Bernadette from Haddon Musing invites us to use the prompt and the photo and write a piece of purple prose or poetry starting with It was a dark and stormy night. Let’s have some spooky fun. Post your link in the comments section It was a dark and stormy night Fragile trees with gnarled knees…
That silly gremlin called me a grimalkin That arrogant imp, what a wimp I’ve many meows yet unsung My lives are far from being done I’ve many days left in the sun -Amanda, Eugenia’s cat This week the event is to Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word grimalkin. …
Hey, it’s time for coffee and I’m looking forward to some useful and useless chatter. This is one of those chats that deserves a steaming cuppa coffee with pumpkin spice and everything nice. The pleasure is all mine that you took the time to stop in and chat about this and that My, myself…
Hmm, it’s time for a steaming cuppa. I’m looking forward to some serious chatter. This will be one of those chats that deserve more than one cup of coffee so stick around. A cool crisp breeze startles the trees Blankets the past with golden leaves Our steps are hidden where we walked Our friends, the leaves…
Ahhh, I feel like having a hot cup of coffee. And how about some thought-provoking useful and useless chatter, as well. I’m looking forward to sitting by a warm and cozy fire and enjoying what banter comes my way. Last week, I wasn’t able to put together Tuesday Chatter because of my sickly left…
Beckoning all pixies and fairies I’m beset with woe o’er a shrouded foe he came with the wind stole the golden hen and her cackleberries § This week the event is to Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less using the word cackleberries. Please drop by and join the fun at…
Grab a cuppa and sit and relax. Today’s Tuesday Chatter will be short and sweet since I am having to type one-handed. I took a little tumble last night, trying to shake off a centipede that crawled across my foot, and the creepy crawly had the nerve to sting me. We were sitting outside on…
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