Joe’s body started to weave and the voices in his head louder to be screams. He tried to follow the edge of the pit, but it seemed to spiral down. The bones in his legs were weakening and he raised his arms to his temples with horrible aching. All of a sudden there were sparks in front of his eyes while the desolate underworld opened up to see a fast moving current of muddy water below. Joe knew he was going to fall into hell.
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Wordle 768
Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing! This picture is of a lighthouse illuminated against a dark twilight sky.
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that traditional American haikus and senryus consist of three lines in a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. The haiku describes nature or a season, and the senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
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daring the darkness
standing out for travelers
a simple lighthouse
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barely lighting, still
through a bevy of black clouds
rise up for safety
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SenHai Saturday #63
Some days I could sit here in my lodge
Staring at all the “needed” hodgepodge
A laziness I sometimes allow myself
Ignoring it like dust on the shelf
Other days it bothers me
It’s a jumble of trash I see
Nothing special or of worth
I hate to admit
It’s been like this since birth!
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Weekend Writing Prompt #479 – Hodgepodge
Well there goes another month! I can’t believe how fast this year is going and August here in Wyoming means it’s time to vote! Please do! There’s no luck of the draw here, folks, it’s your vote that makes changes happen. Have a fun weekend!
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 1, 2026
Dressing up was torment
Having to tuck your shirt
Weather being torrid
Unable to look pert
Dave decided to go native
Dressed up as from a cave
All went well until
His mom began to rave
Get inside this minute
Your lack of dress is not accepted
Go back to your room
Dave felt relieved
To leave the yard
And sit in his A/C bloom.
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Three Things Challenge #MM502
Date taken unknown. My eastern sky view from our carport in China Grove, Texas. Some evenings I go out there to feel less alone, even when I stand out there all by myself.
©2026 Jill Witherspoon. All Rights Reserved.
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solitary sight
stands off the main drag
useful for a bird
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Haiku Fridays with J-Dub #14
Is the Quadrille new to you? Here’s what to do:
No need to panic! The Quadrille is really quite simple when you boil it down: pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title. Include some form of the word “Care.”
Post your piece on your own blog and link here using the Mr. Linky icon below. The Quadrille prompt is open all week, so feel free to stop by anytime you like. Also, please remember to read and comment on your fellow poet’s work.
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The word is care
Never rare
But beware
With overshare
People say how are you
No wait for reply
Try to answer
But as if they’re a dancer
Swish you around
No listening for sound
Don’t stop their beat
Keeping on, on the street.
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Q. 252 – Quadrilling without a care in the world Â
Turkey Talk
The rafter of turkeys climbs the tired tree trunk, every gaggle talking at once about the overcrowding problem. All gobbles trying to be louder than their neighbor, wanting their personal point of view heard. Only a tiny group of yelping heard from the highest up the tree. They knew they were the elite, not only in climbing, but the most talented to design the newest community. Purring was resonating from the older, quieter generation, taking their time at the bottom of the yielding trunk, as they were empathetic to its fate of change. The youngsters were just giving excited clucking.
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31 July 2026
The old necromancer sat in his high backed overstuffed chair, and let out a loud toot. Accompanied by a huge unexpected yawn, the hopefully temporary flatulence was released. Too many of those “happy” cookies, he admitted to himself. His wife baked the treats whenever rainy weather came. It always boosted clientele.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Bag Lady 
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