo of accordion players. People who had heard them before shouted out songs they wish to be played.

The famous couple decided to go with the Country Christmas theme and put on horse heads for laughs, which received a “right on” from the crowd until they started playing Christmas carols. It was only November first and the Halloween decorations were still up on the edges of the stage. The crowd booed until they played “We Gather Together”, and everyone clapped.

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http://christinebialczak.com/2022/11/08/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-11-08-2022/

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Her head was spinning
not a surprise
dancing under twilight
would be her demise
every turn, every step
she clung closer to him
she never saw his eyes starting to dim
she looked up now
found his eyes burned red
and as quick as a wink
she was laying there, dead.

http://godoggocafe.com/2022/11/08/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-november-8-2022/

Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is: CRAIG HAD TO CHOOSE A PATH, BUT GIVEN HIS HISTORY OF MAKING POOR DECISIONS, HE…decided to ask his best friend Joe to help.

“ Hors d’oeuvres!”yelled Joe.

“Yes. I thought why not? They’re tasty, bite sized, so no mess, come in all flavors and maybe wine?”

Joe interrupted, “for a bachelor party?”

“Sure, why not?”

“You realize these guys are all Seals, right? You know, frogmen? They don’t eat hors d’oeuvres, they rarely drink anything but beer and this is what you want to serve?” Craig shrugged.

http://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/08/fandangos-story-starter-71/