Another Sunday Meme?

Testing, Testing...

Am I on? Yes?

OK, good.

Hello all! I am running a "test" post to see if there would be any interest in a new Sunday Meme, since we no longer have the Sunday 160, conceived, owned, and hosted by the one and only Monkey Man. My idea is to use a similar "micro-story" theme and call it Sunday Seven. I would love it, if you are interested, to indicate your interest in the comment section below. My idea is for all of us to write an expression, micro-story or poem in just 7 words...or tell a story in 7 pictures... As long as it conveys an idea, abstract or literal, fantastical or unbelievable, in 7 components, it's all good.

I am also testing out a Mr. Linky widget. Please help me test it out by placing a link to your current blog post on this widget. This is all new and a bit "high tech" for me, so if you can humor me, I'd appreciate your help.

Thanks so much!

Sunday 160: The End

This ending

isn’t end

rather

a beginning

Time to explore

new jungles

& lay claim to

branches

bearing bunches

of previously concealed

bananas

Feast well

Don’t throw poop

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Image Courtesy of Clkr.com 

Thank you, Monkey Man, for the time spent hosting this meme. I've enjoyed the challenge and will miss our Sunday get-togethers. I wish you well on your break and will welcome you back, with arms wide open, should you decide to return to blogging. Bye, bye Monkey.

Saturday Centus/Sunday 160: It's Not Funny!

why does she

laugh out loud...
every minute

of every hour

of every day?

what wickedness,

what cruel curse

is at play?

she’s not laughing?

‘tis hiccups you say?

never mind

Copyright 2011

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As always, the prompt is in GREEN.

Okay...I know, I know...but's it all I could come up with after a 12 hour shift at the hospital. I took the liberty of combining 2 memes into one as tomorrow is another workday for me.

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Sunday 160: Dream #7-Tough Job

I’m Agent 5^th:

your top secret super spy

My job: dispose of

highly poisonous thumbtacks

without luxury of

disposable gloves

Oops…

I dropped one

in a hospital bed

Damn!

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Monkey Man is host to Sunday 160: where one must write a story or poem in EXACTLY 160 characters (spaces included). Please visit his site to read other entries and complete rules.

Sunday 160: Coming to Light

When the time drew near

a heavenly white light,

so bright, 

approached

Unfortunately,

it was unable to

retrieve the child’s soul

for he had built his wall too high

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The above is based on a recent dream

Monkey Man is host to Sunday 160: where one must write a story or poem in EXACTLY 160 characters (spaces included). Please visit his site to read other entries and complete rules.

Sunday 160: New York Bound

Times Square courtesy of Google Images

Channeling Frank Sinatra:

“Start spreading the news,

We’re leaving Thursday

We want to be a part of it

New York, New York”

The question is:

Is New York ready for us?

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Okay, it's the best I could do before leaving for work today. Maybe I should have let my daughter sing it. It may have gone over better. To view the writings of seasoned 160 participants, please go visit Monkey Man.

Sunday 160: Dream #5-The Journey Begins

Hopping aboard 

slow moving train 

journeying into past 

1^st stop: Highland House 

dropping off dirty laundry 

picking up key 

opening door 

to future 

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My contribution to this week's Sunday 160 for the Monkey Man, loosely based on a dream of mine. What can you say in exactly 160 characters?

Sunday 160: Dream #4

Quiz:

Smoked Lace?

a) Name of feral cat I took care of in a dream (in order to earn college credit)

b) A tasty new treat

c) What I did just prior to going to bed

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Some of you, who know me on Facebook, are privy to random postings containing snippets of various dreams I have. Based on the sheer craziness of many of these dreams, I would not put it past these friends to choose C.  The correct answer, however, is A. 

I love my dreams.They are quite entertaining and many give subtle, and not so subtle, clues to the subconscious. The following, a dream which occurred just last night, is a really good example:

I found myself a 2^nd job at another local hospital. Part of my duties entailed participating in an afternoon cooking contest using a mystery ingredient. I was literally “floored” to find out my mystery ingredient was a carpet remnant.

So I did what any clever cook would do. I first roasted the remnant to bring out its natural savory goodness. I then trimmed and deep fried the carpet threads until nice and perfectly crispy. After which I ground them into a fine powder and added it to a mix and made churros. Unfortunately, I woke up before judging was completed. 

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The purpose of Sunday 160 is to write a story or prose in EXACTLY 160 characters. Please go visit host extraordinaire, Monkey Man, to play along or read other offerings. I hope you enjoyed my little contribution. 

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Sunday 160: Dream #3 - The Drive

Driving on foreign land

rescuer at my side

rounding a bend

stunned to see

the giant with a dagger

realizing only then

my passenger

was no hero

rather 

villain instead

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I enjoy participating in this weekly meme, where one must write a prose, a story, in EXACTLY 160 characters (spaces included). I am finding that this format works perfectly with my dreams. Please be sure to visit Monkey Man and read other entries. 

Sunday 160: Recovery

The recovery center was palatial

It was just where I needed to be

I only wished 

my top secret super power

~floating~

was useful at the steps 

of the palace gates

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Another dream that lent itself to 160 characters. 

For more monkey business 

and other 160's, 

please go visit 

The Monkey Man. 

Sunday 160: Dream #2 - Keeping Secrets

fearing her secrets would soon be discovered

she worked diligently to hide bottles of wine

and private mementos from her past

along the roller coaster’s wild path 

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I'm participating in Monkey Man's weekly meme 

where the point is to write a piece

in exactly 160 characters (spaces included) 

I am finding this is the perfect platform 

to share bits and snippets of my dreams

as I walk my life's journey.  

Sunday 160: Winter's Respite

1st spring like day

after winter’s chill

sunshine’s warmth

upon the flesh

gentle breezes

scented with fragrance

of budding dogwoods

ice cream

heralds

promise of spring

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For more monkey-shines please visit my friend the Monkey Man! 

Sunday 160: Basement Dream #1

The basement was cold

Barefoot, I stepped

onto the damp, dusty, dirt floor

There she was

back by the washing machines

in the darkened corner

hanging dolls up to dry

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I'm participating in Monkey Man's "Sunday 160" where the point is to write a piece in exactly 160 characters (spaces included). This week I've decided to use the platform to document a snippet of a dream I had last summer. 

Sunday 160: The Burning Bush

Rounding the corner

we came upon what was once

a burning bush

Sparks still arise

from the smoldering embers.

I watched in awe

as my friend

retrieved the garden hose. 

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I've been writing my dream snippets as part of my daily Facebook status. Last night's dream made for a perfect 160. For more 160 fun, please visit my pal, The Monkey Man for more entries and rules to this weekly micro-writing exercise. 

Catch Up Time: Saturday Centus, Sunday 160, Micro-fiction Monday

I have been busy working at my "real job" the past several days and have had absolutely no time to keep up with my blog. This morning I arose before daybreak to play a little catching up with my favorite memes!


First shall be Ms. Jenny's Saturday Centus, combined with Susan's Micro-Fiction Monday. 


Susan, from Stony River, leaves us a unique, unusual picture each and every week for us to design a 140 character story (spaces included). It is definitely a challenging exercise in brevity and one I've come to really enjoy.


Normally, Ms. Jenny gives us a 100 word essay limit for her weekly Centus. But not this week. Never to be one to do the same ol' same ol', our dear Jenny decided to mix things up a bit abbreviated and limit our essay to a minuscule, measly, 25 word flash fiction using a word prompt. (Her prompt will be in red in the story to follow)


140 characters usually approximate 25 words. What better way to challenge myself than to use both as prompts. Right? Well, you all be the judge of that. 

Koeru-San

I shall be your escort

as you redeem the lottery ticket.

Never mind that, Tamotsu-San.

Go fill my parasol, to the brim,

At Benihana’s.

Note: Koeru means to “grow fat” and Tamotsu means “defender, protector” in Japenese

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Next shall be Monkey Man's Sunday 160. Since I am still recovering from a crazy busy work weekend this is a short piece belaboring an unfortunate truth about hospital work.   

Nothing.

Hot soaks,

Massages,

Nor even a brand new pair 

Of top of the line work shoes

Will prevent foot pain

Or leg cramps

When one is on their feet

For over 36 hours!

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Sunday 160: Kansas Dreaming

Fluffy tufts of cottonwood trees

on gentle breezes flew

joins soft scent of prairie grass

wet with morning dew

add memory of meadowlark’s song

is when I dream of you

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Kansas has been on my mind of late. It is where I grew up. I often long for those days long past. The simple beauty of the prairie tugs at my heartstrings. The strength of its people give me hope. However, my memories will always remain with me. 

ad astra per aspera

To the stars with difficulty

This motto refers not only to the pioneering spirit of the early settlers, but also the difficult times Kansas went through before becoming a state. I embrace this motto for myself. For if it were not for those "difficult" times, I would not be who I am today. I am a Kansas girl, through and through.

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I frequently participate in Monkey Man's Sunday 160 where the only rule is to write a short story or poem in 160 characters total. It is a fun challenge and really stretches the mind of a would be writer. To read other entries or to participate, please go to his site. 

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All images above came from Google Images. 

Sunday 160: The Dance Goes On

Step

Step

Stepping

Two stepping

Skipping

Strutting

Treading

Trudging

Tripping

(Falling

Failing

Rising

Surviving)

Step

Step

Stepping

Slow dancing

Waltzing

Praising

The new song

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To participate in this weekly meme (where you have a total of 160 characters to write your prose or thoughts) or to read some really fantastic entries, please go visit my friend the Monkey Man.

Sunday 160: Guess Where I'm Going Today

Gray sky overhead

A wet, cold, and dreary day

Donning appropriate apparel

The journey begins

To see if we can maintain

The coveted spot:

Last place position

In the NFL

To participate in this weekly meme (where you have a total of 160 characters to write your prose or thoughts) or to read some really fantastic entries, please go visit my friend the Monkey Man. 

Sunday 160: Home Again

(photo from last Christmas)

Ah, to be home again

Visiting family is fun

But there is something to be said

About sleeping in your own bed

Hanging out in jammies

and watching your own shows on TV

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To participate in this weekly meme (where you have a total of 160 characters to write your prose or thoughts) or to read some really fantastic entries, please go visit my friend the Monkey Man. You won’t be sorry!

Sunday 160: Tears

(Image courtesy of http://www.allthepages.org/)

Silent tears emerge and flow

upon the banks

of the Smoky Hill River  

when she suddenly realizes

 this is the very first time

she has ever known

and truly felt love

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To participate or read other samples of this new genre of fiction, 

please visit Monkey Man. The idea behind Sunday 160 

is to write a short piece in exactly160 characters, 

spaces included.