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 Theses are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call life. |
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These are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call Life. I blog with these groups:     "Blogging Circle of Friends "  [E] 
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Blog Week Birthday Bastion 2025 Prompt 4. Sept 4. Quote: “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton. Make this quote the start of your blog today. "Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." The day dawns dark and blustery, Heavy clouds release their deluge And the ground slurps it up with fervor. Even the birds and squirrels have found shelter Only the pounding of rain Thunders through the area. Eventually it stutters to a stop Dripping off the trees The street a damp mess with scattered debris The storm has passed All is well. Slowly a fluttering of wings Birds gather in search of worms Their songs tentative As squirrels emerge from their nests They explore what has become Of their world A chill breeze flutters the leaves And dries the pavement It separates the clouds And soon the sun peaks out It's shimmers bring the children Ready and eager to play In the puddles and mud School is out Freedom is had Within mother nature's bounty. And still no mention of cheese. |
It's WDC - 24th Birthday Blog / Scavenger Hunt September 4th A Warped Witch I Be   would like us to: Write a flash fiction story about a scavenger hunt gone wrong in 300 words or less. "Scavenger hunt, huh? Could be fun." I looked over the list of items thinking it wouldn't be that hard. "I can work that in." That had been what I had said four days ago when it was a holiday Monday and life was sweet and easy. Since then I'd gotten myself out to some rustic lodge in Illinois, discovered several dead bodies and managed to write two blogs a day and remember to post them to their designated forums. My head was spinning as I paddled to keep my head above water. I'd been diving deep into the far corners of WDC headquarters to find the necessary intel, but I could feel my sanity slipping. On the outskirts of my computer screen, life swirled. My dementia-ed mother was spinning in her confusion and I was caught in her tidal wave trying vainly to not capsize or get blown out to sea. At present I'm in a small eddy of calm, waiting out the next possible storm. Not sure if it will pass by or twist into something monstrous. I grab a bite to eat... something healthy as I work out a story detail and consider my next steps. How many more days of this?? I'm past the halfway point. I can make it. I just have to pray for smooth sailing and hope everything falls into place before Sunday's Eden Mills Writer's Festival. Yeah, I can do it. Gotta love September. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't apply for any long term occasional teaching positions. Word Count = 255 words. |
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