The Bag Lady

“What? You don’t like it? I made it to inspire, to be the future monument representing our happiness!” Paul revealed the statue that combined his rendition of a short walk through their history…to follow a story of their family life. Melanie looked aghast. She was stunned, realizing what a mistake leaving her husband all to himself with his secret hobby.

“What exactly have you created here, Paul? It’s all discombobulated – a visual lie! Secure the covering immediately!” Then to the servants, “cancel all the arrangements for the unveiling tomorrow! This is a disaster!” Paul sank down next to the sculpture, defeated.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #449

Loss of her cats made her bitter

But didn’t miss smelly litter

A week not being thrown

When too many had sown

Seeds from many long time sitters.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

dry limbs reach

sun’s heat is too strong

desert loss

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the enemy, dry

stretched branches seeking rainfall

pleading with the clouds

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#SenHai Saturday – 11/1/25

Heritage, in today’s world, it can take on a myriad of meanings depending who is saying it. If our current president speaks this word it’s usually in a sentence explaining his new golden Oval Office, or it could be the billions of dollars involved in building a huge ballroom no one wants. He claims that the heritage of our country demands these “improvements”. Another use of this word comes from history and the indigenous tribes that first occupied our country. When I think of heritage I think of my grandparents and generations working and living before them.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #440 – Heritage

https://mymindmappings.com/2025/10/31/fandangos-flashback-friday-october-31st/

He threw the rest of the paint supplies onto the pile. He looked forlornly at the landscape but threw all the red paint to cover it. He wanted no memories of the painting or the house that lived on the canvas. Memories started again to bubble up like a meal of undigested food, rancid and vile. If he could destroy the painting, maybe the horrific thoughts of that house would cease to cluster on the edge of the sane part of his mind. It was the other side of his brain that conjured the unbelievable images. The sights tortured him.

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31 October 2025

This was my first thought because it is spot on whenever the word company is heard in my house:😄

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 1, 2025

Halloween vibes are circling young ones

Bicycling trips to graves increasing

Curiosity in minds starts its run

Ghosts and goblins arises not ceasing

Concerned parents start their ignored pleading

Monsters that have been patiently waiting

Use alluring spells constantly baiting

Children to facilitate monstrous acts

Evil characters are contemplating

But silliness covers up evil facts.

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Poetry Form: Dizain

You can tell if someone’s on the edge, on a ledge, seeking direction. Family and friends will try to help not realizing how close to it you are, how many times you shut yourself in the bathroom to soften your cries. They think they know you, and on the outside you seem fine. But I know that look, that hesitant smile, of being on the edge.

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Word Prompts

The marksman started to drool thinking of the slippers and reward after ridding the world of this interloper. The ruby slippers were rightfully his and he had caught this crook on video stealing them. Lining up the criminal’s head in the portal, gleefully pulled the trigger.

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