Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

John 10:9

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Six Sentence Story: The Voice Talks To Lou, But – Well – You’ll Find Out

After the voice rescued me from Lou’s cloud of demonic darkness, the tall, thin man figured I might as well get to know Lou in person and so we all sat at a table with the red-headed writer (though Aurelia had to leave when her phone told her to stop lollygagging and get back to work). The chitchat took some time to unravel its yakkity yarns making a way to my invisible friend, but when it did I had to concede to every skeptic at the table – which was all of us – that I never actually saw the voice nor did I even know his name.

The Bartender brought coffee and desserts and the chitchat resumed until it ended abruptly when Lou, wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery without wasting any more time, insisted that I, Tell that silent voice of yours to say something. I then heard the voice speak one word, Something, the minimum that Lou asked him to say.

From the expressions on the faces of those sitting with me at the table, I realized that none of them heard the voice and so I told them what the voice said. Looking at Lou look back at me I could tell he thought I was too far gone, too mental, too whatever and therefore harmless no matter how hard his terrified cloud of demonic darkness tried to convince him otherwise.

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Denise offers the prompt word “yarn” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Trail: Long Bridge

I go down this trail often because it is easy to walk to.

This is just off one of the Regent Parkway residential communities in Fort Mill, South Carolina.

Posted for Pepper’s One Step at a Time.

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Long bridge which some might call a boardwalk

Some bridges are a tad sketchy, but they are fun to look at.

Three ways to go. I take the one down the middle or to the right.

July 2026 Limericks

All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of July 2026.

Fakity Fake

It was fakity, fakity fake,
but we bought it since it came with cake.
And the cake tasted good
like a real, good cake should,
but the message was fakity fake.

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Prompt word: “fake” July 6, 2026

The sun’s setting and soon it is gone. Then the dark of the night lingers on,

A Wreck of a Limerick

Though they said, “It’s a wreck,” I am glad
it was not so remarkably bad.
It was not even worse
than the lines of this verse
and for that I am gratefully glad.

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Prompt word: “wreck” July 13, 2026 (modified)

but tomorrow will bring a fresh sunrise. We sing

Landing a Limerick

Though to fly might be fine I’ll just stand
where my feet feel the firmness of land.
I’ll leave flying to birds
or a limerick’s words
which don’t care – though they should – how they land.

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Prompt word: “land” July 20, 2026

and give thanks. We’ll then see a new dawn.

Puzzling Limerick

The puzzle is past and the pain
of pursuing it’s gone like the rain
when the joy has come out.
Wander freely about
and relax. Let the joy entertain.

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Prompt word: “puzzle” July 27, 2026

Cosmic Photo Challenge: Coast

Dale offers “coast” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

Although I am not near a coast at the moment, I have been in the past.

Here are some memories of coasts.

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A critter on the sandy shore just before a wave brought him happily back into the ocean

Ten Things of Thankful: July 25, 2026

I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.

The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.

(3) morning sunshine, (4) rain and (5) windows

(8) neighborhood sidewalks, (9) trees and (10) beautiful days

Psalm 25:10

Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

Six Sentence Story: Cake and Coffee

When we were back in Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro and I heard Moxie tell the red-headed writer that she couldn’t go into the cafe, I asked the voice if he had to stay here as well. Having gotten more acquainted with him I was glad to hear that he could go with me wherever I wanted to go and for as long as I wanted him to accompany me. So, we went to the cafe where we saw the tall, thin man entertaining Lou and Aurelia eating cake with coffee.

Since Aurelia said that the cake was very tasty we ordered some and went to sit at an inconspicuous table in the back. However, from Lou’s direction I sensed a cloud of demonic darkness zero in on my face to tell me, We’re going to send flowers of condolence to your next of kin after we’re done with you.

Realizing that I had only one sentence left with which to defend myself and I still hadn’t used the prompt word “pinch” I was surprised that the cloud suddenly backed away shaking in terror when it heard the voice by my side say, YOU again?

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Denise offers the prompt word “pinch” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Trails: James Polk Birthplace

Here is an AI generated description of this place that one can reach by car or the Little Sugar Creek Greenway:

James K. Polk was born in a log cabin in Pineville, North Carolina (then part of Mecklenburg County) on November 2, 1795.
The original farmhouse no longer exists, but the site is preserved as the President James K. Polk State Historic Site, located at 12031 Lancaster Highway in Pineville.
The historic site features a reconstructed log cabin based on period descriptions and is open to the public free of charge.

Posted for Pepper’s One Step at a Time.