Mystery? What mystery? Well the choice is yours. You can have the saga of the missing toilet roll, you could have the mystery of life, the universe and everything but of course the same limit remains, 42 words and that’s it folks.
There’s crime a foot this week on 42 words and you’re the one in charge of wrapping it up – in 42 words. What type of crime, where, when, how, why? I don’t know but I suspect we will have a few suspects to consider. So jump to it folks and get the hounds on the trail for this is the second to last week and we need to find our criminal.
Caught red handed
Guilty as charged
But they were incompetent
Could not prove the crimes against him
Now he’s free to spew his words of hate once again
Wow, what an immense topic, its bigger than the olympic stadium, its bigger than the one that got away, it’s bigger than armchair wrestling at the local nursing home.
You can go anywhere you like with this one, playing a sport, watching a sport, inventing a sport, being a good sport, sporting a new beard, sports cars, crocheting your team’s sports beanies, or even your local sports day. You can catch the ball, toss down the bails and score the home run but remember there is a very specific limit here … 42 words and then your time is up.
I loved playing cricket. One day, I badly twisted and broke a meniscus in my right knee. It needed a couple of surgeries to fix. Now, I watch cricket at home, in front of a tv. No more playing on the field.
Identity is the qualities, beliefs, personality, looks and/or expressions that make a person (self-identity as emphasized in psychology) or group (collective identity as pre-eminent in sociology). One can regard the awareness and the categorizing of identity as positive or as destructive.
Now I don’t want to give you any preconceived notions on where to take this prompt for there are a lot of different wars in this world. Perhaps its the war on the back yard grass, perhaps its the war with the second cousin who scoffs all the drinks, perhaps its the war on your dwindling self confidence, perhaps its Errol Flynn’s war on the woman in Hollywood, perhaps its another type all together.
She was fuming.
This isn’t the way to do it, Julia thought.
A stickler for grammar, she couldn’t understand why this new generation couldn’t spell or write properly. 4u and gr8 weren’t words in her vocabulary.
Siblings, options a plenty with this topic. Are they at war, are they in cahoots, are they social distancing and actually missing each other or are they simply good naturedly bickering as all siblings should.
I miss you, brother!
There was a time that we were best friends. Now we hardly ever talk to each other. It’s not that we are estranged, it’s just that we both are too busy with our lives.