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One Word Challenge #FOWC

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/13/fowc-with-fandango-fear/

Today’s word is “fear.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

FEAR…

When you want to do something but you stop

If things get you down and you just go kir-plop.

When talking to refuse to look them in the eye

Those around you always get something by asking but you don’t

People intimidate you and make you afraid

That is Fear, that you have made.

MwsR ❤

Three Things Challenge/July 13th

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REPOSTING INFO

Welcome to a special Friday the 13th Three Things Challenge! This can be anything you want it to be…the point is to have fun, share, and be inspired. To participate, simply link to this page (creating a pingback) or posting a link to your contribution in the comment section.

Today’s things are: haunted, pen, superstition

Haunted

Haunted I am since not being by your side

I am just a shell with nothing inside

Weightless and un- imaginative

Harboring nothing worth anything

I am haunted by what could of been

Now I must go find myself again.

MwsR ❤

Pen

Oh! tell me the days of long ago

Write their stories upon my heart

Let me imagine every detail there given

And bring life back from those long ago’s.

MwsR ❤

Superstition

http://entertainment.time.com/2011/10/24/the-all-time-100-songs/slide/superstition-stevie-wonder/

She Was Magic, writing challenge prompt

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July Writing Prompts

She Was Magic

She was magic in that she always transformed the lives of others around her. She carried herself with such assurance that she could have stood tall next to anyone else in the world.

She loved with all the magic in her soul. She was able to make a person feel right down into the bottom of their locked heart. When she was done loving them they knew for sure that they mattered. The could feel that kind of love for all days.

Her magic was more than a touch or a word, her kind of magic permeated everyone she had shown kindness to or had loved. She was like a gentle night’s breeze, one that was felt all over, especially on the hottest nights. She was like fire that made your clothes, and skin hot to the touch, just from the heat alone. Hers was so enduring that even on the worst of her days, she still radiated her magic to those around. They always got the best of it, the best of her.

Her magic was not one all possess but in actually a rare kind, that few possessed. If her magic was bottled up and sold around the world, no one would need or want for anything.

She was magic. Her magic will last long after she is gone. They will talk of it throughout the ages. That kind of magic was just that, magic.

MwsR ❤

Challenge accepted/ I Challenge You

This Challenge I found while scrolling WordPress this morning. It says to use a limerick or poem or story on a particular topic. This weeks topic is… THE PUB

So I am going to give it a try!

Link for the person having this challenge is below.

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/i-challenge-you-to-23/

The Pub by MwsR

There is always room to squeeze in one more

Look at those faces of them coming in the door!

Familiar, yet all seem the same

I guess too much booze is to blame.

Food is usually top-notch stuff

They need to stay and spend enough.

The aromas here are stifling

Although the atmosphere is somewhat inviting.

If you sit and listen you can un-formally get to know almost anyone.

There are no secrets here, be forewarned.

Everything is out on display.

Guess that’s the “drinking” way.

Not all may like you

If just a quaint few. It is just the way of the hub,

This is the life of the pub.

“Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge”

https://ceenphotography.com/2018/07/10/cees-fun-foto-challenge-wk-1-photo/

My Azalea, with a green Praying Mantis

Prying Mantis again

My green watermelon plants

Week 1 photo challenge-geometry, bushes, window, brick, curtain, green, tan, wall, building, dark red, tree

I choose my green plants and Praying Mantis. There is plenty green around me! I have a green thumb.

Lessen/ Challenge

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/1919133743

Lessen

You figured if you took my joy

It would lessen my world

It did not it made me work until

I made a better world from out of my insides

There was not room for you to do damage there

I took your blows and made a purposeful hole

I let out the bad and with it , you did go.

I never let your bondage lessen my joy

Not in this lifetime or ever more.

MwsR ❤

Three Things Challenge/July10th

Monkey, April, Brick https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/82277260/posts/1919331411

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/82277260/posts/1885843183

Monkey Poem

Monkey, monkey on that tree

How many people have you seen?

One carrying food perhaps

Possibly me

Could be.

April

One of the best days, happened on April 11th, 1976. My baby brother was born. My hope was that one day this little baby would grow up and we would be the best of friends. The kind that make it through thick and thin. He was seven years younger than me. I just knew he would always look up to me and love me.

It has been 21 years since we last spoke. Often times I remember back to when me and him were kids and we played with actions figures and pretended to have a restaurant, which included a whole et of play utensils and dishes. We also had a play cash register with coins and fake bills. It was so fun playing when we were small. How did it all go so wrong?

The last time I saw him, I was in my car. I yelled out to him as I saw him crossing the road going into a store. I even stopped at the sidewalk. He saw me, looked into my window and turned back around and walked away. He did not want anything to do with me. That was one of the worst days for me. I knew then he did not want to have anything to do with me.

So each April, my thoughts go towards him and what was and what could of been.

Mwsr ❤

Brick

Of course this song hit my head when I saw the word, BRICK. Ha ha

Lyrics below!

Uh
Um-um-um
Ow she’s a brick house
She’s mighty mighty just lettin’ it all hang out
Ow she’s a brick house
Like lady stacked that’s a fact ain’t holding nothing back

Ow she’s a brick house
Well we’re together everybody knows this is how the story goes
She knows she got everything that a woman needs to get a man yeah-yeah
How can she lose with the stuff she use?
36-24-36 ow what a winning hand
‘Cause she’s a brick house

Read more: Commodores – Brick House Lyrics | MetroLyrics