Menoxtra - a little bit on the side.

This is the one where I make Goulash with Grandma - she gives a picture for us to use as a prompt for microfiction and if we can we are to include the bonus word. This week it is FAINT.

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Mira came outside to place the garbage and the cold was so grasping she thought she would faint.
(96 chrx)

Along the road, the snow plough raised a faint steam.
(53 chrx)

The air’s moisture content was so frozen, it made a faint but definite haze.
(76 chrx)

During day, the colours faint,
Caused the artist to work at night;
Though he had to heat his paint
And use a torch to boost the light.
At this time the street seemed quaint;
but the snow plough caused a fright -
For it drove with force against
And shunted cars with all its might! 
(55 wds)

3 comments:

  1. All of these are great, but your poem is amazing!

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  2. I get so stressed when there is a storm, I always think I will faint:)

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  3. I love the poem! Very creative!

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