September Writing Prompt Participants

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Great month everyone!  There are seven pages here of all of your beautiful writings.  It’s getting so hard to keep up with all of you!  Hope I didn’t miss anyone!  I apologize in advance if I did.  😉

  1. A touch of perfect

Nut House Central – https://nuthousecentral.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/dreaming/

Sweet Aroma – https://onetahayes.com/2018/09/01/look-around/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/09/01/a-touch-of-perfect-poetry-septemberwriting/

Walt’s Writings – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/a-month-of-september-prompts-in-one-day/

This N That With Me – https://cthisnthat.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/touch-of-perfect/

Help from Heaven – https://isaiah46ministries.com/2018/09/01/should-we-be-leery-of-shortcuts/

Cosistories – https://cosistories.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/a-touch-of-perfect/

A UNIQUE TITLE FOR ME –

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2018/09/01/napoleons-retreat-from-moscow/

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/09/03/a-touch-of-perfect-room-101/

Art Mater – http://artmater.com/a-touch-of-perfect-in-a-good-dream/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2018/09/02/a-touch-of-perfect/

Bethlovesblue – https://bethlovesblue.com/2018/09/13/a-touch-of-perfect/

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Bound

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Straight away she knew who he was and what he was.  The intensity in his stare could not be mistaken.  There was an instantaneous connection as his steel gray eyes pierced her own.  The hairs on the back of her neck responded to the sudden terror that she felt,  and the unexpected sound of her own heartbeat reminded her that one false move and she would likely be dead.  And so the standoff began, with her only defense now miles away.  If she had only realized the trouble she would soon encounter.  But there was no going back as death gripped its icy cold hands around her neck, threatening to steal her very last breath.  And total darkness was the last thing she remembered before the ear piercing screams began.

 


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The Daily Post Prompt: Deplete

January Writing Prompts

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Sorry I’m a little late in the day.  Let’s see if we can do a whole year of these.  😉

1. Shimmers of chartreuse
2. Moonlit excursions
3. Butter brickle
4. Teleporting topless
5. Alphabet stew
6. Sinkholes and sandpaper
7. Pinches of positivity
8. Rusty bearings
9. Thirsty gulps
10. A sea of chardonnay
11. Bankruptcy to Broadway
12. Pestered and polished
13. Glitz and glam
14. Permanently petrified
15. Mountains must move
16. Wild and willful
17. Prickly pears
18. Drips of diversions
19. Spotted cow
20. Knackered and numb
21. Once upon a princess
22. Centerfold sensations
23. Captured in corduroy
24. Felix Fineas
25. Troubling truths
26. Steamy and dreamy
27. Over the esker
28. Dunked and drizzled
29. The bridge beyond
30. Stinging nettles
31. Time before time

If you’re a new participant, please don’t forget to link back to this post so that I can check out your work.  And as usual, I’ll be posting my responses to these prompts over at my other blog, which can be found here:  Her Writing Haven.

The rescue of little girl

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Yesterday started out a little bit rough for this little girl.  She hit the window of our house flying about a million miles an hour, trying to escape another young lady who was offended by her presence.

After she smacked the window, she dove for the ground; with her aggressive girlfriend following, and the boyfriend trailing close behind.  Little girl cowered against the fence as the young lady attempted to maul her to death.  Jealousy will do that I guess.  The boyfriend tried to intervene, but got a mouthful and a slap in the face.  So he decided it was best to stay as far up in the trees as he possibly could.

After watching the brutal slaying from afar, I just couldn’t stay away any longer; I knew I had to intervene myself.  Upon reaching the fence where the fight was going on, young lady squawked at me and took off, and poor little girl let me pick her up and carry her inside.  She was completely calm and begged me to help her.  I cleaned her wounds the best I could and finished with some healing ointment.  She smiled at me as I readied a nice comfy bed for her and winked at me as I closed the door.

Later that evening, I went to check on her and she told me she was ready to go home.  I carried her to the front door and we said our goodbyes.  She promised to come visit me once and awhile and sing more of her sweet songs to me.  I in turn, promised to have plenty of birdseed on hand for when she visits next.  It turned out to be a great day after all.


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