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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 23
“Do you know much about this stuff, Haskins?” “What stuff, sir?” “Astronomy, the universe, the stars, you know, endeavours.” “I’m a Leo.” “So that’s a no.” “Well, what do you know about stars, sir?” “They’re giant balls of gas.” “You’re such a star.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 22
“I need something to lighten my Haskins, distract me from my marital woes.” “Alcohol, and lots of it sir.” “Until I feel even worse next morning.” “What do you suggest?” “Maybe I could get a pet. I always wanted a parrot.” “We know your wife likes a cockatoo.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues 17h
“Ow, ow, ow, damn and blast.” “What’s the matter , Haskins?” “I was clearing up the broken cup sir, and I must have got a of china under my nail.” “Actually it’s a sliver of porcelain.” “Like you never made a mistake.” “I didn’t make it, I just married it.”
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K Kibbee 20h
Lay me down gently when the day is done when my Snapdragon Summers have dwindled to one Speak to me softly of our days at the sea and paper-heart kites as fearless as me Then lend me a kiss before I go I can't close my eyes without one, you know
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 20
A Message for all our amazing writers. Have you used the hashtag yet? Would you like to be included in the upcoming anthology? There are so many great writers and poets not using the hashtag who I would love to see included.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 20
“This is a waste of time, are we sure it’s even a crime, sir?” “It seems, Haskins, that someone has stolen a load of ore.” “Or what?” “Never mind that, why would anyone steel it?” “Maybe it metal their requirements, sir.” “Or perhaps they were easily lead.”
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Natasha Geraldine Jun 20
If I have nothing more than your I am Wearer of the richest cloak Reaper of a thousand suns Bearer of the deepest love Hush stilled If I have nothing more than your embrace
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Matabu Jun 17
I met God in the fog Fishing for goldfish With a lightning rod I guess that he knows What he is doing So I stumbled on Finding my own way
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¡ r e n e (June vss365 prompt host) Jun 20
The woman in the mirror trailed a finger down her glass reflection, tracing naked curves. Twirled bony fingers in her scraggly hair. She smiled, blackened teeth stark against deathly-pallid skin. "I am beautiful. I am worthy of a lover's ."
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 20
He really Should retire Geriatric Man He kinda smells Of BenGay And a pile Of sardine cans His obsession Fighting evil I will never Understand Crime fighting Is a game Reserved For a younger man
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 19
I am the woman Behind a man Believing him Taking his hand I am the pride Beyond a roar Letting inside Devouring more I am the huntress Bringing a kill Watching gluttonous Suppressing my feel I am a whole Before a part Embracing my role A Cub now owns my heart
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 21
I am what’s left After a fallout Deeply bereft Scar of doubt I am the conduit Giving voice Desperate for it Humbled as a safe choice I am the one In middle Stood didn’t run All I am is still too little I am the me I give love Set you free To soar & rise above
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 17
I gaze into My kitty’s eyes She looks back Sans comment I swear Her stare Bears a certain sentiment As usual I blink first Her will A spark of flint I should not Have changed her food Without Her cool consent Her look says That today My money’s Been misspent
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 23
An invisible Game show host Spins TheWheelOfFeels Each emotion Tints my view Of what I see as real In all this commotion I can choose “Deal” or “No deal” My might spin Like roulette But I bring them to heel Controlling My reactions Helps me win TheWheelOfFeels
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 19
“Haskins, what are you doing? Lower your weapon.” “I got him sir, the double-agent. His name is Shepherd.” “No it’s not.” “He admitted he was a spy.” “Haskins, you’re pointing a gun at Hertz Van-Rental, the owner of our local , who offered you shepherd’s pie.”
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250Fiction Jun 18
You get Paul and Joan, and I get Ann and Reg. You the Beatles, I get Bowie and Queen. You get the park, I get our favourite bike route. Neither of us can afford the house. You keep the café where we first met And I get the where you said yes. 250Fic 233
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250Fiction Jun 22
I can feel the weight of his the moment he steps through the front door, like the electric pressure in your skull that comes before a thunderstorm. I take deep, steadying breaths, savouring every second of peace before the shouting begins. 237
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Roz Levens Jun 19
My tweet has been stolen and plagiarised by @oursnct127. Beware, team. Twitter won’t help because my Twitter handle has no paper trail to prove I’m me... Let’s block the rat! Tag your chums
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250Fiction Jun 20
We sit together beneath a sky the colour of rust, watching oil slick clouds slink by overhead. I squeeze your hand. You squeeze mine back. We don’t speak. You can’t hear a thing through these masks besides the ceaseless hiss of the oxygen tanks. 250Fic 235
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 19
“Gotcha Haskins!” “Sir, I’m over here.” “What? Oh gosh, I’m so sorry madam.” “Madam stop hitting him please. Are you ok, sir?” “I thought she was you.” “Why would you sneak up and cuddle anyone?” “I wanted to make you jump.” “You must feel so right now.”
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