Poem

RDP Monday: multitude

Today at RDP, sgeoil asks us to get creative
 with the word โ€˜multitudeโ€™. Thanks, Heather!
Hereโ€™s where the prompt word took me.

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Flash

Tis The Season

Written for Friday Fictioneers where our host Rochelle
asks us to use the photo below as inspiration

to write creatively in 100 words or less while
making every word count. Also in response to Gerry & Sue’s

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge where the prompt word
this week is ‘frenzied’. This is my 100 word flash.

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Short Story

Confessions Of An Online Shopper

Written in response to John Holtonโ€™s
This Week’s Writerโ€™s Workshop Prompts,
based on the prompt word โ€œshoppingโ€. Hereโ€™s my story.

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Short Story

Man Or Beast

It’s time once again for The Unicorn Challenge
where we are asked to respond to the photo prompt
by writing something brilliant in 250 words or less.
In exactly 250 words, this is my response.

ยฉ Ayr/Gray

The first half of my morning commute was always quite pleasant. Iโ€™d buy a muffin and a freshly brewed cup of coffee at Britain and McCainโ€™s, then hop on the Metro North New Haven line. The 7:18 train was brightly lit, clean, and the seats were suitably arranged, making for a comfortable ride. Iโ€™d always see the same faces, fellow suburbanites with their briefcases and newspaper tucked under an arm. A nod or a wave was all that was necessary; it was all quite civilized. Arriving at Grand Central Terminal, Iโ€™d hustle to catch the subway; once inside, all masks of civility were discarded. It became a jungle, survival of the fittest.
Finding a seat on the subway was a continuous battle. Any shred of human decency was stripped away as people trampled each other in the hope of securing a place to sit or, at the very least, a spot against a wall on which to lean. If you were unable to find neither seat nor wall, youโ€™d have no choice but to position yourself in the aisles where you could hang onto the hand straps suspended from the ceiling or stand shoulder-to-shoulder like disgruntled sheep crammed in a stall with no place to go. If anyone should stumble and fall, God help them because no one else would! Livestock on their way to the slaughterhouse. No wonder so many people were frustrated and disillusioned, dragging themselves to jobs they hated in conditions not fit for man or beast.

NARยฉ2024
250 Words

This is the Beatles with “One After 909”

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