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Day to Day happenings in my life

by Sumojo

Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #2186156

The simplicity of my day to day.

This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Lyn's a Witchy Woman

a day ago
In response to "Revenge"

Revenge is sweetest when it's on the page and not reality.

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GentlemanQueen

Nov 1, 2024 at 7:44pm
In response to "Cliche "

Really loved the grittiness of the first poem, taking something that normally brings a sense of wonder, awe and joy into something grim and cynical (and I’m not even really the biggest fan of that style of storytelling). So great job there.

The clock one was eerie as heck, but I loved it. I kind of interpreted it as if the clock turned sentient. Amazing work all around. Faved to reference as inspiration later

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Lyn's a Witchy Woman

Nov 1, 2024 at 12:11pm
In response to "Cliche "

Very nicely done, Sumojo

. Time is definitely going to betray us when we turn the clocks back on Sunday, and we lose an hour's sleep. I don't know if you have that in Australia. I really wish they would discontinue it here.

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Joy

Nov 1, 2024 at 11:24am
In response to "Cliche "

Love it, especially the last line, which says it all.

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Apondia

Oct 29, 2024 at 11:32am
In response to "November "

When I was a child, we lived rural and no one actually prepared or celebrated Halloween except the classroom in the school. Or, if you lived in a town.

When my children were in school it was a time when suddenly Halloween was a time to beware of what children might find in their Treat bags, if they went trick or treating. As the children grew, we were more likely to buy them a bag of candy then take them into a nearby town to trick or treat.

Halloween for some people is just for fun. For me I basically just ignore it.

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Sumojo

Oct 28, 2024 at 10:48am
In response to "Looking on the Bright Side of Life"

How wonderful that we are all of an age and still find joy in life and in writing.
Keep on keeping on, girls.

Sumojo

Oct 28, 2024 at 3:01am
In response to "Phone call to Heaven"

Glenny

thank you for your response to my blog. Yes we all miss our mum don’t we. I’d love to mine too about all the amazing changes since she left us.

Glenny

Oct 28, 2024 at 12:47am
In response to "Looking on the Bright Side of Life"

I am going to be 80 next March and I can hardly believe it, fortunately I have very good health and I don't take that lightly. Your comments are inspiring, thank you.

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Glenny

Oct 28, 2024 at 12:42am
In response to "Phone call to Heaven"

If I could use my mobile phone I would phone my Mum, she would be amazed to hear about the future she missed, mobile phones and the Internet. Secondly I would phone my Sister in law and tell her about her children and how they have grown up and are happy. Also I'd love to hear my dog Nacho bark or give me a cuddle just one more time.

It's complex this death and dying business. I'm not so much concerned about being dead I think it's the process that's a little worrisome.
My Grandad died in his sleep and that's the way I would like to go.

Thanks for your blog.

amy-Finally writing a novel.

Oct 23, 2024 at 6:37pm
In response to "Food"

Flies usually stop me from eating outside. That and the fact that I find food cools off faster if you eat outside.

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November 3, 2024 at 1:01am

#1079428

Revenge

Have fun with these word couplets: black silk, blue dress, bow tie, corner booth, police sirens and the coroner.

“The Coroner gave the verdict of accidental death!” Sonia was incredulous when she spoke the words. “It wasn’t accidental, my daughter was poisoned, I’m sure of it.”
“Your son-in-law stated that he thought he was using peppermint leaves to make her cup of tea.”
“He knew only too well it was Oleander, but how to prove it, Mary?”
“You can’t do anything about it now but accept it.”
“I’ll never do that!” Sonia’s eyes flared with anger.

The funeral was a subdued affair. The body of Louise was dressed in her favourite blue dress and black silk stockings. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
“She can’t be dead!” Her mother sobbed , turning her gaze onto her daughter’s husband, hatred in her eyes.

It was a few weeks after the funeral when Sonia sat in a corner booth in her favourite café sipping a latte when she saw, through the window, ‘the bastard,’ as she’d begun to think of her former son-in-law. Dressed in an evening suit and sporting a flashy red bow tie, he was holding the arm of a gorgeous young woman, escorting her to his car. Sonia’s blood boiled, a red mist of anger filled her mind and without thinking she left the café.
She followed his car back to his house and as he stepped out and was walking around to open his passenger’s car door, Sonia planted her foot down hard on the accelerator and ran him down.

Police sirens filled the still night air. Neighbours left their homes to see what the commotion could be in their normally peaceful street. They would have seen a young man, blood pouring from a massive head wound, lying dead on the road and a middle aged woman handcuffed and escorted away from the scene.

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