Ever feel like your world may be flat after all? That traveling to the edge is possible? Running to find out is probably dangerous. Trying to runaway to the edge to see if there’s something …more. There has to be something more! Maybe I’ll try it tomorrow.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
The voice from the mirror was present again, the roots of time gone by telling the prophecy again. The debris of opened doors always would lead to a story from the past. I never wanted to travel to those regrettable events, but it was a prophecy that couldn’t be denied.
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Wordle 718
I wish I could spend more time with my family. I have way too much free time.
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I am completely out of ideas. I lost the tow rope while fishing and now no way together back to shore. If I had big feet and toes I could use them as flippers and swim back. See? No ideas🙄😵💫
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 9, 2025
Mike was in a hurry, it was almost daylight. He dressed quickly, grabbed his wallet, coat and the file, the file he had been working on all night. He was out the door of the shoddy hotel room, forgetting his phone on the bedside table. He practically ran to get on the bus that left for uptown where he would disclose it all.
The file named names and it was Mike’s way to get a better job, he was sure of it. This story in a first page expose’, and it had to be on the front page, was going to be his ticket to be noticed by the newspaper editor. He reached into his pocket to check the time and his phone wasn’t there. Meanwhile it was ringing urgently in an unsafe hotel room.
The bus seemed inordinately slow and Mike started sweating nervously. If someone found his phone where he kept his notes, all of this was for nothing. He arrived at the office to find the FBI was there already. A man rose from his chair and said, “Mike Murphy?” Mike thought he might faint. He clutched the folder tightly under his coat, wishing it would disappear. The FBI agent was in the list of names he wanted to out as criminal. His editor realized the file folder may be comprising and walked over to Mike and Mike slipped it to him with his coat. Relief set in and he answered yes and then a sort of interrogation began.
Then the worst that could happen, the agent put Mike’s phone on the desk. Mike stood up suddenly, “what are you doing with my phone? That’s private property!” The agent had Mike turn around, and handcuffed him.
“You are under arrest for conspiracy against the federal government, anything you say…”
Luckily the editor had the file and published Mike’s story the next day. Mike was released as soon as the story was in front of the public.
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Weekly Writing Prompt
purple haze
lavender fading
black birds rise
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watching sky scaping
colors blend and fade away
black tree limbs spreading
under winging canopy
waiting to rest on branches
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#SenHai Saturday–8/9/25
I never could make that ear splitting sibilant whistle, putting fingers on your lips. It would have come in handy when watching all the neighbor’s children. It looks easy enough, but I can’t do it.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #428 – Sibilant
looking very close
royal purple center
secret meaning of naming
Queen Anne’s lace
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #046
Secret Lives of Everyday Objects
Imagine a world where everyday objects could talk. What would a conversation between a sentient coffee mug and a grumpy toaster sound like? Would your toaster be complaining about nobody ever cleaning out the crumbs that fell to the bottom, or would your coffee mug be dreaming about new latte art decorating designs that it is working on”
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“You know you’re overloading me, don’t you? How do you expect my shortest cycle to get everything clean? I know you think you’re saving energy, but give me a break!”
I ignored the daily complaint from the dishwasher, and filled my coffee maker with water.
“I agree DW, she thinks overfilling my liquid space will give her more than two cups. The problem is her choice of mugs. Her favorite coffee mugs are large two cup capacity!”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, CM, if she doesn’t clean me soon, I’ll smoke her out of this apartment! She tries to prevent spills covering an old, should be thrown out cookie sheet with foil, but it doesn’t always work. She is scared to do the self cleaning button because she’s afraid the smoke alarm will come on. I can hardly blame her for that, that alarm is deafening! Meanwhile I get dirtier.”
“If you all don’t stop complaining, I’ll have you all replaced! And you know what that means…the dump!” All complainers just harrumphed.
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Something Different
The Bag Lady 
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