He had tinkered away at the problems before him aimlessly and without effect for ages. Nothing he’d done could mend what was broken because what was broken was not the thing itself, but rather the components. No matter how much energy was put into the project, the only sparks that flew anymore were dangerous ones. The only question that remained, really, was whether he would continue to tinker endlessly or let the lost cause go.
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Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Use the word “tinker” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 75 words.
loss the cost
of past loves
mercy
forgive
divine
and what is yours
is no longer his
nor mine
which , in fact , is just fine!
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It is just fine!
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Great prompt challenge! I like how you turned this into a lesson. Just how long do we bang our head against a wall before we see that it is destructive? I know I used to be a headbanger! ~xk.
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Ta! I just keep thinking about how long I banged my head against the wall trying to fix what couldn’t be fixed. I think the way to find food from my destruction is by telling the stories so others may be inspired to leave their destruction sooner. ~ Kit
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And you are helping! This is a good thing to do with the lessons you’ve learned! 😊💜
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I really needed to hear that! Thank you Kim!!!
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Sounds like a relationship I wouldn’t want to be in. I love the way you used this prompt!
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Ta!
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I love the way you know it’s a relationship.
I totally wrote that and thought I hit reply but didn’t. 🙄 Oh Gwen!
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