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Category: Creatures
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#napowrimo #aquarium #clownfish hiding in the greens king of his own little world shimmering under warm filtered bubbly water circling his castle
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#writephoto #upsizing #crab It had to happen eventually despite being his original choice it was time to move on He enjoyed his time in his current abode but wanted something a bit more roomier – and a bit more space Plenty of vacated property in prime locations and in reach of the shops and neighbours…
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#Writeclub #Ocean #Monsters Manchester, Oct/Nov 2022 Taken in a moment everyone thought the creatures in the tank looked normal, in fact – they looked really nice with their bright and tangy colouring. The problem was their luminous lunches applied to the water each day – as they ate – they grew creeping out of the…
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#promptuarium They said he was ferocious and came out at night while you were sleeping to give you a fright The thing is – the monster lived underneath you and was frightened of the noises and snores that you blew so he was real careful and snuck down the the stairs helping himself to apples…
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Another acrostic by Inkdrop – in response to the daily post prompt Tiny Ladybird pic – created by inkdrop in painter – from original black & white source at printablecolouringpages.co.uk Man’s ability to miss the Incredible detail of the world around them is legendary. Nature can be seen all around us – even from…
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Desert Destination – Sand – for tough animals. Even the hardiest elephant or Ship of the desert Expects a bit of Relief from Torrential heat – bring on the rain!
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#Napowrimo #Day21 #blogging101 #Mouse #Museum #Poetry I once wrote a piece of found poetry on Imperial War museum North, in Manchester..using a piece from the poet John Rice as my inspiration. Thought I’d share it with you, and hope you enjoy the read. There’s a mouse in the Museum Kitchen – Who’s been eating…
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Keeping an eye on the clock In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.” The realisation I wasn’t superman… Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground each cut knee – a badge of honour… Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me…
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