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I did this Prompt

  
I did this prompt a year ago

Can’t go on repeating what I said before

If the extraterrestrial can come down to earth
I am sure he would know
Which book to read, which movie he should see
And what’s to his taste
You shouldn’t expect me to know

(Sheen)
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Worldly Encounters

The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

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The First Time

Pleased to Meet You
by Ben Huberman
Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

New neighbors, we meet for the first time
We look at each other warily

Talkative, energetic, she looks like
While I am quiet, and awkward, as can be

Will we hit off, and will we be friends?
Seems unlikely, as we are opposites truly

Her children are noisy, they never sit still
While mine eye them, wordlessly

A few months later, she is a friend
We like each other immensely
(Sheen)

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That’s What I Dread

Pens and Pencils
by Ben Huberman
When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?

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My writing:

Sometimes deciphering, what I wrote, and said
It’s really hard (even for me) that’s what I dread

Once I volunteered for a friend I had
To write down a special prayer by hand

She asked me not to write it
For she would only misread

I felt embarrassment
My face did get red

I ended up not doing it
For my PC was all dead
(Sheen)

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No Letter

Audience of One
Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.

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The words are so muddled in my head

They go round and round to peter out

What do I say, what not to say

A difficult choice to write about

Mother, father, I have yet to decide

No decision yet, so I better be quiet
(Sheen)

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Skills I Need

I Got Skills
If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?

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Getting by the skills, I already have

The ones I need, are the icing on a cake

To paint, DIY, and to play a piano, or guitar

Are the few, I would love to partake

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The Missing Honeybees

Daring Do
Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

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When my (late) husband R was posted to Bannu, the Flagstaff house we got was old, and had been built in 1870. There were formal gardens with huge, ancient trees.

Some of these trees were home to wild honeybees. The wild ones are bigger in size than the ones which the beekeepers keep. Their honey is darker in shade, but tastes as good. So we got our own home supply of honey.

As usual, my husband was stationed at a border post, and came home for a short while now, and then. During one of his forays at home, he was invited to a dinner. There he met the host’s fifteen years old twin sons.

They were keeping honeybees as a hobby. They had paid a huge amount for a new variety. The honeybees got frightened somehow, and had vanished leaving the boys very sad.

Hearing their tale of woe, R invited them to our home, to come, and look at a new colony of honeybees, which had migrated to our place a week earlier. The boys came the next day. They were ecstatic when they found their lost pets.

They took their honeybees home, with thanks to R, who was sharp enough to notice them (in the first place), in the trees.

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