Morning Pages - Write a Paragraph in Which Every Word Begins With a Vowel

Early each afternoon Emma entered into an empty aviary. An eagle owl asleep in as artificial eerie, eyed inactively above, Emma's actions. Easily Emma adjusted and improved ooze and ordure off overgrowth uses as an etage.

Yuck!! What sadistic bastard came up with that one. And was there any point. Well it made me scream if that was indeed the purpose. And no Mr Promptwriter (has to be a man that one) you have not scared me off writing, just given me a vent to rant at. Serves you bloody well right too. Keep 'em coming baby, if you think you are tough enough!

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And It's Goodnight From Me - The First Cat, Smudge

Smudge is a sleek black cat with a white smudge on her nose and white sox. I got her for Andy when he was laid up after the RTA and she is still devoted to him. Smudge had a canine friend in Riz and has adopted her protective nature towards her chosen human. Maybe not as loyal as a dog, unless the human is dishing up cat kibble, then cupboard love sets in. Smudge is not a social butterfly and is selective with the company she keeps. When Ashley and Patch arrived she decided Patch was cool to be with and its only now she has even begun to acknowledge Ashley's existence. Smudge is a strutty cat and wiggles those feline hips with her tail held high. Such a snob for a humble street cat. Smudge humble never!!!
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600 Seconds at Lunch - Create a Story Around a Family Event

The family event I am going to share is our family reunion. We are a ghastly bunch of genealogists and every two years or so we all meet up, see who is newly hatched and whose been dispatched, catch up with members who we do not see, and to share family research updates.

The last big party was August just gone and as I usually do I paired up with Mitch, my cousin/twin. Mitch and I are extremely close being born three days apart, I am the oldest just, so we grew up together, went to school together and left them a path of chaos behind us, we still do that. More like sisters should be really.

Anyway I digress as usual, we got to London on the Saturday morning and met up with the our cousins David, and real twins Steve and Sean. The gang of five nonconforming tree huggers complete, our cousin Graham would have been the sixth reprobate in our motely crew but he now lives in Queensland, Australia. We all arrive at the venue, denim clad, much to the shock horror of our respective mothers, the fours witches of north, south, east and west, huddled together without a cauldron.

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