You look for love, and I love you.... I know the treasure of loyalty, devotion and unconditional love that you offer. Unfortunate are those who do not understand our bond..... https://only100words.xyz/2020/09/17/three-line-tales-242/
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You look for love, and I love you.... I know the treasure of loyalty, devotion and unconditional love that you offer. Unfortunate are those who do not understand our bond..... https://only100words.xyz/2020/09/17/three-line-tales-242/
Indira’s take in Exploration Challenge #152
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152
“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but …..”
You can use this as the first line, or somewhere in your piece.
“I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, “

Flotsam, the kind of debris that ends up in the sea by accident… accidents of carelessness, misfortune, or simply caused by the passage of time. The flotsam on the pavement outside their apartment comprises chipped crockery, torn clothing, empty plant-pots, broken picture frames and the like.
Jetsam, on the other hand, is the stuff that is deliberately thrown overboard, sometimes in distress, occasionally in anger or just as a last resort, simply to lighten the load.
Which was I, she wonders, turning the rubbish over with her toe.
It’s not often I come in under 100 words, but here I am at 89, and couldn’t think of anything else to add. I suspect the Friday Fictioneers leader has no problems hitting it right on the button each week. Thanks for all you do, Rochelle.
Friday Fictioneers Out on the streets, I know convergence of views holds no meaning. A houseful of people scrambling for their own safety, fight suspicion, as they want to know where the other had been, and what is the likelihood of contamination. A pandemic has only highlighted existing divergence and mutual distrust. I scribble on … Continue reading Convergence
west is where the sun sets, just to restmountains envelope the blazing sun-erased memories of the day callwith dusk, nightfall, imagined endings-azure, colour of hope now morphinginto grey, navy and then charcoalspring is a while away, not too farcool minds reflect, it's not end of day P.S The prompt line is from Les Murray ‘September’ … Continue reading Nightfall
recyclingwhat is importantI learn howto make lifeworthwhile - uncaring of alleged toxicity https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/09/15/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-195-ekphrastic-photoprompt/ Inspired by this news clip https://www.theguardian.com/society/2020/sep/15/first-funeral-living-coffin-made-mushroom-fibre-netherlands
-instabilitya storm brews beneath my feetautumn leaves rebel https://amanpan.com/2020/09/14/eugis-weekly-prompt-autumn-leaves-september-14-2020/
carryburdens light - learnhow ostrich vision damnsvisibility - happy inthe dark https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/photo-challenge-332/
Background with Starry night sky. Falling Snow Effect. Galaxy I envy stars. They reflect borrowed light, and make the night worthwhile. They twinkle unashamedly, unmindful of their tiny size. They are a constant in the sky, not afraid of the density of passing clouds. Denizens of the earth write stories and songs around them. In … Continue reading Starry nights