This is in response to M’s fabulous prompts which you can see here. These used to be 101 words. Sometimes they still are. Sometimes not. They are often snippets, occasionally unfinished and sometimes simply the beginnings of something for another time. I think for the rest of the month I will do really simple poems…maybe.
Soft to the touch plush velvet thick
he wakes, smooth on his face
and all alone heart races quick
and darkness fills the place
He calls but muffled is his voice
And nothing stirs without
In confines tight he strains to move
They cannot hear him shout
Red bleeding nails they scratch and claw
His voice calls loud as thunder
Alone beneath the earth he lies
Just roughly six feet under
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/11/01/november-writing-prompts/
Now, this sounds like a thing I’d put in my story. 😀
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I loved it😊
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Now there was a twist if I ever read one!
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Fantastic!
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Thanks L 🙂
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Thank u kindly O
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Praise indeed sir thank u
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My pleasure!
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Well, I can’t help it. You are just so darn good with it.
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Thanks MG 🙂
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Very good Michael!
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Thanks L
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