Weekend Writing Prompt — Mudlark

In hindsight I can see that it was my own fault. I squandered the opportunity by not meeting my obligations. I should have instigated a plan to make the most of things, but I let things slide. And now, like a mudlark, I’m stuck wallowing in the mud hoping to find redemption.

(Exactly 52 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “mudlark.” I’d never heard of this word before, so I had to Google it. A mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value. It was a term used especially to describe those who scavenged this way in London during the late 18th and 19th centuries.

Also for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (hindsight), The Daily Spur (fault), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (squander), Ragtag Daily Prompt (meeting), and Word of the Day Challenge (instigate). Photo credit: spitalfieldslife.com.

Feeling Empty

There’s nothing worse than feeling empty inside
There’s no medicine I can take to ease the pain

While the pity of love lost is impossible to hide
I thought my avarice gave me something to gain

I had hoped that my greed you would take in stride
I evasively tried to cover up evidence of the stain

But I failed miserably and we both cried and cried
And now I am hollow, like a furnace with no flame

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (medicine), Your Daily Word Prompt (pity), Word of the Day Challenge (avarice), My Vivid Blog (evasively), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hollow), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (furnace). Image credit: Ladders Inc at drawception.com.

SoCS — Too Tired to Think

I spent much of the day today (Friday) using Google to research the best kind electric bikes to buy for my wife and me. I was also trying to figure out the best kind of hitch to mount on my electric car, and the best kind of bike rack to attach to that hitch — one that can accommodate two e-bikes, which can weigh 60+ pounds each. Holy cow, that took up a lot of time and I’m still not sure I have the best answers yet.

Golly gee I’m tired. It’s 11 pm where I live as I write this and I can barely keep my eyes open. So I think I’m going to wrap this up, schedule it to post in the wee hours of the morning when, hopefully, I’m soundly sleeping, and then will continue my research tomorrow.

Good gosh I hope I’ll have all my answers by the end of this weekend because I’m exhausted.

And by the way, this whiny post was written in response to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where she asks us to “use ‘golly gee’ or another interjection that displays the same sentiment in your post.”

Gee whiz I’m tired.

FOWC with Fandango — Squander


Welcome to November 27, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “squander.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.