"Amaze, Amaze, Amaze!" 

My eldest boy and I listened to the audio book, "Project Hail Mary" by Andy Weir and narrated my Ray Porter (incredible) and then we wore matching movie-related shirts (he's a sport) and sat in the D-Box seats to see the movie when it first released. 

We loved both! Loved the audio book and loved the movie. Mostly, I loved bonding with my grown boy in this way and him humoring me with matching attire - what a great man! 

Just like Rocky, I felt, "Amaze, Amaze, Amaze!"

Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Amaze

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No one forced me to eat this way.

I chose it almost ten years ago for health reasons.

Hell, I nearly died, sucked away from this life by a nasty case of sepsis. So, I embraced vegetarianism and haven’t had an issues since.

Has it made going out to eat with my meat-loving friends and family difficult? Very much so, but I make do.

I’m not a pushy vegetarian, “Pick a place I can eat, you jerks!”

Instead, I sit, eat my bowl of veggie soup, plate of black olives and pickles, and watch them crazy carnivores go to town.

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Go ahead, interpret this story in the comments. I definitely meant whatever you think I meant :) 

Smiles and warm boutique shop banter. A gold picture frame? A pretty antique bowl? A knick-knack or two?

She collected and displayed her wares on shelves, tables, and walls in the main street store. Pretty and quaint. ​Quite the delight to townsfolk and traveler alike.

Yes, she had plenty of trinkets to purchase – a little something for everyone.

“Do these actually go to anything?” The young woman held the painted keys, turning them over in her delicate hands. “Or are they purely decoration?”
​
Smiles disappeared as the owner weaved her fingers together. “It depends on what you’re willing to know.”

(100 Words Exactly)

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For a moment I was hopeful that I could proudly display the flag again.

Because in the most recent years, the flag had been taken over by a certain demographic on the back of their jacked up trucks, tattooed on their chests, or draped over their shoulders as they rushed the capitol.

But there was a chance, a new hope, that the flag was going to become a flag for everyone, like it once had been, before it started to morph and stand for something slightly different. 

The flag now caused you to doubt if we all believed the same any more, and instead of uniting, had seemed to do the opposite by dividing.

So, yes, when there was hope, I was excited and ready, flag in near hand! 

But alas, divided we still stand and my flag is still hidden for fear someone might lump me in the wrong crowd. 

Six Sentence Story hosted by Girlie On The Edge

I learned a new word today - 
pogonip - 
yet once I knew its definition
I realized it's possible to know something,
something very familiar,
even if you didn't know it had a fancy name. 

Glassy crystals on trees, 
hushed frozen foggy breath, hanging in the air,
everything dusted in frosty white. 
Each step crunching fragile blades,
simple sounds echoing, seemingly much louder
along nature's frigid exterior. 

I've seen it, I've experienced it, I've walked among it. 
But I had simply called it, "Too damn cold." 

Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Pogonip suggested by Martha Kennedy 

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He raised the glass of juice to his mouth, but stopped, and set it back down next to his coffee and breakfast. After a minute of adjusting everything and making sure the lighting was right –“Natural light is superior, Grandpa.” –he used his phone to take a sixty-second video.

“I don’t understand why anyone finds this interesting,” he had said when it first began. “Seems ridiculous.”

“You have almost a hundred thousand followers, Grandpa. You’re viral! They love you!”

Social media was stupid. Real stupid.
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But he videoed his meal, told a story, and loaded it to the Tiky-Toky app. 

​(100 words exact)

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The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bookmark.” Use as a noun, use it as a verb, use it way you’d like. Just write, let it go, have fun!

Tagged for later with a post-it note, 
a quick "save" to a Pinterest board, 
a highlighted passage in yellow,
a turned down corner of a page in a book, 
a scribbled on scrap of paper lost in the blackhole of my purse, 
a bookmarked website I want to visit again...
but for what again? 
A craft that looks promising,
a perfect quote, an outfit I want to replicate, 
a place I want to visit,
something funny I want to remember, 
the way a room was designed, wisdom for my soul,
a new exercise program to try.
a how to
a need to 
or a want to. 
Yet, I can highlight and tag or bookmark away, 
and most likely will continue to do so, 
only to never return to any of it
to view again. 

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 11, 2026 provided by Linda G. HiIl

​The seagulls circled in restless spirals, almost impatient, waiting long enough for him to take his leave. I lie on the cooling sand and watch him shrink. Our small sailboat carving its way through gray waves, disappearing with no plans of return.

​Salt and blood mark my tongue. My vision becomes cloudy. It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing more to see anyway. What’s done is done. The gulls no longer wait, and they argue over me as if I’m already gone. They tug and tear. 

We both knew one of us wasn’t leaving the island. I’d just hoped it wasn’t me. 
                          
                            (100 Words Exact)


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​ “Don’t touch that,” the lady shifted forward. “I’m warning you.”

To that point, she hadn’t moved or said a word but allowed me to carry trash bag after trash bag from her home. Having worked with hoarders, I knew this situation wouldn’t be much different.

"It looks like this bucket has been up here a long time, Ruby.” I stepped up the ladder. “It’s time to let it go.”

“Don’t,” she said. One simple word.

I pulled the bucket toward me and found it rather heavy. Once at eye level to peer inside, I turned and vomited on the floor. 

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