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He always said he wanted to make a mark; be remembered for something by generations to come.

He made a mark alright, a skid mark along the road as he slid into the back of the car in front.

For generations to come, he’ll be remembered by the family of those whose lives he wrecked.

Today, bunches of flowers mark the spot. The spot where a driver was more interested in the text he was typing than what was happening around him.

Yes, he made a mark, and yes, he’ll be remembered for something by generations to come.

 

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Thanks to Rochelle for hostings and to Liz Young for the picture.

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When I saw the picture I immediately thought of one of my favourite UK sitcom characters, Edie from Last of the Summer Wine!

“Mother, look what you’ve done”

“It’s your father’s fault, Glenda, he keeps swapping the pedals around”. 

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A couple of hours ago I walked part of the disused railway track formerly known as the Cuckoo Line.

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Nomenclature and the limit, 76 words.

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Calling Maximilian a ‘loganamnosist’ is an understatement. His ‘lexiphanic’ language is incomprehensible. Why he uses such long words discombobulates me!

He says today’s lazy-speak (my word, not his) is ‘symptomatic of the gradational decline in the standard of articulated and scripted English’.

“Max” I said. Mistake!  

“My designated nomenclature is Max-i-mil-ian” he enunciated. He claims it’s Latin for ‘the greatest’. Yea, in your dreams chum!

He’ll never change. Max without long words just wouldn’t be Maximilian! 

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*In case you are wondering, a loganamnosist is someone with a fascination for long lost and archaic words, and lexiphanic means to use pretentious vocabulary or grandiose phraseology. I just thought I’d have a go at being a legolept myself!

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Millie and Billy are best friends and love playing together. They are fearless too. Billy likes spinning around until he’s dizzy and Millie once ate a sprout! Yuc!

Yesterday they played creepy-crawly-dare. Billy dared Millie to pick up a wiggly worm and Millie dared Billy to prod a grasshopper. She let a caterpillar walk up her arm, and he sat a slimy slug on his nose!

Millie told Billy to shut his eyes and open his hand. She put a hairy spider in his palm then told him to look. Billy screamed and ran away. It seems he’s not so fearless after all!

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Beach huts near Bexhill on Sea.

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Eerie and the limit, just 24 words.

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I’ve never done this before, but I thought I’d do a follow up to yesterday’s Friday Fictioneers post!

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Simon’s a bit of a poet. Syme the Rhyme we call him. I mentioned our beer was cloudy and off he went.

     “There’s another world above the clouds

      An unspoilt world untouched by man”.

“Shall I get Sinead the Barmaid to change them?” 

     “A world where nothing hides the sun.

      A world where time has not begun”.

“Syme, shall I…”

     “A world which knows not needless strife

      Untainted by the needs of life”.

“ Simon, beer, cloudy!”

     “It’s miles above our troubled land

      Unspoilt by greed and human hand”.

He stopped and lifted his glass. 

“Do you think beer’s a bit cloudy?” he asked.

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Yesterday –

part one!

 

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There’s another world

Above the clouds

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A perfect place we’ve yet to see

A world unknown to you and me

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An unspoilt world

Untouched by man

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A world which knows not war or strife

Untainted by the needs of life

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Above the clouds

There’s perfect peace

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Way beyond our troubled land

Unspoilt by greed and human hand

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There’s another world

Above the clouds

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A world unchanged since time began

A world where nothing hides the sun

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I’ve got 24 words to spare so here’s a joke! 

Why did the white cloud idolise the black cloud? Because …

Sorry, out of words!

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I’ve written a second piece this week!

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Just one this week! A photo changed into a painting with a little help from Photoshop!

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Wanton and the limit, 60 words.

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I’m Blake. PI. Mission? Follow male suspected of affair with wanton female.  

     16.27. Linton Road. Suspect leaves home.

     16.47. Bloom Street. Suspect enters florist.

     16.52. Exits with flowers.

     17.03. Suspect enters Juniper Avenue.

Coincidence. I live in Juniper Avenue. 

     17.09. Suspect knocks door of 27.

What? I live at 27.

     17.11. Female opens door.

      17.12. Couple embrace.

That’s my wife!

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