This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #388 where the given word is DARK, and the word count is 22.
I normally avoid politics but…
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Dank, dire, and dreary
Autumnal airs presage the woes that surely will ensue if
Republican maniac somehow manages to triumph over
Kamala!
What’s a weekend without a challenge. Over at SueW and GC’s site you can find out how to have a go and can find the links to read all the entries. Click on this to go there.
I pondered on comparing children’s play in years gone by to that of today and have written a sorta sonnet.
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Playing – then and now
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Why would you even think of that?
In that case will you come to play?
The sun’s quite strong so wear a hat!
(THEN)
So off we went with not a care
And stayed out ‘til we couldn’t see
Our Mums not bothered what or where
As long as we were back for tea
(NOW)
I’ll just let Mum know where I’ll be
She worries if she doesn’t know
I’m not allowed to climb a tree
And must be careful where I go
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I pity children of today
They have no freedom when they play
Thank you, once more, to Sammi Cox for publishing my poem on Whispers and Echoes and helping me find my missing toe. To find out more, follow the link below:
I woke up this morning, was missing a toe Limped all round the house, oh where did it go? When going to bed I know I had ten I got up, looked down, I counted, and then I enlisted the help of my wife and my lad To find the lost item I know I […]
Missing! | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes
You know when you come across something that you posted some time ago, and you think “I can’t remember this, but DAMN, it is good! Well, this is one of those. It is a long post, but very entertaining, and do you know what? I’ve never come across Amanda since! I wonder how they are?
Amanda wrote an 11 minute song about her baby and about being a mother, and then she wrote 8,000 words of footnotes and photos to go with it, and released it through Patreon. Here’s a link to the song, the lyrics and the footnotes.
Do have a look and listen, it’s well worth the time.
Originally posted as a comment on Colleen’s post:
I wish I’d said what’s in my head
I wish I’d kissed your lips instead
I should, I ought, have voiced my thought
Instead I failed and now there’s nought!
Limericks are normally light hearted, mildly humorous, often tongue in cheek, and slightly risqué. This one is not any of those. For whatever reason, this came to mind and it makes me rather sad. I shall not analyse, or explain, any more than that!
Jenny from Jarrow was sad
she’d argued with Mum and with Dad
She’d never felt right
and had told them in fright
that she desperately felt like a lad
There once was a man went to Filey
he was really incredibly smiley
He suffered a scare
when attacked by a bear
now he’s anxious and acts very shyly
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Pexels at Pixabay.comThe dead man’s switch was now so uncomfortable that he was finding it difficult to keep it depressed.
One hour, 59 minutes, and six seconds so far.
His finger was sore.
It was bleeding.
He really wanted to let it go.
Only 54 seconds left and his daughter would be safe!
Just hold on!
(278 characters)
Oh the smell, and the whiff, and the pong
as the world goes terribly wrong
it’s all just erupted
with earth much corrupted
hold your nose and join in with a song!
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by MarkusmitK@pixabay.comLucky
He’d been a loser all his life.
At school they gave him the nickname “lucky” because anything that could go wrong, always did.
He decided he’d had enough. He would end it all by jumping under a train.
His phoned pinged with the latest news headline.
“Rail strike halts all trains!”
(278 characters)
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
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