Midnight Madness – 7/19/2019

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“You know what’s funny, mom?  We have freedom of speech, but we don’t have freedom of opinion.”

  ~Brianna Cook (Age 17)


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June 2019 Writing Prompt Participants

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Well that’s it, another month down!  And do you realize, (if my calculations are correct, and Dorinda will know…) 😉 if you’ve been doing these every day from the beginning, you’ve now done 700 prompts!  That’s so hard for me to believe!  Yowza! That’s a long time!  I hope all of you will continue to keep writing.  I do this for all of you here on WP because I want you to have some sort of inspiration to help you keep going.  I know how hard it is when you don’t have that.  And so this is my way of saying thanks to all of you, who are such an encouragement to me.  I love you guys and I do this because I care about all of you.  ~M xo

  1. The screen flickered, and then he was gone.

Cosistories – https://cosistories.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/gone-in-a-flicker/

Help from Heaven – https://isaiah46ministries.com/2019/06/03/overcoming-a-dysfunctional-home-three-things-challenge-109/

Keep it alive – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2019/06/02/june-writing-prompt-1st-june/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2019/06/01/if-only-2/

EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO – https://eastelmhurstagogo.wordpress.com/2019/06/10/a-make-believe-love-affair/

C.M. Fritzen’s Life and Works – https://cmfritzenbooks.com/2019/06/01/june-writing-prompts/

Ladyleemanila – https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/the-screen-flickered-and-then-he-was-gone/

Neelwritesblog – https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2019/06/18/neelwrites-flash-fiction-18-06-2019/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2019/06/17/like-magic-100wordstory-junewriting/

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For them…

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The sudden silence is what gets to me most, every time he leaves.  Then my chest starts to tighten, and the tears begin to well up, and at that point, I know I’m done for.  There’s no holding back the flood of emotions no matter how hard I try.  I bury my face in my hands, trying so hard to hide the pain that’s gushing out through every inch of my being.

I can’t let anyone know how much this hurts, how lost I am, how much I don’t even want to do life anymore because I’m always feeling so alone.  Five minutes have passed, and I’m wiping the evidence away.  Putting on my brave soldier face once more, shrugging my shoulders and getting a grip just the way I’ve been taught.  I cannot cry, I can’t let anyone know that I’m weak, and I can’t ever confess to anyone that sometimes I’d rather be six feet under than endure another day alone.

There are little people counting on me, babies that need protecting, loved, and cared for.  And this is why I bury all of it, deep inside where nobody can see. If anyone ever found out what I was really thinking, what would they do?  What would they say?  So I fight through it, the let downs, the misery, the feelings of loneliness and despair.  And I put on a happy face because that makes everyone else feel better when I do that.  They need me to be happy, and I can’t let them down.  I’ve got to hold it together, for them…