Simply 6 Minutes: I Don’t Need An Excuse…

John makes a very good point about eating chocolate…I have to agree! Thank you for your contribution!

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Oh, come on. If you feel like you have to justify enjoying something as enjoyable as chocolate, it takes all the enjoyment out of it.

Chocolate is great stuff. It makes you happy (that is, if you like it). I remember going on a really lousy job interview that was way out where God left his sandals. This was post-stroke, so Mary had to drive me. On the way back, she said “Let’s stop at Walgreens and get chocolate bars!” And we did, and they tasted great, and elevated our mood. I’ve forgotten nearly everything about the interview, but not about the chocolate.

This past Christmas, we bought ourselves Frango mints, a chocolate mint. I used to sell them at Marshall Field’s in Chicago, long before they became Macy’s. (And yes, I’m aware that they got the recipe when they bought out a department store in Seattle.) We hadn’t had…

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Wordle #222

Check out Mindlovemiserysmenagerie for the details: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/11/wordle-222/

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Haughty

Branches

Procellous- stormy, as the sea

Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length

Touch

Stumble

Throat

Wild Strawberries

Heavy

Fray

Kimono

Seconds

Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.

Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.

Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

Three Things Challenge

To join this writing challenge check out pensitivity101 for the “rules”: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/12/three-things-challenge-476/

Your three things today are:

MISTRESS
EXPECTATION
ANYWHERE

Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 01/12/2021


Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

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*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 39: (CONTRAST) in the A rhyme line.

Looking Ahead

Looking outside at the contrast 
of morning and evening are there 
it is not that I even care 
The day before is now the past 
the day ahead might be my last 
I live to see beauty today 
and breath some more in if I may 
knowing for me there is still hope 
and I will be able to cope 
with whatever comes on my way.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

To participate in the Decima challenge go to: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/01/06/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-39-contrast-in-the-a-rhyme-line/

Fandango’s Flashback Challenge

find this challenge here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/08/fandangos-flashback-friday-january-8/

What do you see? #11

Hopeful 

As I walk along the ruins 
I try to recall the memories 
that we have built together. 

I recall your touch and your blessing,  
but flounder in the  shadows  
that used to be our love.  

Moving towards the sun 
I feel hopeful that peace 
and happiness will be mine again.  

©2020 C Bialczak 

Simply Six Minutes: Furry Little Kamikazes!

Here is John’s contribution to Simply 6! Hawk Chow is a great idea!

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The squirrels in my neighborhood are crazy. It’s like they have a death wish or something. We’ll be driving around and all of a sudden one will come dashing out from the side of the road. Mary will slam on the brakes to try not to hit it, and the furry little bastard will turn around and run back where he was. We think he’s back on the side of the road and start moving again, and he’ll come dashing back out again!

You do your best to avoid them, because they don’t know any better, but occasionally you crush one, and you end up feeling awful for killing him. What can you do, though?

One day we were driving through the subdivision and saw a hawk carrying one off. That’s kind of disconcerting, because you try your best not to kill them only to have a hungry hawk say…

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Distracted: Your Daily Word Prompt

To participate go to: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/your-daily-word-prompt-distracted-ydwordprompt-January-7-2021/

The Cat in the Hat comes to play

The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad 
if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. 
He tried to keep quiet and out of her way 
to keep her distracted was the way he could stay. 

He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake 
His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake 
All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” 
Then to get to the kids, just he and those two. 

So he started to walk on his back legs to show 
that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. 
The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone 
She was happy to leave the three of them all alone. 

The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found 
The comics and posters and the car with the sound 
He spread them all out on the rug in the room 
He had his own bag and could clean with his broom. 

The kids were so happy to see all his stuff 
He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough.  
But for hours they played without one single fight 
A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction