Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home again.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today's prompt is Fiction. This is a thing I would not willingly live without.
My poem is a partial repost from almost five years ago, just carefully improved and updated.
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| My old partner in crime |
I wrote my first fiction some time before school,
Wrote poems of sons and stories of cats.
A decrepit typewriter, ancient as time
Was my friend and my partner in crime.
I once had as homework to tell us a tale
Of ghosts from a place that I knew.
I wrote of a troll, of a church and a hill
Oh, the tale ... I remember it still.
As an end to the story I wrote, as was true:
If I didn't have no books at all
I would write me some books, at a terrible speed.
Just for to have something to read.
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January 13: Fiction (today)
January 20: Sheep
January 27: Silver
February 3: Funky
February 10: Funny
February 17: Fidgety
February 24: Fluffy
Love your partner in crime. I still have my typewriter too, though it isn't as old as that beauty.
SvarSletI love fiction and read it daily (along with non fiction).
Sadly I do not have this typewriter any more. It totally stopped working, the ribbon no longer movint, the keys out of alignment ect. My mom made me ditcjh it ... still miss it for decorative purposes. It was the exact same model as the one in the picture. Later I learnt typing in school, but never got really good at it. And I just ditched my old typewriter, neither functional, nor beautiful, so there's that.
Slet