4 word saddest story

And then she left.

Vagaries of jealousies

Watching
the hobnobbing
Gets it going

she sits next to me
legs like so much meat
tiny shorts all the rage

fashion comes
fashion goes
hope this goes real quick

what is dignity and respect for women?
to cover all
or bare all?

I suppose, respecting her right to do either or neither

but do they do these
because they want to
or because they think others like to see them that way

or are these ideas so entwined
that we dress for others to see because that is what we want too?
and,... is attracting a mate our sole purpose
the natural way

the mind fighting the instinct to be content with attracting and reproducing

The dung beetle the golden beetle and the centipede.

Summary :
Three beetles. Good friends. Decide to collect food together ahead of the upcoming monsoon. Centipede goes for grass on his 100 feet. Golden beetle goes flowers on his golden wings. Dung beetle gather dung to make a strong fortress.

All head out.
But monsoon strikes earlier than expected.  All three stranded. One I  the grass. I in  the tress. One in a shallow pit.

Along comes a scarlet macaw.  Strong red wings flying in the rain.  Hears a sobbing sound in the grass. Swoops down to investigate.  Finds centi crying.
What's up? Why add to the rain??
Centi explains . Friends mat be missing her. Stuck here. Macaw offers him a lift back to safety.
Centi's 100 legs tickle macaw terribly but the get there - In  a hollow in a tree. Then heads off again to some trees. Hears the sob. Investigates . Finds TBD golden beetle. Sane sad story.  Wait a min ..is your friend the centi? Yes. Takes her to join centi.  Golden beetle 's sharp  stinging a little.  Tired bird flies off again.  Comes to pit. Swoops down for fruit.  Hears sobs. Meets dung beetle.  Ee eeew.  The stink!  Dung beetle missing friends.  Wait a sec! Are your friends the  centi and golden beetle,  yup. How  many of you friends are there??? Just the three. On hop on  back. But no stinky dung! Friends reunite. Macaw exhausted.  Friends gather fruit and make a bed for their friend.  The end

writing every day

writing every day is really really good
so here goes

prompt 73 from a kids writing book

Nah, found one for adults online:

Breaking Up With Writer’s Block It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s Block, starting out with, “Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me …”

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Dear Writer's Block,

It's not you. It's me. it always is. easiest to start with me and work my way round.
can't change the world, can only change me
so here's the start
to write, one has to start./
been saying this for a few years now and finally got it going
wrote every day in April.
Now going to write every day for two weeks.
to prompts.
gotta start somewhere
the way I keep repeating this, I get the feeling I don't think its that cool to write to prompts.
I get the feeling I'm thinking this is a bit lame but am accepting I gotta start somewhere
no more brow beating
no more saying I ain't good enough
some of the stuff I write is good
some is crap
that's the way of life
so here goes

Dear you
I'm not sorry to see you go
I hope I never see you again
ciao

The last child of Singapore

So
You are it
The last there ever will be
Singaporean child born of Singaporean parents born of Singaporean grandparents born of Singaporean great grandparents

You are a rarity
Does the river flow in your blood more than mine
Singaporean born of Singaporean parents born of immigrants? 
Does the Singapore heartbeat beat stronger in you than me?
Or are we no different any more?

10 line poem I ask

I ask for peace of mind
I say look within
I ask how
I say you know how
I ask why you annoy me like this
I say you know why
I ask you to bugger off
I say you can ask that you can
I ask you to stay
I say of course I always will

Voices in my head