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She has ants
In her pants.
Restless thoughts
Writing plots.
No surprise
Her brain fries,
Daily grind
Flying blind.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: restless in 19 words
Her Ants
Weekend Writing Prompt
Uncanny
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There was a mystery
To their madness.
An uncanny sense of
Doom.
But she did not flail
Afraid
In darkness,
Whilst she could spot a petal
Bloom.
Instead, she watched
With rapt intention
As life suffused
Their eerie
Gloom.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Uncanny in 39 words
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Spree Time
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No wallet? No problem.
He’d lived without one as a child and did not remember being hungry. Or at least, not so hungry that he could not muster energy to wrangle grub from whatever lay around.
His grandmother had taught him. Raised through famine she had become an expert forager. There were few edible things she did not recognize or know how to procure.
“If you’re awake, you can find food,” she’d say.
He was awake.
It was time to dumpster dive.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Forage in 82 words
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Mary Quite Contrary
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She was Mary
Quite contrary.
She refused to read what others wrote
And claimed all facts are anecdotes,
And when food was on her plate
She’d allow it to stagnate,
And then predictably complain
That she was made to abstain.
Any piece of news she heard
She declared to be absurd,
And if science dared be presented
She turned extra discontented.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Absurd in 61 words
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Look Yonder
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Look yonder and you may see
What has, perhaps, become
Of me.
The good, the bad, we could
Agree,
Had gone to bed and woke up
Free.
Look yonder
And you will find
A key,
To what helps us
Grow
From one, to we.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Yonder in 44 words
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The Orbiter
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The sun took her leisure.
It was, after all, the longest day.
She could, till the next time,
Meander
Just a little bit
Across the sky.
Peering down at the blue marble
She raised a ray to salute
The tiny orbit.
Odd,
That one,
In how it keeps questioning
Why.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Orbit in 50 words
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To Sea
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They headed out
To sea,
Amid the rocky islands
Peppering the vista
As far as the eye
Could see.
And their hearts rejoiced
In the beauty
Of their spree.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Vista in 29 words
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In Her Element
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She watched
The proceedings
Without anyone
Taking notice.
It was almost
Magic,
Perched as she was
In plain sight
Yet somehow
Not.
It suited her
To be a
Chameleon.
There but not
Quite there.
For she was most
In her element
When she was fully
Blended in.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Element in 47 words
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Tchotchkes
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“Oh Mama, look!”
The woman raised eyes from the screen to follow her daughter’s arm. “Kitsch to the max,” she wrinkled a lip at the stall.
“But Mama!” The child checked her tone before it thinned into a whine. She loved the shoes! She would need finesse. “I mean,” she shaped a grin, “for Purim?”
Her mother shook her head. “What are going to dress as, Queen of Tchotchkes?”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kitsch in 69 words
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