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This week Pegman takes us to Palace of Versailles, France. What Pegman Saw is a weekly writing challenge to write a fictional piece (150 words or less) using the location provided. For my photo prompt, I chose an inside palace view and here is the story: __ __ Dancing at Versailles (Priorhouse fiction word count: 150) Come on … More Dancing at Versailles (#whatpegmansaw)
This post is linked to the Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge – the prompt is “cheeky” this week. To join in or to see more prompts – check out the daily post. . . . . .
Happy Sunday everyone. Let’s start with a photo for Becca’s Sunday Trees: In case you did not know, the Mid-to-North part of the East Coast of the United States has received some fresh snow this weekend. And…. again this weekend I was over at the rebel guy/rebel girl blog (here) and after skimming the “Flower … More Sunday Trees (and haiku for Rebel Guy’s Flower Power Sunday)
Happy Thursday Everyone. I hope this post finds you well. For today’s door post, I have a brown theme with doors from Richmond, Virginia. As I was thinking about how to share them, I thought I would start with this little color chart: Let’s start with this door; the actual door seems to be a deep … More Shades of Brown for Thursday Doors
Cold as Ice (Fiction Word Count: 100) You asked, so I’ll answer honestly. You aren’t super mean all the time – and hey, we all have our moods. But… you’re kinda callous. I wouldn’t say you’re a ten out of ten on the bitch scale. Um, maybe more like an eight? And… Yes, that is … More Cold as Ice (Friday Fictioneers)
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For this week’s dos para el martes, I have some photos of horses at the beach. This is sometimes what Virginia Beach, Virginia looks like in the off season. Part 2: I know some bloggers do the “Oprah-thing” and post their “favorite products of the year” (and I really enjoy those kind of posts … More Two for Tuesday (horses at the beach and 2 favs)
A touch of serenity…. (linked to the wpc here) When the dishes are cleaned and it’s time to fold the napkins and put away the last of the stemware. Smiles linger. Lights dimmed. . . . . . . .