Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.


When his wife with a tone more of annoyance than concern reported that Professor Weissalles did not return home again last night, campus security questioned Evie, the teaching assistant at the University of Noital assigned to his Advanced Nescience class.
He pushed all my buttons, she said.
What happened to him?
Poof!
Knowing Evie held a BA with honors in nescience they didn’t expect to get much out of her until she began what would end up being a needlessly lengthy confession, but they only heard the first sentence before they, too, vanished.
OK, I’ll admit I gave him the apple, but it was his own fault that he ate it just like the two of you did.
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Denise offers the prompt word “tone” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Genesis 3:6 KJV – 6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.

Dale offers the prompt “landscapes” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
Below are landscapes from three different locations taken may years apart.
The areas represented are South Carolina, Switzerland and Colorado.
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When I think of C.S. Lewis the first thing that comes to mind is his novel, The Great Divorce. In that novel one of his characters, the Teacher, has the following to say which I formatted below as a poem:
There are only two kinds of people in the end:
those who say to God:
‘Thy will be done,’
and those to whom God says, in the end,
‘Thy will be done.’
All that are in Hell, choose it.
Without that self-choice there could be no Hell.1
So, assuming you do not want to be in hell, how do you get out of whatever hell you might be in? By hell I mean addiction, sin, or even illness. The Holy Spirit provides the way.

About a mile from where we now live is the Upper Room Chapel. This is one of the buildings remaining from the former Heritage USA.
In the evening of the second and fourth Saturdays of the month there is worship singing in the top floor followed by fellowship in the basement.
We went there last Saturday and I noticed the doors. Here are a few pictures of them.
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We moved to Fort Mill, South Carolina, three years ago without knowing much about the place. It is now home. May our Father’s kingdom come and His will be done in the greater Charlotte area.
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Linked to Thursday Doors.

Emperor Dunklematerie reviewed the budget for the next year noting the line for the University of Noital. He asked his royal advisors, Why so much money for Noital?
“But, your Highness, they do so much good that doesn’t need to be done,” one advisor said.
Dunklematerie knew that all of his advisors were doctorates of something or other from that university. None of them would row against the current of support for their alma mater.
Regretting every penny, Emperor Dunklematerie groaned, Ach . . . go ahead and fund them.”
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Denise offers the prompt word “row” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Proverbs 17:16 KJV – Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a fool to get wisdom, seeing he hath no heart to it?

There is much advice on how to avoid addiction and victoriously weather storms. Some of them work for a few weeks or even years.
However, there’s a short-cut to victory. Every storm bows forever if you keep your mind on Him: the narrow way, the truth and the life.
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Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.


One of my poems, Words, has been published today in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it.
Emperor Dunklematerie walked down the street in his new clothes which were so finely made that he might have appeared – to the untrained eye – naked.
“I applaud our glorious Emperor who’s not only a brilliant scientist but a connoisseur of the arts,” one well-paid servant of the realm posted with a billion AI-generated likes.
Another showcased the ingenious tailors who fashioned the exquisite clothing out of the “density of the darkest gravity”.
And another remarked how pricelessly expensive those designer clothes were with holes in them everywhere – not just the knees – to cover the Emperor “in the cosmic void itself”.
Unfortunately, once a certain breed of children reach a certain age and before they reach a certain other age when they start thinking like they’re supposed to, there’s not much you can do with them. Thanks to them the whole world got to see AI-manipulated clips of Dunklematerie before their social media accounts where locked.
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Denise offers the prompt word “breed” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Proverbs 16:18 KJV – 18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.

One of my poems, Words, has been published today in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it.