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Continue reading →: Sunday poser tackling challenges
For her Sunday poser Sadje asks us: Do you like to tackle challenges or do you like things to be easy? This one is a simple answer for me! I love a challenge! I don’t like it when the challenges become overwhelming, but I do thrive when I’m being challenged.…
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Continue reading →: I’m craving trifle
I love trifle. For those who aren’t British, and who are in the US, trifle is a British dessert. It is made with layers of jelly, fruit, and custard and cream. I love it but I have not had any in ages. I’m craving it, so I think I’ll buy…
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Continue reading →: Hope, served warm
Di is our host thanks, Di! The words this time around were: share, clock, hand, party, warm, fried, crisp, cold, hard, enough, brown, safe. Here goes! 😊 The old clock on the wall ticked louder than usual, as if it knew tonight mattered. Mara checked it again, her hand hovering…
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Continue reading →: An elephant grand
There once was an elephant grand, Who played a tuba quite well in a band, With a lift of his trunk, He’d blast out a funk, And charm every crowd in the land. Three Things Challenge #MM406 | pensitivity101
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Continue reading →: A terrible injustice
The town of Grey Hollow had a way of swallowing truth. People spoke in half-sentences there, glancing over their shoulders as if the wind itself might report them. At the center of it all stood the courthouse, a crumbling stone building where justice was promised but rarely delivered. Mara Ellin…
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Continue reading →: An ode to Nitro
Nitro walks beside me, steady and sure, A heartbeat in rhythm, loyal and pure. His coat brushed soft in shades of tan, A quiet strength only he can span. We count our steps, maybe nine or ten, Through crowded streets, through sun and rain. He knows each turn before I…
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Continue reading →: quiet hope
Timid light returns through cracks in a tired mind soft breath learns to stay Heavy nights grow thin morning finds a pulse again quiet hope takes root RDP SATURDAY: TIMID
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Continue reading →: Fowc: Shutter
The old house at the edge of the marsh had been empty for decades, or so everyone believed. On stormy nights, a single window would flicker, its broken shutter tapping like a patient knocking. Mara moved in anyway, drawn by cheap rent and a strange sense of familiarity. The first…
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Continue reading →: Books, books, books, of course!
My very favourite topics to discuss,Are books, books, books, of course—no fuss.From dusty shelves to stories new,A thousand lives to wander through. I love the scent of papered dreams,The whispered plots, the hidden schemes.Each page a door, each line a key,Unlocking worlds I long to see. In quiet corners, lost…
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Continue reading →: For Di’s 3TC
The words today: Second, silly and stammer. Three Things Challenge #MM405 | pensitivity101 My limerick 😊 There once was a lad in Kilkenny, Who spoke every second too many, He’d get quite a silly, And talk far too freely, Till nerves made him stammer quite plenty. 🥳🤣🤣☀️☀️✨✨
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Continue reading →: Melissas Fandango flash fiction challenge 💞💞🌼🌼🌼
Kate had expected color. That was the whole point of visiting the butterfly garden—the soft chaos of wings, drifting like petals in the air. She’d imagined stepping into a living painting, something warm and bright and quietly alive. Instead, the first thing she noticed was how still everything felt. The…
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Continue reading →: Crimson’s creative challenge #083
The tide has loosened its silver grip, and dusk leans low on the breathing sea, when out of the blur of horizon’s edge a lone boat turns toward memory. Its hull is worn like an old sea song, salt stitched deep in every seam, nets asleep at its quiet feet,…
