This week’s prompts (only two) are at the bottom. The words below are just practice. Practice makes perfect.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
When our boy came home with the other few
They didn’t get a parade
No tables were laid.
Their war was detested.
They battled the enemy overseas
But upon their return
Were surprised to learn
That they were now the marauders,
The invaders, the brigands and highwaymen.
Our boy never asked for this;
This stain that won’t wash off.
This week’s prompts are:
- we cling together
- fishermen pulling up stones
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Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
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Write something big, Write something small,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!
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And those boys didn’t grow up in the world we know now where perversion is the norm and violence a religion. I can only imagine the atrocities the boys we might send to war now may commit. But at least they know going over, we are a fickle people……
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Such a crime to live with the death of another man’s war.
Too many sacrifice so much for so many.
One can only hope this kind of conflict might actually end someday…
I mashed three prompts here: Imaginary Lines? one prompt was actually ‘Death’…
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I went with short, tho’ not necessarily sweet on this one. The conjured image eluded further words.
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