Little Birdie

Quadrille at dVerse today by Mish birds on my window sill wait for clouds to clear they will then fly to nibble at the sky taste remnants of clouds and come back to peck at crumbs I offer…. I feel so honored, little birdie to be part of your infinity

What Do You See? – Before I Die

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For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a black chalk board with a caption, “Before I die” on the top. Below are slots where people can write their opinions.

The life coach stood in front of the group. He had given this speech many times before. He needed to make each person identify their goals.  That required that they knew not only what they wanted, but how to reach their goal. He always started with the group bucket list. This group activity opened the eyes of his clients to more possibilities than they could imagine.

This was their first meeting. It was the first time he had ever worked with this type of group. Behind him sat thirty, terminally ill cancer patients. He wasn’t sure how much time…

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How much?

so much to doother than lists-no assurancehow long I'll live-Give me a clueDeath! how much timewill you give me? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/07/what-do-you-see-120-february-7-2022/

Sketchy Characters – The Meeting

Sketchy Characters … by Artie

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She spied me outside the parking garage, in old down town. She was pressed up against a recently repainted wall, another attempt to ‘revitalize’ the area. Good luck there, and avoid stepping on the endemic hypodermic needles. As she seemed to be staring at me and didn’t look only half crazy, I asked her “What are you looking for, pray tell, little lady?” She didn’t miss a beat, “you, Artie, I’ve been looking for you”. “Are you sure you’re not looking for Stu?” I replied, not meaning to throw my brother in spirit under the svelte wheels of this lithe coupe clad in clingy gray barely there. “I mean that’s more probable,” I continued “web searches mix up our photos and you’re more his type.” I immediately figured as the words ‘more his type’ flew from my mouth I had poked a hornet’s next. But she just purred repeating…

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Motherhood

Somy has parted with her second baby today - to another set of parents, who are in fact her baby’s biological parents.  She thinks of the baby’s softness around her bosom  and cries again.  “Forgive me, my child …. it’s the only option I have to escape abject poverty.” She wonders aloud if what she … Continue reading Motherhood

Condolence

Doctors let out ‘inside news’ about the health status of a celebrity. She may not survive another day. Quick recovery wishes float in before it gets too late. Leaders record condolence messages. She breathes again. Whose turn is it to be flummoxed? Written for Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt

Making of a star

Making of a star ….. by Sadje

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Cynthia held on to the feeling of grief for a few minutes more till it was reflected on her face. The eyes were swimming with unshed tears, and her face told the story of a tragedy.

“Cut, and that’s a wrap” , the director yell, and she walked towards her trailer. She still bore the persona of a girl who was suffering from deep grief. It was a part of her talent and also a curse. She would immerse herself so fully in the character she was playing that it took her some time to snap out of it.

The assistant director knocked on the door of the trailer before coming in. “You were as usual excellent Cyn! The director wants to shoot the party scene today too as we would be traveling to Italy for the next shoot. Are you ready for it?”

She thought for a…

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FIREFLIES IN THE NIGHT SKY

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I peek through the window
And see beautiful fireflies
In the darkness of night’

And wandering fireflies in the night sky

They bought lovely light
In the darkness of night
They remove my fright
Of haunting ghosts and dark

I tried catching them
With my hands
But they are as fast as planes
Or train in a rail

And roaming fireflies in the night sky

As shiny as diamonds
So Lavishing looking fireflies
And shiny little lighters
Because they are night natural street lights

And wonderful fireflies in the night sky

Full of Joy
And happiness
Makes me feel sleep
….. Good night

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Julianna

Julianna …by Ami

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By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #216

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You need to imagine this as a character in a story plot, and write about her.

• Give her a name.

• Mention the geography she lives in.

• What could be her temperament?

• Is she prone to melancholy, or is she faking it to fool someone?

• Is there someone she is thinking about?

• Where could she go next from here?

Julianna huddled against the cold brick of the derelict building. She would not cry, she never cried. She was a professional. She was trained by the most prestigious and high ranking military faction in her home country, Russia.

She believed in her country. She believed in her government. She believed they had the best interest of her people at heart. She had believed it. Now, she it knew it had all been a lie. Everything she had…

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Post-Coital Dysphoria

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Morning after guilt set in for Joni, as she went all the way with her boyfriend last night, probably because she was always taught to view sex as a bad thing.  She had just moved to the big city after living her whole life in a rural community and she wanted to fit in with the new crowd of friends that she was hanging out with now.  All the other girls had done it, but Joni was raised in conservative Catholic home and the furthest she ever went before was touching with her clothes on, but she didn’t think that was going to fly with her new group of friends.  Her boyfriend David was more lustful and eager than she was, as Joni was hesitant, and she did this to accommodate him rather than with enthusiasm.  This peer pressure came from her friends who were constantly saying that sex is cool…

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