Daily Archives: July 24, 2017

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

Originally posted on pensitivity101:
Sorry to hear about your exploding computer Sue! Here is this week’s Writephoto challenge. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/1532690515 The circle of thirteen was complete. Amid the orgy of naked lusting bodies, the chanting began, calling the Devil to rise.…

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Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

Originally posted on Ladyleemanila:
“Remember, remember, the fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. We see no reason why Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot!” – words to Guy Fawkes rhyme Penny for the Guy, the children chant They solicit…

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Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

Originally posted on But I Smile Anyway…:
Sue’s #Writephoto prompt this week: A tanka was born! Rising out of flames Evoking fear with those eyes Destined to haunt you A devil walks among us Which mask does he hide beneath?…

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The Death of a Criminal

Originally posted on Reena Saxena:
Criminal remains beg forgiveness, as the flames devor their darkness. An awakening too late does not help them, or the world. ? They stepped into sin and were soon sucked by quick sands Impossible was…

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Microfiction #writephoto: Poseur

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. ? He stood on the street corner and froze. His mind went numb and he thought he was going to be sick or piss himself. Or…

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Mask – #writephoto

Originally posted on Trent's World (the Blog):
Photo by Sue Vincent I am now up to part five of the story.  All of these are written to Sue’s #writephoto prompts.  Here is part one and here is part two…

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Guest #midnighthaiku

This persistent guest took up residence in my sink, in spite of being evicted several times. I wouldn’t mind if he ate the live flies, but he seems intent on catching the newly drowned ones who swim in my discarded … Continue reading

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