#MLMM ~ #Wordle246 ~#Poetry

My everlasting gobstopper hinders speech
Taking it in and out of my mouth to speak
becomes a sticky mess
I would endow it with the gift
of keeping your enemies quiet
Give them all one to stop their gossip
Mother said it was quite improper
To speak with your mouth full
My cheeks are too weary to try
I think there is a good possibility
That I could maim myself by trying
in the form of losing my teeth
It really is vast. I think its impressive
getting it in my mouth in the first place
It’s not useful, it doesn’t refresh
Then again, it’s only a penny gobstopper
that lasts three days
plus, I have not become immune to them yet…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The 2021 Daily Writing Challenge – June 23

Jo Hawk

2021 Daily Writing Challenge Q2

At the beginning of April, I created a massive To-Do list. I felt anxious, stressed, and I found it difficult to sleep because I couldn’t stop my brain from running in a never-ending circle. When I dreamed, it was a nightmare of failures because I forgot something important. To end the madness, I opened an Excel spreadsheet and performed a brain dump. The exercise yielded a list of 208 items. No wonder I was a basket case. I then created categories and due dates, set up filters, and assigned color codes. I love Excel. That night I finally slept well.

The Brain-dump list became my lifeline, and each week I update the file. It has grown larger but nothing crazy. There are now 231 line items, with 51 items forever moved into the completed column. This week I am juggling 74 In-process tasks. By Friday, I hope to transfer another…

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Secrets… #FamilyDrama #FamilyLifeFiction

SOME SECRETS WILL KILL YOU…
and some are about someone who is already dead.
A mother must find the truth before the secrets destroy her family…

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Excerpt from ‘Secrets’

She took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. Do any of us really know who we are, she asked herself. Are we the product of many lifetimes, like coloured plasticine all rolled together? All mixed up and confused, struggling with thoughts and feelings that might not belong to the here and now?

Maggie felt extremely sad but didn’t know why, there were tears in her eyes for no specific reason she could think of. It was a personal sadness, nothing to do with what Jack had done. Her life was pretty good, yet the feeling was there. She wondered if it could be an old sadness from another time that affected her, her mind not really thinking or remembering what it was.

When she thought about it, there had been many such days when she’d play a romantic record and the words would mean more than they should, perpetuating the sadness, the feeling of something lost. Did she have a secret, something bad that she had done, just waiting to be discovered?

She lay on the bed waiting for Jack and wondered if the strange world she’d been thrown into was more real than her mind would let her believe. It was hard to keep on denying it, what with Jack’s behaviour and poor Danny, tormented by this invisible force that seemed to have the power to inflict real pain and suffering. It was useless to even think about running from something you couldn’t see. She was remembering a passage from the Bible, when she heard Jack say good night to Danny. That the Good Lord sends no more than a body can bear…

She wondered if that was true, that maybe the worst was over…

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The other sister

Story Empire

Hi gang, Craig with you again today. We’re going to talk about something that could really help in your stories. I’m going to use the analogy of two sisters.

We all know Suspense. She’s pretty, gets invited to parties, and can carry a story all by herself. Readers are drawn to her like bees to honey. “Any more at home like her?” Funny you should ask. She has a sister.

This sister can really fill in the gaps in your tale, but she’s hard to get close to. She takes a bit of practice. Her name is Tension.

Tension

Your first attempts to talk with her might feel clumsy and forced, but it’s worth struggling through. She’s a powerful friend if you take the time.

She works like this: Things shouldn’t be comfortable for your main characters. Suspense can make them flip the pages, but if everything between the turning points…

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#TenThingsYouMayNotKnow – About Harmony Kent

The Write Stuff

Moving right along with our new series, today’s guest is my good friend, Harmony Kent. I know you are going to enjoy (and be impressed by) her Ten Things list, so let’s make her welcome! Take it away, Harmony!

Ten Things You May Not Know About Me
by Harmony Kent

  1. I’m legless, all the time (oh, the fun of being an amputee and getting to make the jokes)
  2. My name gives me something to live up to … but then I’d tell you I’m always harmonious … honest!
  3. We have a presence in our house that likes to ‘borrow’ things, frequently 
  4. I talk to myself, a lot
  5. I also answer back!
  6. I was born in 2013 … well, um, the writer in me was. My errant grey hairs might tell you otherwise 
  7. If I’m not writing, I’m reading. If I’m not reading, I’m doing cross stitch. And failing all of…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking point. Go where the prompt leads!

June 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

To call them stones
As if you could skip one across the pond
Is to belittle their majesty
I stand in front of them
Waiting for the sunrise
Wishing I could walk back
Through a living moment of history
To see the stars, fly by
To see the sunset and rise over it again
Until I reach the moment when
Salisbury Plain was just that, plain
To watch the first hole being dug
The upright slip into place
On around the circle like a child’s game
Of ring a ring-o’roses
I feel my heart beat with the rising sun…

© Anita Dawes 2021