Jim Adams is the ever-gracious host of Song Lyric Sunday. Jim says: This week we have Babe/Cutie/Doll/Honey/Sweetie, and I feel that everyone should be able to find a song that fits this prompt. Here are the “rules”: • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not. If…
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#MM Saturday Mix – Double Take — karmic comedy
On the hill lived a maiden so fair To her father her suitors paid fare Highest bidder most foul Fowl that crowed and then howled Grandpa’s grandkids had feathers not hair! Sarah is the host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Saturday Mix. Sarah says: This week we are seeing double with ‘Double Take’. The ‘Double Take’ challenge…
delicious faux ground beef (long post)
I grew up in a household that believed if a meal didn’t have meat or an animal product as part of it, it wasn’t a real meal. I never questioned the practice and other than liver and onions (and rabbit, even though it did taste good when I was forced by my grandpa to eat…
#MM — Tale Weaver — blind
It took him ten years to condition her, to bend her to his will. Like a metal worker bending a straight pipe, it was a thousand small strikes to her core self until he had her trained. She learned when he raised his left eyebrow it meant be still. If he slammed the door in…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #120 — teaching through…
Every person who writes and shares their writing with others is selling a point of view, so in that sense, every blogger/author/social media poster is well-versed in rhetoric. Rhetoric isn’t new. It’s been around since before the written word, when prehistoric humans sat around fires and told stories. I wonder if hieroglyphs on cave walls…
Thursday Inspiration 41 — the sounds of color
He arrived to pick her up in a white sport coat with a pink carnation. She was a devil in a blue dress. His brown eyes met her hazel eyes. Fireworks bloomed in the dusky rose sunset. He took her by the elbow and led her to his pink Cadillac, opened and closed her door…
dVerse — alliteration (assonance & consonance) — airborne
her wings opened slowly silent creaks needing oil midday sunset flames aglow black-framed confident flaps to fluttering now lifts, carried sideways tilting madly airborne Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse. Bjorn says: Today I would like you to try using different types of assonance and consonance in any poem of your choice. Try to listen…
