A Much Larger World
Lies Beyond Your Lean Vision
If You Choose To See…
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge
A Much Larger World
Lies Beyond Your Lean Vision
If You Choose To See…
Prompt –
Crimson’s Creative Challenge
In Life, We Must Choose:
To Face The Change Head On, Or
Run And Change Our Face
Prompt: Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 311 Change&Face
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The Whole Jungle Grooved
As DJ Monkey Performed
His Funky Music…
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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #296 Ape&Hip (Monkey&Funky)
The Sun’s Hot Anger
Makes The Homeward Road Sizzle
Roasts Bottom of Feet
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Dark As Starless Night,
Filled With Icy Cold Waters
The Storm Clouds Approach…
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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 5th 2020, clouds
Splash! Relief flooded over him as his sword entered the river.
It’d made him invincible. The world’s most powerful man. If only he could be called man, with his hollow eyes, gaunt skin and decrepit features. As the sword sunk, his vitality rose.
He was alive, again.
Word Count: 47
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It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.
It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.
I only have to think…
Word Count: 147
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Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum
Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones
My Ascension Will
Shock This Poised Society.
New Chaos Will Reign…
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School is boring.
I don’t know why my parents force me to attend. I don’t want to study. I want to express myself out there, ,do something interesting like a corporate job. These knives and guns are a waste.
I mean who really wants to be trained to kill?
Word Count: 49
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