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Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 81 – Broken

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Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

All Hallows’ Night

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spooky sounds creeping
closer, closer; aim to fright
this All Hallows’ night…


By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Ronovan Writes, Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt, Challenge #173 – spooky and night; and also, Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, 31 October 2017 – fright and night 

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What’s In A Name?

The task: These are 10 Book titles. ACTUAL book titles – and your mission is to read the list, stop long enough from your gut splitting laughter, compose yourself, then choose a few from the list and write the “jacket blurb” – in no more than 10 sentences. Choose no more than 3 selections – and write the “explanation” of the content – in no more than 10 well-crafted sentences for each title.


“Living with Crazy Buttocks” by Ima Quivering
Did you know buttock implants are one of the fastest growing and most popular cosmetic surgeries among women? At a cost of $17,000, Ima expected the firm, satisfying appearance known as the ‘bubble butt’. However, what she ended up with was something else, altogether. Delve into the world of wobbles as Ima explores the weird and wild adventures of a derriere gone wrong… and how to survive it!

“The Pyromaniac’s Cookbook” by Major Burns
Welcome to the Pyromaniac’s Cookbook where recycling, reclaiming and reusing, has reached a whole new level. In this, his first cookbook, ex-firefighter Major Burns, talks you through how to use a burning house to your advantage. Why waste the natural, extreme heat offering you a perfect BBQ that could feed the whole neighbourhood? Sample the unusual flavours of smoked memories and blackened furniture to spice up any meat dish! Garnish with ash and charcoal for a tasty twist. Find out more about this renewable new cooking method, that can be used over and over again, as long as it’s not your house.

“Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy” by Patty Flungdung
Patty bravely shares her story – a gripping tale exploring the dark side of sexual experimentation. No longer satisfied with karma sutra, ménage a trois, or S and M; Patty and her group of extreme orgiest friends have turned to more organic props for their erotic adventures – bodily fluids. Not for the faint hearted, Flungdung tackles the fetish known as scatophilia and why it’s misunderstood by so many.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt, #226 – What’s In A Name?

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Copy-write

Draughts of wind wheeze through the white space in my mind, as I struggle to compose a draft.

Writer’s block is a rite! Whether it’s right or wrong.

Find me an idea; a wisp even. Yes, there it is. I follow the thread. See where it leads and am about to hit ‘publish’ when, I realise I could be fined!

The sum of it is, that it’s already been done by someone else!

By Sarah @2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix, Double Take – 28 October 2017, Homophone sets: draft/draught and find/fined

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Saturday Mix – Double Take, 28 October 2017

Seeing double this week again

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 28 October 2017!

This week we are seeing double with
Double Take

The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones* to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all four words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.

Our first homophone set this week is:

draftpreliminary version
draughtgust of wind; a depth of water needed to float a ship

Our second set of homophones is:

findlocate something
finedto have to pay a penalty

You may be thinking to yourself, How can I use homophones in my writing?
Luckily, Kat at Literary Devices, has some examples for you.

Example of Homophones in Literature
This poem is filled homophones (marked in bold). They create a humorous effect in the poem through having the same…

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Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah

Voodoo

Image credit © Richard Davis Photography

witchcraft
eerie, mystic
jinxing, hexing, charming
dual spirit, costumed servant
voodoo

By Sarah ©2017

 

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, Tuesday 24 October – eerie and costume; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #186

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Knock On Wood

I emerged from the artificial cocoon of the Sunshine Plaza in Maroochydore and straight away, noticed the sun was gone and it had started to drizzle. Also, I had no umbrella.

Now I know, getting stuck in the middle of a downpour is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I had two reasons for deciding to walk out into that rain. One, I needed the exercise, and climbing up the hill to my accommodation would do the trick; and two, I just needed to FEEL something again. I’d been numb ever since the break up and stumbling through every day as though my life was no more than a dream. That was the reason I’d chosen to holiday here on my own. I wanted to discover my ‘spark’ again.

Despite the overcast skies, the late March day was warm. As I began the 2km trek to the hostel, the rain tumbled from the low grey clouds. Each drop that fell on my skin was cool, silky and invigorating; igniting my senses and tickling my pores. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and allowed the spray to sprinkle over my face. I felt like a kid again.

Smiling, for the first time in months, I subconsciously picked up my pace and started a half stroll-half skipping move, and began to hum. I knew I probably looked like a crazy, drowned rat, but I felt alive! A bud of hope began to swell in my chest – maybe everything would be ok after all.

I stepped over a puddle, lifted my head, and wiped my sticky hair out of my eyes. I heard footsteps pounding the pavement and they were moving my way. Another person who liked singing and walking in the rain! I said to myself gleefully. My lips started to form a greeting when the words froze on my tongue. My face fell and my stomach plummeted through the cold cracks of the pavement.

It couldn’t be! I thought, as an all too familiar figure ran towards me.

But it was. Of course it was.

He had always been fanatical about keeping trim, and a little rain had never stopped him before. I wondered what the chances were, that out of all the holiday destinations in Australia, out of the twelve months of the year, out of the thirty-one days in the month, out of the 24 hours in the day, and out of the 60 minutes leading up this exact moment, that we would cross paths? Surely one in a mill…or even less!

He strode past me as though I were nothing. His face as scornful as a king mocking his lowliest servant.

They say love is blind and I wish that were true. For then, I would never have known it was he who swiped my blossoming hope and crushed it in the dirt.

I knock on wood I will never see him again.


By Sarah ©2017

Image credit reza shayestehpour via Unsplash

Prompt: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #322
Words: knock, know, middle, hill, king, trim, blind, mill, two, drizzle, sticky, dream

Cinquain, Poetry by Sarah

Outside Myself

Being.
Confused; detached.
Watching, hearing, saying,
never understanding; I’m outside
myself.

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit kellepics via Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt, #225 – Know Thyself

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Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 21 October 2017

Telling ‘Fibs’ for this week’s challenge

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Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 21 October 2017!

This week I have reached into my mystery bag and pulled out a Fib! No, not a lie…a Fibonacci poem, affectionately known as a ‘Fib’. Your challenge, is to write a Fibonacci poem about an animal.

“Poetry for math geeks? With fibs, the literary and mathematical meet.”

You may be thinking to yourself, What on earth is an Fibonacci poem? 
Luckily, Deborah Haar Clark at the Poetry Foundation has an explanation…

Gregory K. Pincus wasn’t expecting to start a movement when he posted a Fib to his blog. The Los Angeles writer, volunteer librarian, and dad was simply commemorating the opening of National Poetry Month by sharing the six-line, 20-syllable poem.

“I put it on the Web as a writing exercise,” says Pincus, who dubbed the poems ‘Fibs’ for their basis in the Fibonacci sequence. The number of syllables in each…

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Mt Buffalo Chalet

Often referred to as The Grande Old Dame of Victoria’s Alpine region, the Mount Buffalo Chalet is listed in the Victorian Heritage Register for its architectural, historical and social significance. Perched on the top of Bent’s Lookout, the breathtaking views stretch out over the famous Gorge. Built in 1910 by the Victorian Governemnt, the chalet was Australia’s first ski resort, and has served generations of skiiers, hikers and families over the years it operated.

The last few decades have seen the chalet lapse into disrepair however a conservation project has been started this year to restore and preserve the building for years to come.


Image credits By Sarah ©2017

You can find out more about the Mt Buffalo Chalet here…

https://youtu.be/HCyAOlaJVXE

Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – October 19, 2017