Cat

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
They tend to get in spats
those eerie black cats
Always want their way
their wild black fur on display
Sitting on brooms
when Halloween looms
To be a witch’s friend
till the holiday ends
Then ride back to the witch’s abode
To sleep awhile the morning cock crows.

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https://toy.photography/2020/10/27/tourmaline-s-halloween-challenge-bat/?amp=1

Six Sentence Story

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
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It could have been a film, one of those overly saccharine movies where the outcome is no surprise. I should have recognized it right away. Everything was too perfect. I chose not to reminisce about my threadbare heart, and the now thin thread was about to break. Maybe it was knowledge of the weakness that made me, pushed me, to test it one more time. I took the step unarmed, and found myself alone once more.

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https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-233/

Sijo Wednesday

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
IMGBIN.com

let me persuade you, please just shake off your hard earned veneer

there’s a festival waiting, it is life’s entertainment

to let yourself free to enjoy, is certainly not a weakness

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/10/13/rdp-thursday-veneer/

http://cyranny.com/2022/10/13/persuade-word-of-the-day-challenge/

http://fivedotoh.com/2022/10/13/fowc-with-fandango-weak/

http://ronovanwrites.com/2022/10/12/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-31-use-festival-as-your-inspiration-this-week-2/

dVerse Poets Prosery

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
Mary admired him…his dark lean stature, his black leather clothing, especially the air of mystery about him. The first time she saw him was a gathering at the basement club where jazz played every Friday.
Her first encounter she felt nervous but quickly drawn to him, following him to a private booth where he plied her with a sweet blood red wine. Mary was loosening her reserve.
Guiding her through heavy curtains, Mary followed with no anxiety, feeling stirrings of passion. She stumbled slightly and he swept her up to keep her from falling. She succumbed to his advances, thoroughly entranced by his presence. It was lovely she thought as he touched her, held her, kissed her deeply. Mary felt the prick of his fangs, and opened her eyes, realizing what he was. To her, death is quite romantic, falling back in his arms.

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http://dversepoets.com/2022/10/10/prosery-bob-dylan

Fandango’s Story Starter

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized

WHEN HE HEARD THE SOUND OF VOICES COMING FROM THE ABANDONED BUILDING, HE KNEW…he was right. Detective Joe Jones was usually right. In his thirty years as a detective his instincts were almost always correct. The young whippersnappers thought everything could be solved with a computer, but he knew better. On his direction, they entered the warehouse and found the stolen goods and their owner, tied up, but unharmed.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/10/11/fandangos-story-starter-67/#like-75817