He lay there, dreaming of her. She lay beside him with that beautiful face, green almond shaped eyes, hair black and glossy as if coated in oil, and the best part, her sugary sweet lips. He could even taste her lips as the dream became reality with his new bride.
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Three Things Challenge #MM155
new black boots
need to be christened
waters dance
splish splash boots are blessed
children love puddles
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What do you see # 302- 18 August, 2025
Trying a new craft, Sara decided the rule would be not to spiral into depression if she couldn’t accomplish it. A dense failure would reveal her strong shell was just a sham. Shallow friends would send a draft of her fail with some knee slapping laughter. This was a signal that once again she was not the accomplished woman she strived to be.
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This one not easy😵💫
Wordle 719
“If I said that, you’d burn me at the stake! When Mary opens her mouth, it doesn’t matter what she says, you always look at her adoringly. Being the oldest in the family, I take the brunt of all they do. Mary, the baby of the family, gets away with everything!”
Joe, the dad, stood up and said, “I think I have a stake in the garage!” Everyone started laughing.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
After finishing “Bury our Bones in the Midnight Soil” fiction by V E Schwab, I saw the notice for a new book by Andrews and Wilson (Tier One, Sons of Valor, Jack Ryan series, etc.) “Sons of Valor IV- False Flag” fiction, and I’m listening to it now. Also, “The Girls Who Stepped Out of Line” untold stories of women who changed the course of WWII, by Mari K Eder, nonfiction. I like real and fiction stories of the military but a Schwab book is completely different.
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Stacking The Shelves (August 17, 2025) 📚📚
Audacity has practically lost its meaning, and its effectiveness when describing the actions of say, a president. The impudence of taking powers he doesn’t have, the arrogance, is becoming an everyday occurrence and we as constituents of the US are seemingly numb to it. After his seven and a half months in office he has succeeded in turning our democracy into a joke. Starting with the (supreme) court who might as well be titled “Trump’s court”.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #429 – Audacity
secret tryst
moonlight offering
love abounds
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darkness covering
moonlight rises so quickly
hurried meet for two
lovers’ daring encounter
conversation in whispers
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#SenHai Saturday – 8/16/25
Welcome to Week #148 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. (Psst! I have changed the guidelines recently.)
Prompt for Week #148 (Aug 16, 2025 – Aug 22, 2025)
Independent
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Independent thinking seems lost with Trump.
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Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #148 – Aug 16, 2025
It’s simple, treat others as you want to be treated.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 16, 2025
She glanced at it again, her heart full of sadness. Even though it was all right here, contained and saved forever, she couldn’t feel it. The tangible touch she wanted, needed, could no longer be. The jar was the utopian life she would never have.
It had started out as a joke, as her brother and parents always fell laughing at her expense. James, a close in age brother, always seemed to find a particular way of embarrassing her. Because of this, Mary spent a lot of time in her room, by herself, contemplating revenge.
She was reading the latest mystery novel when the idea came to her. Why not, she thought, after a certainly rough day with her family. The book described a witching spell that made objects small in size. Thinking at first it would be a funny joke on her brother, she made the potion. Putting it in his afternoon strong mint tea was the easy part. Seeing what actually happened to him as a result, sent her running back to the book for the anecdote. This spell was definitely not a joke. Luckily no one was home but her with her now child sized brother. He didn’t realize the problem until he decided to get off the recliner and couldn’t. Mary quickly gave him another tea and urged him to sit back and relax, it was just a dream. Mary succeeded with her plan, now complete and she was satisfied, even though she was the only one who knew.
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Weekly Writing Prompt
The Bag Lady 
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