Once upon a time I listened to the yadda, yadda, yadda of a spell echo round the cylindrical walls of a black cauldron filled with a smelly, syrupy soup concocted to fix whatever it was the witch doctor stirring the pot said was wrong with me. Doc ladled some of the syrup into a cup and gave it to me forcing me to wrap my fingers around the cup’s ornate handle featuring a smiling serpent with a wicked forked tongue sticking out.
Now, what would you have done? Would you politely drink whatever was in the cup or would you dump it all out?
I often just drink it, but this time I poured it out when doc wasn’t looking. An ugly monster rose from the dirt floor and grew to immense proportions before its head exploded – and I was glad it didn’t do that in my stomach – leaving me happily ever after to tell the tale.
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Denise offers the prompt word “echo” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of December 2025.
Boring
Though it’s boring I’m snoring away all those daydreams that come during day and those nightmares as well got me snoring. I’d tell you a story – “It’s boring,” you say.
There once was a wonderful sky and a guy with two eyes asking why
Sweet Candy
Though I used to think candy was sweet, well, it is and it was. I could eat my fair share of the stuff even more than enough even more than my share. It’s so sweet.
It’s away in a sleigh we will go though it’s warm and there isn’t much snow. In fact, it’s quite hot and the reindeer are not really reindeer. Oh, well. Here we go!
that fine sky was so red. Ah, there’s blue now instead.
Giving
I am living, that’s why I will be someone giving back life given me. There are more ways than one to give life. See? The sun keeps on giving and giving for free.
With the holly and ivy we go. Grab a kiss under sweet mistletoe. But is mistletoe sweet? Well, the rhyme was no cheat. May that kiss bring you bliss and love grow.
During Christmas our family is fine. There are some who perpetually whine. There are some full of joy. How they giggle, annoy all the whiners, but family is fine.
The cell of my prison’s fine door was opened. I stood on the floor. Do I dare to go out? Dare I run, walk about? I stayed stuck so they locked the cell door.
Leaves of a magnolia tree (I think) just south of Charlotte in South CarolinaBlue bark on some strange tree in southern Florida although it might be a common tree in that areaA view of the fort at St. Augustine, Florida
The shepherds knew an angel who had told them of His birth. They went to see the mystery of peace, goodwill on earth.
Today as well we yearn to tell, like them, this tale of love, with accent true with joy that’s new from ancient songs above.
Go on and see beyond the tree how righteousness reigns there. He will not leave though devils grieve. He’s with us everywhere.
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Denise offers the prompt word “accent” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
I am grateful to P. A. Oltrogge whose book of poems, tales, carols and Bible verses, Christmas on the Porch, reminded me that it is the Christmas season and a narrative poem may be the best story.
There are many trails where we live in South Carolina.
This trail is a couple miles long and I can walk to it from the sidewalk. Indeed, it is hard to tell where the sidewalk stops and the trail begins.
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Here is where the trail becomes interestingMore of this section of the trailI haven’t gone under the railway yet, so let’s see what’s thereBeware of the holes in the bridge
Daniel wrote, Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the most Holy.1
Although at first he didn’t understand, he knew he was promised understanding and that this was an answer to his supplication. But how did the virgin with child that Isaiah prophesied fit into all of this and why that name Immanuel?
The channel of events in the vision ended ominously with: and for the overspreading of abominations he shall make it desolate, even until the consummation, and that determined shall be poured upon the desolate.2
Understanding comes through obedience and as Daniel wrote in obedience his understanding matured until he realized the virgin’s role between the going forth of the commandment to rebuild the walls and this desolation along with the central importance of the sixty-third of those seventy weeks when the covenant would be confirmed.
As gratitude overwhelmed him with peace Daniel could see that the ink was dry enough for him to roll up the scroll.
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Denise offers the prompt word “channel” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
After Nimrodwannabe’s kingdom fell to the Medes and Persians, Daniel won the favor of Darius, the new king, to the envy of others. Some of those others deceived Darius into passing a law, secretly targeting Daniel to get rid of him, that Darius could not undo punishable by death to whomever broke it.
When Daniel did not obey he was arrested and sentenced to spend a night in the den of lions who were kept hungry by not feeding them provision from the lion keeper’s shed. All Darius could do at this point to save his favorite was wait and see if Daniel’s God could and would protect him from the treasonous setup.
When Daniel survived Darius had the deceivers – along with their wives and children – cast into the same den for the lions to execute judgment. The lions eagerly did.
Daniel 6:24 KJV – And the king commanded, and they brought those men which had accused Daniel, and they cast them into the den of lions, them, their children, and their wives; and the lions had the mastery of them, and brake all their bones in pieces or ever they came at the bottom of the den.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 