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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

November 17, 2023 at 11:22am
November 17, 2023 at 11:22am
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Prompt:
Let's have fun with these eight random words: miserable, wording, romantic, study, disk, debated, steak, consensus.


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Some people study hard just to turn a simple conversation into a heated discussion, as in the linguistics professor Dr. Jim Wording's case, who always debated the most trivial matters, especially on syntax and word origins.

One day, while Dr. Wording was engrossed in his examination of an antique word's origins, he received an unexpected visit from his eccentric neighbor, Prudence. Prudence, who was an absurdly romantic person and had eyes for Dr. Jim Wording, brandished an old floppy disk in front of his face, saying, "Jim, dear, I found this in my attic and, believe me, you will be interested!"

Jim Wording, although feeling miserable for being interrupted from his studies, nodded in agreement. What Prudence dangled in front of his eyes could be a relic containing unheard mysteries of linguistics. Then, wasn't Prudence herself someone good to look at!

As the two wondered whether the disk held secrets of a bygone era or if it was just a relic of obsolete storage, they realized they needed a consensus. And for that consensus, they decided to invite their knowledgeable friends to a steak dinner and ask for their input on the subject.

Yet, during the preparation of the steak, the group's discussion led to the idea whether a perfectly cooked steak could bring about a world peace. On that note, they raised their glasses to the power of steak diplomacy and only then, decided that the floppy disk was a relic and possibly a technological mystery, and unlike a good steak, it should be left alone, like this tall tale.

So much for those floppy disks in our attics, wouldn't you say!


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