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And poof he was gone

“Oh no! No! No. Get back here! You do not just pick me up from work, drop me off in the middle of no where, and poof!”

Where am i anyways? Jesse glanced around. Granted the flowered landscape was beautiful. And… yes that was a unicorn.

Get a grip Jess. “No nope you did not just disappear.”

“Did you just stomp your foot?” Sevin caught Jesse before she fell. Picking her up however, elicited a small squeak. Bonus! And as any self preserving being knew, squeaks were never referenced. Sucky balance on the otherhand… “You really need to quit spinning like that.”

Ignoring the fact that her feet dangled, Jesse glared at her demon. “I did not stomp me foot!”

February 8, 2022 0

“Add a dab of this, a dribble of that and stir. Within seconds, you’ll have…”
“Well, I’m sure I am not supposed to have you.”
“One second. Where did I go wrong?”
“A dab? Tapping your foot doesn’t get you back sooner. Nor does sighing.”
“Ah… white sugar. That was it, but how did we do the Pacific?”
“Oh? Oops! Yes, yes, pointing that error out helps. Hand writing you know?”
“A dab of that , a smidge of this, one pinch, a stir and back you go.”
“I really need to learn to type these recipes.”

<<Writingprompt.com via Twitter 06.10.2021
“Add a dab of this, a dribble of that and stir. Withing seconds, you’ll have…”

June 14, 2021 0

Twentypence for a lifetime, a laugh, a love, a thought
Typical ignorance denied the inspiration of inflation
Wonderfully, but for a pittance the thought was lost

The ultimate answer is forty-two
What was the question no one knew
Envious minds reply on rote
Nodding to something that could be a joke
The end the beginning
Your imagination could find the question
One night years from now
Newly evolved in a dawning light
Eschewing the answer, what was the question?

<< Writingprompt.com via Twitter 7.12.2020 Write a poem about the number 21. >>

July 29, 2020 0