The room fell eerily silent
All eyes gazed upon her
Her beauty was breathtaking
(Exactly 14 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the challenge is to use the word “breathtaking” in a 14 word post. Image credit: AI text to picture generator from Midjourney.
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
I blog anonymously. I don’t reveal my real world first name, nor my last name. I do have a real world middle name, but since I blog anonymously, I’m not going to reveal my middle name either.
My blogging nom de plume, pen name, pseudonym, the name under which I blog, is Fandango. Fandango has a last name, according to WordPress. It’s Fivedotoh. So for blogging purposes, my full name is Fandango Fivedotoh.
Fandango Fivedotoh has no middle name, so if I am to write a post about my middle name, it would have to be “NMN.” And that makes me Fandango NMN Fivedotoh
NMN means “No Middle Name.” It has no significance other than as a placeholder for where a middle name would be if Fandango had one, which he doesn’t.
As to the meaning or significance of my real world middle name, which I’m not going to reveal, I have no idea. I’d have to ask my parents why they chose that particular name for my middle name. But I can’t. They’re dead. So if there was any special meaning or significance to my real world middle name, my parents took it with them to the grave.
Oh well.
Linda G. Hill has given us an interesting challenge for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. She presented a word list that includes “mat/met/mitt/mot/mutt,” and said we should use one or use them all, any way we’d like in our post.
Alrighty then, here we go.
You asked how Mitt and I met. It’s really a funny story. One night it was pouring rain. I heard a scratching at my door and I opened it up to find a motley-looking mutt standing by itself on my doorstep. I looked around and then I saw a guy running up to my door. He introduced himself to me and apologized for his dog, who apparently just wanted get out of the rain. They were both soaking wet and looked pathetic. I felt so bad for them that I asked them to wipe their wet, muddy feet on the mat and to come in and dry off by the fire.
So that’s the story about how Mitt and I met. And, as they say, the rest is history.
Image created by AI text-to-art generator app, Midjourney.
It’s March 11, 2023. Welcome 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 “irregular.”
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. Show them some love.
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