Category Archives: MindLovesMisery Menagerie

Family Secret

It’s First Line Friday at The Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie blog! Florence paused at the door, “what the hell did you just say?” “I said,” Frankie grabbed the remote and turned down the volume on the TV. “That I joined the Zombie Apocalypse Response Team.” “I cannot believe my ears.” Florence closed the door and plopped down […]
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Dessert

It’s Wordle #212 over at the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Blog! Connie was sick of her badmash boyfriend Brad and this disgusting all-you-can-eat buffet he insisted on taking her to. Everything seemed to glisten as if it had been doused in oil. From the food on the rusty old buffet to the Formica tables and red vinyl […]
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Barbaric Elegance

Same Same But Different at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie! Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead. Your words this week are: water fabric polish switch floor Agatha-June’s […]
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October Farm

Once again, it’s time for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.   After cold-moon night thin frost sparkling on pumpkins a crisp sun rises      

Last Knight

Today’s writing prompt at Mindlovemisery Menagerie is the image below. Dinah liked to think of herself as a realist, immune to faerie tales, knights in shining armor, and dreams that can’t come true. That’s kid stuff, she told herself, and Dinah was no kid. She was tough, capable, and independent. Yet, deep down inside, there […]
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Katrina, You Bitch

Today at the MindLoveMisery Menagerie we have Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille. The writing prompt is hurricane.   Ominous clouds roll world is too still, too quiet. Sky turns weird, greenish. One bar stays open downtown — aptly serving ‘hurricanes.’    

The Truth

Today at MLMM we have Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 7th 2018 the voice of the wind.   Autumn’s crisp, clean breeze (lacking Spring’s hyperbole) tells it like it is.