Aditus

Nope, not listening.

@BendtedWreath, @Thirdly Thank you so much for your words of sympathy and compassion. ❤️

And thank you all for the great comments. ❤️ I'm going back to bed.

@chris191070, thank you for the review, I'm a little late because acold knocked me out flat.

Ha! I knew you'd like them.

You know exactly which words I mean: *@%#*,*@%#*, and oh yes, that too. We avoid those in polite company or when little ones are around, but sometimes it’s very difficult not to use them. Fortunately, there are several proven methods to work around the problem. # - 249 Your main character’s sister visits with her five and three-year-old kids. She is famous for her creativity in avoiding bad words. Write an epic rant about her new boss. (Without using bad words of course.) # - 250 Someone negotiates with an important albeit infuriating person. Perfect control is essential. And again, no bad words, loud gnashing teeth, growling, or extensive breathing. Please include the prompt number either in your story/chapter description or title to help readers who would like to search for specific prompts. Also, please remember that stories less than one thousand words must be posted as part of a collection. If you check the subgenre 'prompt' in your story tags, then people/readers can find everything here: https://gayauthors.org/stories/browse/subgenre/prompt/

absolutely

I liked your painting with words, the humor, and the liberating Mum-talk. And of course, I'm happy a prompt prompted this story.

Speaking of change of perspective .... I loved it.

@Lee Wilson, @Headstall, thank you for reading and commenting. It means a lot to me. ~Adi

Great interview and definitely burst of inspiration writing flurries. Wait...we're going to do/write what?

@Flip-Flop, @Gary L, @dughlas, @chris191070, @andrewj, @northie, @Cane23, @drsawzall and @Dan South Thank you for reading Matteo Went Ahead and finding kind and compassionate words. ❤️

Matteo Went Ahead Anthology 2024 Summer clung to its reign this year. It was the second week of October, and the thermometer showed temperatures of about twenty degrees Celsius. Most of the trees were still green, with the occasional yellow dot. Daniel and I stood in the wide-open sliding door. The newly renovated porch now had a ramp. Tall maples and harvested berry bushes hid the rusty metal fence to the neighbor’s plot. The sky was turning from blue to pink,

Sometimes trying times are most rewarding. This is a semi-autobiographic slice-of-life story about coming home and moving on.

I'm still in the middle of something, but I wanted to thank you for the feature, Cia.