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Friday, 5 Lines or Less…

Using the word shopping
Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
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Here’s my lines

Dancing off to the shopping mall
Where we will join the merry band
To find gifts and goodies for all
With list and credit cards in hand
Happily shopping at the mall

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Friday, truth or tale…

This is where I write stories.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it)
others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

Image by Jo-B from Pixabay

When she was a little girl her Daddy
would recite this silly little rhyme
and tell her it was written about her.

There was once a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
she was very very good.
And when she was bad
she was horrid!

He would laugh loudly
and she would giggle.

When she was a teenager he still recited the rhyme
but his laughter was more a grunt
and she no longer giggled.

When he was old and she was no longer young
he would occasionally tell her story of the little girl.
He would smile and sigh
and she would shake her head.

Now her Daddy is no longer here
but she remembers the silly rhyme
and she giggles like a little girl again.


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Friday, truth or tale…

On Friday,
I write stories that are truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it)
others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

It was a beautiful summer afternoon just perfect for a picnic. The leafy trees provided shade and a soft breeze and the colorful flowers added their sweet fragrance giving a wonderful backdrop for the young lover’s picnic.

They spread out the blanket and she unpacked the basket she had filled with her sweetheart’s favorite lunch. They ate and talked and laughed about things they had shared and remembered some quarrels and tears. But mostly they talked about their future. They would soon be married and begin life together as Mr. and Mrs. It was exciting and scary at the same time.

After lunch they had champagne and chocolates that he brought for dessert. Well, soon the lovers started doing what lovers do and no longer aware of the trees and flowers just simply wrapped in one another, so to speak.

After a bit they heard the sound of soft marching and singing. There were high chirpy voices of little boys and an adult voice telling the boys about what they were seeing on their nature walk. Too quickly the voices were close and changed to whispers and giggles and the startled gasp of the adult.

The Cub Scouts were very interested in the couple who were now somewhat covered by the picnic blanket and the Den Mother was trying not to laugh as she shooed the boys in another direction as quickly as possible. Then she turned to the lovers and with a smile blew them a kiss.

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Friday, truth or tale…

Something new for Friday.
I will write a story that will be truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it) others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by GLady from Pixabay

Fifty was her favorite birthday. As a child, she did what she was told, as a teen she rebelled, as a young woman she was sad and lost. But at fifty, she felt like she finally knew who and what she was meant to be.  It was a lovely liberation from the chains of the past.

It was like she was at last free of the cocoon that held her prisoner for so long. She decided to mark the day in a special way. She got a tattoo of a butterfly! A butterfly just beginning to open its wings to take flight. Perfect!