Weekend Writing Prompt #297- No Key Necessary




The days had dragged on for those witnessing his final throes of life.
As one moment led to the next, a bright light widened in his peripheral vision.
A clock ticked as his body relaxed in the natural way of acceptance and peace.
He’d done well… no regrets necessary… rest was about to be his reward.
The key to life had never been what he’d imagined.
Everything now made perfect sense.


71-words

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/weekend-writing-prompt-297-key/

Simply Six Minutes- 1/24/23 Maximus RIP

The challenge is to write a story in 6 minutes using the photo below as the prompt.

My people called me “Fluffy”. But you can call me “Maximus”.

That’s what my homies called me.

Yep, I was all THAT after dark with the ‘ladies’ too.

I lapped saucers of milk (that gave me gas), squeezed into tissue boxes, sprawled on keyboards, but mostly lazed on windowsills during the day… every day, until last Spring.

It was then my people decided to renovate the cellar, but they conveniently forgot to barricade the crawlspace under the front porch, so it was then I found my avenue to FREEDOM.

Tipping garbage cans and yowling at the moon made me feel alive!

Then I saw her. The prettiest little calico on Earth!

Matty was her name and lovin’ was her game. M-E-O-W!

Now it’s over. My 9th life left me after an ill-timed leap showing off for my Matty at the dump.

My only regret is all these darn steps on this stairway to heaven!

I wonder if they’ll have windowsills up there. I could use a rest.

https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/24/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-24-2023/



WQW #42-The Mysterious Sense of Touch

Currently, this weekly writing challenge runs from Wednesday through Tuesday at noon. All you need is at least one quote to go with your post. Share photos, and/or write a poem, story, or memoir. Just have fun with it and let the quote or quotes lead the way.


Below is a photo I took of my oldest granddaughter (when she was just a toddler) while she was making friends with a wild frog at a little pond that we set up at our forest get-away location. It goes so well with the Mitch Albom quote below, I’ve nothing else to add.

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you’d do it, touching everything, taking nothing. – Mitch Albom




https://alwayswrite.blog/2022/11/02/wqw-42-the-mysterious-sense-of-touch/

Quadrille #161: Staying on Track- Knowing

Here’s how to take part in the Quadrille Prompt:
• Write a 44 word poem containing the word track (or variations)
• Post your quadrille on your blog and link back to this post.
• Place the link to your post on the Mister Linky page.
• Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy.
• Please visit other blogs and comment on their posts! 
• Have fun!



Some travel roads
Or follow streams,
Climbing hills,
And chasing dreams.

These ‘ins’ and ‘outs’
And winding trails.
Offer many
Varied tales.

A few shake off,
This wonderment,
Of trusting kismet
Heaven sent.

They travel tracks
From A to B,
Knowing well
Their destiny.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/03/quadrille-161-staying-on-track/





Eugi’s Weekly Prompt- A Thing Called Peace

The old soldier looked out of the hospital window watching the world, in all its brilliant color, moving along. He’d done many things he regretted having to do and, even though he’d do most of them all over again, his heart could not find peace. He wasn’t even sure that peace was really a ‘thing’.
His nightmares, and night terrors, were infrequent now but the flashbacks were sharp and persistent. His doctor blamed them on his end-of-life, heavy, medication. For what it mattered, he understood that his personal journey was drawing to a close. He prayed that all his uncertainty, and self-doubt, would soon fade into oblivion.
Abruptly, a hand on his shoulder made him jump! When he turned, there stood his father just as he remembered him, in his working overalls- he even had his trademark ‘five o’clock shadow’- looking down at him. Chester braced himself for a shaming lecture. His father had been a stern, somewhat cold man, who had always demanded the BEST from his son.
Instead, he watched his father’s steel gray eyes soften.
“Son, I’m proud of you. I’m sorry ’bout leaning on you so hard. But, I loved you too much not to prepare you for harshness that life was sure to offer. I can’t rest until you forgive me.”
Chester lurched to grab his father’s hand, in both of his, when he began to feel weightless.
He shouted, ” You did your best. I’ll always love you. You’re forgiven!” and his father disappeared.
Alarms started to ping and Chester watched several nurses rush to his bedside.
Then a bright light enveloped him and he heard his own words repeated in a most comforting, yet commanding, voice.
“You did your best. I’ll always love you. You’re forgiven.”

Chester found out, in THAT moment, Peace was most definitely, ‘a thing’.



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