Hi All,
This week Charles has gone for number 42, the very last choice on the list and I suspect, for some, it might bring a little angst but before we stroll down that avenue lets recap Astrid selection which had us all dwelling in the land of ROMANCE …
Rhen from Breathing Shallow Poetry
So, last week we were all sighs, love and laughter but with Charles selecting I just knew it wasn’t going to continue, so what dark road has Charles steered us towards you’re querying, well grab hold of an uninfected friend for we’re entering the world of
ZOMBIES
Now I suspect there may be a few people who are hesitant to wander down this path but when you think about it, its only 42 words and I’m sure you can come up with an idea or two.
It doesn’t have to be the zombie apocalypse, perhaps someone becomes a zombie after a hard week at work, perhaps its a song, a street name, or even a chicken dance. You get my drift here, let the imagination flow and see when it takes you.
Anyway, I’m estatic that Jenna over at Raspberry Ripples has chosen number 13 for next week but we need to keep them coming folks, so lets post them in the comments please and stop me stressing.
GONE | 2 | 3 | GONE | GONE | 6 | GONE |
8 | 9 | GONE | GONE | 12 | 13 | GONE |
15 | 16 | GONE | GONE | 19 | 20 | GONE |
GONE | GONE | 24 | 25 | GONE | GONE | GONE |
29 | 30 | 31 | GONE | GONE | 34 | 35 |
36 | GONE | 38 | 39 | GONE | GONE | GONE |
Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:
The proclamation of one of the newly baptized.
I thought I was having one,
Instead I was blessed with two.
Diapers, bottles, bibs everywhere,
What’s a girl to do?
Wash the clothes, boil water,
How could this be?
In all honesty I think,
Motherhood’s made a zombie out of me.
PS Don’t forget to pingback.
© Deb Whittam 2020
I’m pretty sure Charles doesn’t want something so benign with his prompt. 😀 I also think I chose a number in the past and then left you holding the bag! May I take #8?
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You sure can Chelsea 🙂
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The time that word used to always come to mind was early on Sunday mornings when I was on the Northern line. People on the tube would be falling asleep or staring into space. I think they had done night shifts. They looked half dead.
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I think I was on of them. I used to catch the 4.30am train to work. Talk about zoned out 🙃
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Congratulations!
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Yes, my granddaughter was born recently but supposedly she’s an angel 😘
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A wonderful thing, grandchildren❤
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Here is my entry:
https://mmastorytime.com/2020/09/28/the-fighting-undead/
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😊 Great tale Dave
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Yours is great, Deb!! Here’s mine: https://breathingshallowpoetry.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/zombies/
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Another great poem Rhen, love the ending 🙂
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Oh good, I’m so glad you’re pleased! 🙂
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You are a very talented writer Rhen, just believe in yourself 🙂
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I think it’s just that I don’t take my talent very seriously…I enjoy writing, but I don’t expect every piece to be brilliant…or liked by others 🙂
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You need to write for yourself, when you write for others it just becomes a chore 😉
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You’re so right–I learned that long ago!!
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I wrote one!
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That was hysterical Chelsea. That was absolutely hysterical 😄
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Thanks! It’s an honor, a real honor! 😀
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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