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Tag Archives: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Tale Weaver:. A Question of Perspective. Alice the Evil Witch
It was never easy being lumbered with the job of an evil witch. Her mother had told her that one daughter, in the family, had been ‘blessed’ with the task of evil witch over the ages. After all, her mother … Continue reading
Sunday Writing Prompt, May 23/21 – Speak Now, or Forever Hold Your Peace
What happened started off so innocently. We were kids, we played, we made fun of the old neighbours, especially the weird and wacky ones. We picked on old Mrs Kelty. We kids thought she was a witch and so we … Continue reading
Sunday Writing Prompt – Great Balls of Fire
When it happened, it astounded everyone. Not again was the cry around the room. Poor Cousin Harry had gone up in a ball of fire. It wasn’t until Harry’s dust was cleared away that the talk turned to “Have we … Continue reading
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Sunday Writing Prompt, April 25/21- Define Insanity – Brain Fever
As it had been raining for the past week, Lester had decided that enough was enough. After all, the rain prevented him from going outside, and it was outside that Lester liked to be. He was an optimist, and he … Continue reading
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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt – Three Senses – A Smell in the House.
We’d been having problems with mice. Baits had been doing their bit but there seemed a never-ending supply of them scampering across the kitchen floor. I had discovered that there were reasons for not baiting in the house, as they … Continue reading
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Sunday Writing Prompt – The End of the Road – March 28th
As it got closer he wondered If the end of the road was what it claimed Or was it the start of a new road? He could see it looming before him There was something immovable about it. Beyond it … Continue reading
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Tale Weaver – #318 – Bookworm – 11March
It was my first visit to the University Library and I was nervous as I’d heard so much about the place being huge and how easy it was to get lost in it. Well it was certainly big. I checked … Continue reading
Sunday Writing Prompt – In the Thick of It – March 7th
It was one of those family reunions where as an aging member, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep track of the ever-growing family. When I was young, we had these gatherings, and it was my cousins whom … Continue reading
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Tale Weaver/Fairytale – #317 – 4th March – The Wicked Witch – A Miss Marble Story
Miss Marble, witch, of 46 Grimace Street had long pondered the difference between a good and wicked witch. Her own life, she concluded, as long as it had been, had contained elements of the good and bad. Mostly she thought … Continue reading
Tale Weaver – #316 – 25 February – The Red Hair Girl – Carrots
Her name was Alice Marie Jenkins, and the first day she walked into Gino’s café, her flaming red hair immediately had our attention. We met each afternoon in Gino’s because it was a safe place for us and good for … Continue reading