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| Words: 38 // Lines: 8 // For "PromptMaster !" Task prompt We sat waiting in the restaurant They didn't serve the food We chatted and laughed Pretending we weren't hungry Pretending we weren't hungry We chatted and laughed They didn't serve the food We sat waiting in the restaurant |
| FOR "PromptMaster !" // 3 LInes // 10 WORDS Mangoes ripening Parched earth crackles underfoot Birdsong fills the air |
| 122 WORDS // 26 LINES // For "PromptMaster !" - PRIZE PROMPT Clickety Click Clack The train is on the track Clickety Click Clack Takes you there and back Clickety Click Clack With luggage on the rack Clackety Clack Click The signal's down, quick! Clackety Clack Click Drop off, or pick! What do the wheels say As they take you on your way? Listen to them sing what message do they bring? Are you going to, or from? Heart calm, or like a storm? The wheels just echo The rhythm in you, you know. Clickety-clack happy if you're glad Clackety-click morose, if you're sad The wheels speak in code Running along with their load But for each passenger Its meaning does differ Because, right from the start It echoes the beat of each heart. |
| FOR "PromptMaster !" // 99 WORDS // 20 LINES Dash it all, my brain Has gone all wonky again! It's getting to be bigger than my head! My cranium has to strain To house my brain All my wit doesn't quite fit Can't get it all in this noggin! Wit's getting to be bigger than my head! I'm so bright my skull feels tight Could anyone be as clever? Never, never! I'm smart, I'm canny, I'm astute, I'm keen my brain's the biggest you've ever seen. Glitz getting to be bigger than my head! So, my dear, you get the idea? The first MB is coming to me!  Prompt: The thing that is bigger than your head that you wish was smaller than your head. |
| Yesterday it rained so the internet on the computer is down today. I am dictating this to my phone. The guy says internet will be repaired soon. I hope so. |
| Words: 234 // For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" It had been one of those weeks. The washing machine had conked and the number she had for the repairman had gone invalid. She'd have to book the repairman online and she was too old for that, she didn't do these things online. In her mind's eye, she saw a pile of dirty laundry growing till it became a mountain ... this was silly. She needed to call someone and get some sense knocked into her head. She could text, at least. One by one, she texted her friends - 'may I call?' One by one, they either human-replied or auto-replied 'sorry busy now' in some way. She had nobody! Fiercely, she wiped the tears off. No self-pity, she admonished herself. You've chosen to live alone. She went to You Tube and clicked randomly on some instrumental music. She listened. It was their song, but he wasn't here anymore. Involuntarily, her feet began to dance. She danced till she was exhausted, and then sank on to the sofa. She could text. She picked up the phone and texted. Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang and she went to answer the door. "You ordered cake, Madam?" She paid the cash and carried the cake carefully in. She put it on the table. She set two places - table-mat, plate, knife, fork. "Happy Anniversary, darling, and please don't get any cake on your clothes, the washing machine isn't working." |
| Words: 141 // Lines: 34 For: "PromptMaster !" They came, they saw ... they thought they'd conquered. Poor, deluded beings! They swam, they crawled, On two legs they lumbered Think themselves kings and queens! They gathered, they hunted They trapped, they tamed They destroyed so they could build. They mechanized, automated They fought and maimed They armed themselves, they killed. They bred, they multiplied They laughed while others cried They took more than a fair share Care? Do you think they care? They lost all their instincts What's left just stinks But it won't be long Humans will get too strong Then humankind Leaving no trace behind Will perish Is this nature's wish? No, nature is mother father, sister, brother Nature hopes mankind Will one day find A conscience, collective and learn to give. Nature wants harmony Humans want money As long as humans want more There's doom in store. |
| 103 WORDS // 16 LINES // FOR "PromptMaster !" Prize Prompt: The thing an owl would explain to you at midnight. Some eyes are meant for the dark and some are meant for the light Know your place and time, dear You weren't meant to roam at night. Some creatures are meant to soar and others shouldn't take flight Keep your feet on earth, dear You weren't made to reach that height. Some were born to stalk and hunt And others to reap what they sow Don't use that rifle or shotgun, dear It can turn on you, you know. I'm just a bird, my dear I'm the one who knows whooo Nature meant for what, my dear To your own self, stay true |
| Words: 300 // FOR "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" “Don’t say a word.” The club's motto was written up on a chalkboard at the door, and the members whispered it as they gave each other the special handshake. “Don’t say a word.” All fifteen members were present today, and every surface that could be sat on - chairs, the table, the rug, the floor ... were occupied. The chairperson rose and flourished her hands in the air. Everyone applauded. Someone raised a hand, and the chairperson pointed at her. The young lady rose, folded her hands and held them close to her forehead in the 'namaste' gesture, indicating thanks to the chairperson. Once more, there was applause. Then, the chairperson gestured to the window-ledge, on which were perched a jug, some paper cups and a few packets of cookies. There wee sighs of delight as members helped themselves to lemonade and cookies. The spies outside were baffled. "They haven't said anything," Sarah whispered. "Shh," Henry hissed back. "It's so quiet in there they'll hear us." "Yes, we did hear you," a voice spoke from above them. The children jumped, startled, and looked up at the face of their Principal. "We thought you'd be here," chairperson / Principal continued. "Want some lemonade and cookies?" The children were too scared to refuse. They tiptoed in, watched by the grim faces of their teachers. As they reached the front of the room, the laughter broke out. "We knew you'd spy," Henry's aunt Jane, who happened to be a teacher in his school, said. "We wanted to prove to you that we could do what we ask you to, and not say a word during lessons. Now, you two ringleaders, will you spread it around Third Grade that teachers can sit quietly themselves, and expect students to do so?" "Yes, teacher," mumbled Henry, nibbling his cookie. |
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