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SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 5th – “sap/sep/sip/sop/sup.”

“sap/sep/sip/sop/sup.”   “You stupid sap,” said the frog to my left. I’d been sitting on the lily pad in a state of bewilderment when I heard the voice. “You fell for the helpless old lady did you?” “Yes,” I croaked … Continue reading

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SoCS Dec. 29/18 – ‘ask someone else’

My parents were busy people who wanted and needed their weekends to relax and recharge before the next week began. So it befell to us kids to respect their wishes and basically keep out of their hair. I was working … Continue reading

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SoCS Oct. 20/18 – Can

Can I can because I can and that is why I can. You say I can’t but I can, so put that in your pipe and smoke it. I went to the shop today and purchased a dozen “CAN” lollies … Continue reading

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#SoCS Oct. 6/18 – Card

CARD He gave me a card but it wasn’t just any card. It was his card and being his card, it possessed no magical qualities of any sort. It sat limply in my hand waiting for me to initiate something … Continue reading

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#SoCS April 21/18 – spoke

A voice was heard behind me, and when it spoke, it wasn’t what I was expecting. “We don’t like you. You should leave now and not come back.” I turned to see whom it was that was speaking and were … Continue reading

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#SoCS April 14/18 – mon

On Monday I won money in the lotto. You know how it works, you pick six numbers you win a million. But to illustrate how hard a game it is this is what happened to me. Six numbers would have … Continue reading

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#SoCS March 30/18 – bun

When Bunnykins Bunton woke up and saw the blood, he immediately thought, “Here’s another job I have bungled.” On the floor beside him lay the baker, Mr Bunbury, covered in blood. What could have happened he asked himself? He remembered … Continue reading

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