M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
The night was cold
And creatures old
Came creeping from the deep
And to your bed
Dreams in your head
They come your soul to keep
Long fingers bone
Into your home
The knob they slowly turn
And they possess
The things you bless
And for your keepsakes yearn
They feed on lust
Deceit, mistrust
On hearts so black and busy
They see your lies
Your burning thighs
Here come the fizzy wizzy
And as dawn breaks
Their prey they take
And never to return
Bed empty left
Of life bereft
Take heed and lesson learn
Afterwards 
You have a great imagination Michael.
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No more fizzy whizzy for me. Great write!
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I like these ones..:)
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Thank you Linda I’m just glad I discovered blogging to get some of this out
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Michelle had too much fire whiskey. At least that’s what she’s blaming it on LOL
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Well after the intense filth of last month maybe something a little lighter is more appropriate
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Awesome!!
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Hey, do what makes you happy. Screw it if they can’t take a joke 😉
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