At a full point, the Shepard was trained to sit and place his paws in an oddly human cross, and the crowd felt a sense of pride. The military families, eyed the sharply dressed men and women of MWD, Military Working Dog division of handlers. Instead of petting the serious dogs, they were enjoying lingering around to watch some of the training movements they learned.
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Wordle 737
Joe stood on the very edge. His wife Clara hung onto the back of his shirt. Leaning over as much as he dared, he yelled. “I want to hear your echo!” Hearing no response, finally stepping closer to the cliff edge and yelling it again…
“Step back from the edge before you fall, idiot!”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
Of course I have to respond with a snarky comment here,
just a thought to be thorough, dear,
battling my brain
to refrain
from moving through,
down the drain,
our lovely leader, another complaint.
His mouth is caustic,
needs a diagnostic,
not dr oz,
who’s only cause
is to maintain his position
in this administration.
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Three Things Challenge #MM286
It is just an everyday thing
He’s used to it now, avoiding the zing
He doesn’t know how the T group knew
But the daily zing out of the blue
When discussing the horrid news
Gave him that hurtful clue
When he complained even to his wife
An electrical jolt hit him like a knife
He soon learned to cover in a hazmat suit
When reading news, giving T group the boot.
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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #352
My first thought was a song I used to sing, dancing around the house, cleaning. Music was always on if I had work to do, kept me moving. This song is from 1974 when my children were 3,5,7 years old.
Weekend Writing Prompt #448 – Notion
Usual dryness featured in this landscape, but subtle beauty and lasting strength are shown.
soft fronds are waving
desert beauty colorful
peaceful pastels grow
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #066
I try to think of it as a plot
Whenever I look for some thing and it’s not
Where I left it the other day
It’s Murphy’s fault I often say
As I age he’s getting bolder
Seems he’s always sitting on my shoulder
But now I find I’m not the only one
Think he’s multiplying under the sun
So I’ll stay inside and hope it rains
So my other shoulder he won’t gain.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 27, 2025
FFFAW 12-23-17 and the Daily Prompt: Proclivity
I have a needed tendency, proclivity
To try different forms of creativity
I’ve always been an eager and curious sort
But now I’m very sorry to report
I’ve tried different forms to improve my ability
But try as I might my absorbability
Must be too limited, I fear
You quite often see it here
My aspirations are great
I feel hopeful at the gate
But then talent abates
As I sit here and wait
For inspirational traits
To take over, conflate
My brain won’t equate
My ego deflates
And you’re left with…
This.
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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/proclivity/
Fandango’s Flashback Friday — December 26th
The joyful three year old wobbled with every step, but insisted she wear the higher heeled shoes that matched her fairy dress. The tinsel necklace tickled her chin but she would not swipe it away because she was content being the star of the reception. The huge crowd of residents looked sweetly at the flower girl and the pretty bride was surprised she was not the star of the show after her little sister appeared.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #456
Oh no, put out that fire!
Don’t want to burn Santa’s attire…
I know you say he’s magical
All spirit and love will be reciprocal
But I tell you now
You can’t allow
The chimney’s hot coals and smoke
He may choose to revoke
Stopping on your snowy roof
I’m kidding you, just a spoof
It’s a joke with no reason
Celebrating the holiday season.
Happy Holidays!
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Chimney
The Bag Lady 
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