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Weekend Writing Prompt #134 – Morphology

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A small wooden box opens with hardly a sound,

and with a smile and a wave appears a little brown

body, whose grinning face to us seems to say

“Hello I’m Morph, are you ready to play.”

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Samiscribbles~Weekend Writing Prompt #116 – Amateur

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The audience are seated, the theatre lights slowly start to dim.Up on the stage the curtains twitch. A single spotlight shines. An expectant hush settles throughout the auditorium. The curtains on the stage slowly open. The audience burst into loud applause at the sight before them. Another amateur dramatic production begins.

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Sammiscribbles WWP #113

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It is hard to find the words to describe the allure of the Goddess known as Marilyn Monroe. With the power to enthral all class of men from pauper to President, this woman, both a film and recording star, who today would probably be described as oversized,  still features in the dreams of many.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28

D2815E30-8DEA-4EDC-85CE-1FB841B21CC3.jpegAproaching the twilight of my earth bound time I made a personal pilgrimage to the Tuscan countryside of my youth.  The farmhouse was strikingly familiar, memories came flooding back. Despite the passage of over fifty years I still held the fantasy that as I approached the stable door that familiar long blonde nose framed with gold, would peer out and in that curiously American accent my great friend, with his own particular lip-smacking sound would greet me as before; ready to offer advice and his own style of philosophical thought. Sadly it was not to be, “Mister Ed,” the wonderful talking horse was long gone to the glue factory in the sky.

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