Tag Archive: Christmas

Senseless Thursday Sarcasm : Heated & Brrred

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Only one word is needed to describe yesterday:  OMG! Here’s the nutshell version: “Bring me the report with all the notes attached.”  (Brings me the notes). “I asked you to get the signature… Continue reading

99 word prompt : Christmas memories

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December 3, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes family traditions. It can be related to any holiday or situation. How does the tradition impact the… Continue reading

Slivered bells….Slivered bells….It’s Catsmas time for the kitty.

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In honor of the fact that the cats just finished off the giblets. I guess you could say, “They gotta lotta guts.” …and no knowledge of punctuation. If you have a cat, you… Continue reading

Santa Reimagined

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  Today’s 3:00 am laugh. If Santa looked like this? Screw the cookies! Unfaithful Santa Snooping Santa Mid-life crisis Santa This is nothing more than In-Santa-ty. And last, but least appealing:  Gross Santa… Continue reading

#Tanka #Poetry Prompt : Christmas & Joy

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If you want to participate, here’s the link:  https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/12/20/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-76-christmas-joy/ <_><_><_><_> Mom’s painted windows filled a house with Christmas joy, anticipation. Home no longer looks the same, pictures of her artwork lost. © Joelle LeGendre… Continue reading

JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR DECEMBER

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MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES. Writing over 57,000 words during NaNoWriMo has left me drain bed…uh…Brain dread…hmmm…I think I mean Rain Read… It’s almost Christmas. I think I have a bad case of Al’s Chimers.… Continue reading

   #amwriting RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #128 Bells&Ring

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      Age six or sixty, the eyes of a child cherish Christmas bells ringing.

#amwriting #tanka — #Christmas everyday

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Of Clowns, Men and Mutts

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It’s been a while since I’ve answered one of Austin’s “Jump Start Your Brain” posts by creating my own blog post from his questions.    I do this when I feel the answer… Continue reading

Poetry War: Point of View

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    My sister’s old bicycle lovingly refinished by my mother’s patient hands a gift born of poverty. . Practical to a parent, pariah to a child, a memorable Christmas ends in unexpected… Continue reading