This haiku was originally written for Haiku Horizons in 2018. Now it’s being recycled for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.
A strange, old dolly
made of clay, sticks, moss, and straw.
Hat pins make her go
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3TC MM26 | Simple
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you may add Di’s logo if you wish.
Looking forward to reading your responses.
Your final three words for this week are:
REFLECT
REVERSE
RILE
Bubba sat in his ’68 Chevelle in the BFD Welding parking lot and reflected on the day’s events. Now that his two girlfriends know about one another, he was screwed. His boss was riled up too, considering the cat fight that broke out when the two women saw each other. “Take it outside, take it outside!” He kept yelling. They ignored him and kept it inside. Bubba smiled to himself. It was sorta funny.
What the hell was I thinking? How could I be so stupid making a lunch date with both on the same day? It’s that dadgum fancy calendar is what it is. Two squares for one day, AM & PM, I reckon. Who wouldn’t be confused? They just don’t make simple calendars for simple people like they used to.
Bubba lit up a Camel straight and took a long drag. Hell, now I gotta decide between Yvonne and Delores. Delores and Yvonne. Dang, I dunno!
He cracked open a longneck PBR from the cooler in his back seat and took a long swig. BURRRRRPPP!!!
What to do, what to do? Bubba flicked his cigarette butt out the window as his cell phone rang.
Lord, now what? “Hello?”
“O’ course, I remember you, Rhonda! How you been, baby?”
Decision made.
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Fibbing Friday | 04/11/2025
Hello and welcome to Fibbing Friday where Di is inviting us to be outrageous, silly, cheeky, or whatever takes your fancy (as long as you keep it family friendly). Fib your socks off when answering the ten questions set below but remember, truth is not an option, whereas having fun is.
Below are the words for this week:
- Embiggen
- To make larger by using mind control.
2. Eargasm - Anything that sounds so good it makes your ears drip.
3. Erumpent - When someone’s rear end erupts repeatedly. Fancy word for a succession of farts.
4. Eldritch - When elderly people itch.
5. Epizootic - Epic stories of escape by animals trapped in zoos.
6. Frabjous - French raspberry liqueur
7. Floo-fla - A small town in Florida.
8. Fipple - When your flip-flop falls apart
9. Floop - A TV show that is a flop and full of bloopers
10. Fizgig - When a gig fizzles.
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Sylvia
Can you tell a story in 28 words using the following words in it somewhere? Click here to join in.
VODKA
BEDRAGGLED
MASK
Sylvia walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka martini. The bedraggled bartender looked up slowly.
“Vodka preference?”
“The best you got!”
“Take off your mask first.”
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3TC MM25 | Shattered
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add Di’s logo if you wish.
Looking forward to reading your responses.
Your three words today are:
HERO
HAND
MIRROR
Annalise gazed into her hand mirror and sighed. It was no use. All the money she spent on beauty creams, facials masques, Botox and lip fillers was all for naught. Not to mention the crazy diets, weight loss pills, and Fat Farms. She looked exactly the same as she always did: Chubby and homely.
Why can’t I look like my sister and the rest of the family? I’m tired of wearing a paper bag over my head in public. At least they finally let me cut tiny eye holes in it. Damn decent of them.
Somehow, Annalise let the hand mirror slip from her hand. It shattered when it hit the floor.
Oh, that’s just swell. She looked down at the shards through a blur of tears. Seven years bad luck on top of it all!
A puff a smoke began to rise from the shattered pieces, spiraling gracefully toward the ceiling. Annalise considered running but was mesmerized by elegance of the smoky swirls.
Suddenly the smoke dissipated, and a nine-foot-tall, handsome monster of man stood before her.
“Here to help ya, not to hurtcha, Ma’am.”
Annalise stared at him with her mouth hanging open. Finally, she found her voice. “Who? What? How?…”
“Pardon my manners Annalise. My name is Omar, Hero to the Homely.”
“Wow.”
“Indeed. Omar agreed. I am here today to grant you one wish. Just one, so give it some thought and choose wisely.
Annalise beamed at him. “Okay, give me a minute. I have to think!”
“Of course, dear. Take your time.” Omar said. “I’m in no hurry.”
Annalise’s mind raced. It was between becoming svelte and sexy or bold and beautiful.
“Oh, I wish I could decide!”
With that, Omar was gone. Annalise had made her decision, but it didn’t matter now.
It took a minute to sink in. “Bloody hell!” Annalise collapsed to the floor in tears.
After a good cry, she found a broom and dustpan and began sweeping.
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Ergo, the Ogre 