FOWC with Fandango/ August writing prompts ~ The new scene

Today’s dating scene has changed from what it once was

Such different ways to find friends and perhaps even love

It’s a much simpler quest with everyone online

Gone are the days of set-ups and pickup lines

Still, quite a task trying to advertise yourself

Selling your traits alongside others on that singles-only shelf

Having to list all your likes and any pet-peeves

As if you were getting picked to play on a winning team

Then there’s your pic which you feel just never looks right

Finding face abnormalities that only you see with your sight

You finally upload your profile into this club of lonely hearts fun

And wait for responses from hopefully the eventual, right one

Connecting this way sometimes seems like an impossibility

Just trying to find someone to meet – the magnificent me

 

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Written for Fandango’s FOWC prompt – https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/2394565478

Twittering Tales~ Break time #Twitteringtales

This was his chance. A beast that may have terrorized his village was asleep. Silent steps inched him closer to using his sword. Was this the creature? It didn’t matter, He needed to be a hero. Brimstone smell enticed him. His heart stopped as a branch cracked under his foot awakening the dragon.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at Pixabay.com.

August Writing Prompt ~ A man dreams #Augustwriting

 

Slumbered minutes back in that Hell

Merely images sharpened with echoes

Yesterday’s grind now faint memories

They poison me still subconsciously

Labeled failure by her every word

A mild voice yet fearfully heard

My futile attempts to be that man

Never right in her twisted plans

Her growing list spoken of what I lack

Until that one time which broke my back

These dreams today repeat nightmare times

When I was punished by one for just being alive

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SoCS / August writing ~Define yourself #SoCS #Augustwriting

Before you step out unto this day

Pause to reflect on your overstuffed ways

An agenda for others that clutters your mind

Your own needs ignored in this unquestioned grind

No time to breathe in your malnourished space

Instead enabling others in an endless rat-race

Now, stop for a moment to defend yourself

A majority of one acceptably selfish

This change in behavior sprouts from down deep

First realizing your worth is strictly for keeps

Prioritize your heart in wanting more

Start embracing your desires as things to fight for

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Written for – https://lindaghill.com/2019/08/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-24-19/ and the August Writing Prompt – For Keeps – Day 14/31

100WW ~ Hot Air #100ww

“Whooosh” The flame continued to shoot up into the open air of the balloon as Kelly looked over the basket. The world below her slowly sank away as the clouds above started to get closer. She was finally at peace up here in the sky. “You ok?” Jim asked as he lowered the flame, just a bit. “Oh, yeah.” Kelly muttered. She was exhausted, it had been another night of running away from the police.
“Where will we go?” Kelly asked Jim, who stared at her speechless. The man who knew it all who had finally run out of answers.

(100 words)

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Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

SoCS / WWP ~ Master Race #SoCS #WWP

Some of earth’s animals were sucked out into space
Aliens from Mars were trying to create a new race
They were attempting to co-mingle genes from all different beasts
Hoping for a monster that would conquer worlds with ease
Not knowing the breeds on which they would tinker
Mixed a stink bug with skunk breeding one super-stinker
Luckily, the aliens gave up on their plan
The smell in their ship forced them back to their homeland

(75 words)

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For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tinker in 75 words 

Written for the The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 17/19

100WW~ New Music #100WW

The familiar opening chords started out into the air and Steve felt himself back in time. He was no longer a forty- three old accountant with thinning hair. Instead he was seventeen and sprouting a mullet. The band was jamming out his personal favorite tune as he and his buddies rocked in their nosebleed seats. Nothing mattered outside these concert walls. Life in its current simplicity surrounded Steve, his pals and the music they loved. The song ended, returning Steve.  His sixteen year old son next to him enjoying the music of this new band he had discovered. 

(100 words)

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Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

FOWC with Fandango/August Writing/ Twittering Tales ~ The right taxi

Holt finally found the cab he had been looking for. It had no no way out, being stuck in traffic. “Pop the trunk” Wills ordered one driver. “On who’s authority?” the driver said as Holt flashed his badge. The trunk opened. Wills found it filled with skulls and shackles. Holt got his man at last.

(299 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman.

Written for https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/2376966783

Written for August Writing Prompt – Skulls and shackles – Day 13/31

 

Writing is Hard~ #themagicshop

This is the first time I’m sharing an inspirational quote on my blog. I often think of when I’m struggling to write down well, anything. Hope you fellow Bloggers can relate to this man’s words. The man who held “the key to unlock your imagination”.

100WW~ Watching #100ww

Bird watching was always assumed to be dull by Doug Miller. Then one day after retiring from his stroke-inducing job of forty years, Doug decided to try a new hobby. He bought an inexpensive pair of binoculars and a reference book on birds. He headed into the woods and starting observing these animals fly around him. Doug felt all the leftover pressures of being a corporate executive slowly melt away as he watched these aviary beauties in their own environment. He was also totally unaware that he too was being watched. Something enjoyed watching humans as well, simply to relax.

(99 words)

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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Bikurgurl for running the challenge at 100 WW. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

August Writing ~ Jellyfish Jolts #AugustWriting

Once again, Ed revised the long insurance policy

Specifically prepared for overly cautious Miss Molly

She finally approved it and was ready to sign

Ending these revisions topping out at Seventy-Nine

See, Molly feared getting hurt in all different ways

And wanted to be sure all her medical bills would get paid

She worried about meteors falling down from above

Thought of her fingers being swollen from ill-fitting gloves

Afraid of shag carpeting entangling her toes

She was also quite nervous of bees flying right up her nose

Paragraph sixty dealt with her choking on skinless grapes

Another section covered her being hugged by a wild ape

Specifically outlined was a part about Jellyfish jolts

Subsection eighty dealt with just plain ‘ole lightning bolts

Ed watched her sign thinking he was finally done with Miss Molly

Then she got a paper cut which wasn’t part of that long insurance policy

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Written for the August Writing Prompt- Jellyfish jolts

August Writing ~ Wifely #AugustWriting

A selection of names spewed daily on her

His modus operandi delivered with slurs

She had her young heart captured my him

Promises shoveled convinced her to give in

A matrimonial trap sprung on this beauty

Pleasing the unpleasant as her commanded duty

All essence of her being forced to be hidden

Behaving only by his rules forcefully given

A spark of survival seeks escape from within

The scream of her strength reclaiming her skin

A rediscovery of herself now no longer treading lightly

She will no more be confined to his warped form of wifely

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Written for the August Writing Prompts – Treading Lightly – Day 7/31