My email assured me that I was the winner of a prime lot in Arkansas and all I had to do was mail them a check for $5000.00. They would have to prise my fingers off my check book for that to happen. The spam was ridiculous in my email account.
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Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
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, ÿplease manually add your link in the comments.
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crystal’s breakable
I shouldn’t touch it myself
shatters on the floor
Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
My brother decided to leave the family behind and without a word moved to North Carolina which is many states away from us. He rarely kept in touch until one day he seemed to realize that he missed his family and parents and tried to make amends. He hadn’t fully made those amends by the time both of our parents had passed on and wondered what they did to be treated that way. He did come their funerals, but aside from that there is not much communication between us. My sister and I forget at times we even have a brother.
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Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
I am a bookworm. I have a kindle full of cozy mysteries and how-to books. I have a Kindle Unlimted account and I read more than the normal monthly amount of books so the membership is worth it.
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Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
I am a bookworm. I have a kindle full of cozy mysteries and how-to books. I have a Kindle Unlimted account and I read more than the normal monthly amount of books so the membership is worth it.
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Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
Write a story that starts when your character enters a new environment with a plan to achieve something that matters to them…and immediately faces an obstacle.
When you have finished writing, go back and put a new opening on your story.
Maddie entered the crowded classroom. There wasn’t an empty seat. She looked around, wondering what she was supposed to do. She dropped the knapsack with her textbooks on the ground at her feet as it was too heavy to hold for long.
Despite the lack of available seats, Maddie’s determination didn’t waver. She had chosen the earliest class, hoping it would be less crowded than the later ones, typically filled with people who had day jobs and couldn’t attend a morning class.
She spied a desk in the corner and noticed a chair behind it. She grabbed the chair and placed it next to the other students.
When the teacher entered and headed to the desk, she noticed the chair was gone. “Where is my seat?” she exclaimed in an aggravated tone. “I need my chair back.”
Maddie raised her hand and said,” I’m sorry. I have your chair as there wasn’t an empty seat available for me.”
“Who are you,” she asked, taking out the list of students in the class.
“Maddie Collins,” she replied, wondering what the teacher was going to do.
“Well, Maddie Collins, you don’t have a seat because you are not on the list of students for this class. Please let me see your schedule.”
Maddie stood up and walked over to the teacher and handed her the schedule the office had provided to her. She didn’t bother to look at the schedule herself since she was sure she was in the right place.
“Well, Maddie, it seems you should be in classroom 403 and not 408. You are in the wrong classroom. Please bring the chair back to my desk and get yourself over to the right classroom where I am sure they have a seat waiting for you. Next time, check your schedule carefully.”
Mortified, Maddie stood up, moved the chair back to the desk, grabbed her knapsack, and left the room.
When she arrived at room 408, she found the class had already started. She entered, and the teacher said, “You are late. I don’t tolerate lateness in my classroom.”
“I’m sorry,” Maddie said, taking the empty seat. I was in the wrong classroom just now.”
“OK, but don’t let it happen again. If you are late again, I will mark you absent, and the day won’t count, and I won’t accept your homework as completed.”
Maddie couldn’t believe how terribly she was being treated for a few minutes of tardiness. She took out her textbook and opened it to the page the teacher had written on the board. She wanted to cry, but she was sure the teacher would also have a complaint about that.
Maddie finished reading the section of text and then picked up the sheet of questions the teacher had placed on her desk. The questions were due at the next scheduled class. She shoved the book and sheet of questions into her knapsack and prepared to leave for her next class.
“Remember, the class starts promptly at 8 PM,” the teacher told her as she walked past her to leave.
“Yes, thank you. I will be here on time for the next class,” Maddie said quietly, although she wanted to shout at the teacher.
Tessa–
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
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