Jellyfish~Happy New Year 2026 Unfortunately, not only the society you are in but possibly all societies here on earth expect and accept such tiny white lies. There is no escape from that. For such expectations, I try to sidestep them, by saying something like, "Oh, ya?" Then I add something totally unrelated. It feels so weird to ask a person, "How are you?" and then expect them to say, "Fine, thanks." Sometimes I reply to "how are you", with "As you see me," And possibly, they see me the weirdo that I am.
Personally, I'd write a diss song, and send it to any school that still venerates said teacher, a song about what they did, and about why you don't play piano anymore.
You make some very good points here - I love this line -
As to lies being beautiful, they are like a woman who looks good only when she wears an intense make-up. This makes her appealing, only because she wears beauty like a costume.
When I read the quote however it made me think - Do people think truth is beautiful? Because in the society I am used to living in, we have to lie all the time, especially at work and especially when asked how you are. People do not usually want to hear the truth, they want to hear "fine thanks how are you" When someone annoys or upsets you, they want to hear "It's fine no worries". When someone asks "Are you okay with that" They want to hear yes even if you are not.
So, to my mind, lies are more beautiful to people than truth, because they are less of a challenge.....
Reading, Spooky, StaiNed In blog city, three of us come up with the prompts. Mostly we search for quotes on the web, then add our questions about that quote. Or we don't use a quote and only ask a question that we think is relevant to writing or to our lives. Then, we send the prompt to the group members and post it on the group's forum.
Amazing song and I love the musical, I do the Lottery sometimes, and although I don't necessarily expect to win it is about the dream I suppose, it isn't even necessarily about money, but it is the only way I can feasibly think I will get to do a job I don't hate and that would make me happier in life, so I wouldn't be wasting it wishing most of my days away!!
Southeast Texas, here. The lowest I ever recall was 17 degrees, just a few years ago. That could have been rough, were not my husband so creative (And...having a Fireplace).
The last place we lived, when we first got married, did Not, and it came with my husband!
As I Needed more land, And...a fireplace, within a couple of years, I talked him into moving. Now, we have both. Aside from the neighbors dogs that run loose, and Dig up our yard, as they dig for moles...we truly enjoy the decision. Now, as we have FINALLY found a trap that works for the moles, we are hoping that the dogs lose interest in our yard.
Thank you.
I'm in South FL. The worst temp dip here, was 30 degrees in the middle of the night, so far.
We don't have too cold days that go on and on like at North. I do miss the fireplace we had when we lived in NY, though.
Fireplaces in houses here are very rare. I don't think anyone has a fireplace in my neighborhood. Maybe they have those in mid and upper parts of the state, though.
Prompt:
Take any cliche and subvert it to bring it alive again in a poem or a blog entry.
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Bag of Bones
They said, "This baby, a bag of bones!"
and rattled, "She may not even throw stones"
a bag of bones, where my shadow lies
World War II, macabre with gray skies.
But dreams I've built and spells I've cast,
I charted my course, battled the past.
Alas, today, other lines are drawn,
fears of war wail from dusk to dawn.
Although people speak in whispers low,
in death's embrace, demons can grow.
So, this bag of bones sways and waits...
as, just one click, next war dictates.
Such a shame it is, to undo the seams!
Or let's mend the world, guard our dreams?
I hold my breath and hear the moans
and warnings from all bags of bones.
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