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Week 4: This Week's Theme is ACCEPTANCE

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Go On.

On my wedding day I'll think of you and thank myself for not choosing a life with who I thought I'd end up with. It will always feel unfinished with you; it will always be. This connection, we cannot deny but that doesn't mean it's meant to be. You have this idea in your head and I can't fully shake it either but I will have to. This unhealthy dizzying dance we've worn out the rugs we've pulled from one another. I wish we could have closure and the unanswered texts and calls, the messages that I know don't fall on deaf ears, but still reply in silence... This is not how it was meant to be.

And to think that you're right here. To think that after all this time we're still apart and the power struggle is worse than before when you're right here, and to know that I could be leaving forever so soon. We just keep missing each other, you keep having work to do on yourself, on the growth that I don't know if it will ever happen; the growth that needs to happen for you. This little thought in my head, I don't know that it will ever go away despite how hard I try to push it, how hard I work to ignore you, It's always there and to have to live like this in this small prison, I need to be set free.

Will you set me free? Before I go? Will you grant me with your presence one last time to have that overdue conversation to have that one last embrace, we need it to go on.... 1:57pm 8-30-2026

WWC #605: Cellphone Connects to the Deceased

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She just moved into her new apartment. No furniture. Sleeping on her black suitcase after a long night shift at work. She called Ryan every day. His plan was so cheap she was able to save a lot of money. Plugging her phone into the outlet. She noticed the screen going black. It completely powered off. No one around her to help. No landline phone like the hotel she was just staying at. So she walked for 2 hours downtown to the nearest mobile store where Ryan also worked at. She walked in at 10 am. Bought a new cell phone.

There was no one there but her and the black employee that helped her sign a new contract. Then a mom walked in and said, "I want to buy a new phone. I have several phones. I need my son's phone fixed." She read the contract while she waited, it said nothing about a clause for phone calls. Instead it offered helpful tips if the customer had technical difficulties.

The mom walked out the door and left. It was her turn again to finish signing up for her new Phone. She paid for it. Walked out the door and walked all the way back home and slept for only a few hours to walk back downtown for her Night Shift. A few years go by and people say she died. It was a man walking into her apartment. She never died. Her neighbors never talked to her so they never knew her identity.

Taking in the freedom of uncertainty while under too much Camera Surveillance she felt fear of being killed because they think she's a man. She felt happy knowing she could go from room to room and they don't know who she is. Yet always fearful of someone hurting her. Bruises started showing up on her arms and legs. Feeling numb to the invisible abuser. They come and go like a Ghost. Never seeing whose breaking into her home. They were quiet. Never saying anything.

It was a black man she never met before. People found him and made him be her driver home from work after making her listen to the car radio person say, “I let myself in(to his home.)” Girls became obsessed with her because they thought she was a man. They kept calling her, “He's my fiancé.” Or “I slept with Walter.” Without her consent.

Then one day Detectives Jackie and Chris showed up at her work and told her, “Someone made a phony phone call to the Police wasting our time about a murder in your apartment. They were watching you in the bathroom every day hoping you would die. Did something happen? Or are they lying?” “They lied. Nothing happened. I took a bath. I cleaned I took out the trash. Walked back up the steps, petted the cat and locked the door.”

“Thanks for being honest. We're sorry. We'll document. Call us if you need anything.” The cats were meowing because a stray dog not on a leash was chasing them in the woods. The raccoons took the trash out of the dumpster and dragged it on the cement. My neighbors parked their cars in the parking spaces but when they pulled out to leave they had to drive around the trash. They didn't want to pick it up.

She called Detective Jackie. The call went through but it rang for a whole 1 minute before he answered. He put her on hold. She waited for 2 hours and he didn't get back to her until the next day. When he did show up he brought the Police K9s to help. Everything was cleaned up. But her neighbors still sent her threatening texts. She called her brother Shiloh and he showed up to protect her.

While she slept on her couch her brother Shiloh fought and kicked out every person that came in because they thought she was alone. The light from the sun dimmed to a black sky. She woke up to a quiet night. Shiloh had left and she was all alone. Some say people were hiding in her closet, her walls. But she saw no one. She got ready for work changing into her work uniform. Yet she still felt creeped out feeling someone watching her. They were because they won't stop. She turned her light on to try to help notify people to not break into her apartment but they did it anyways. The more she cleaned, the more they criticized.

She called Shiloh, left a voicemail. The automatic voice said, “This person can't be reached. You can leave a message after the beep.” She left a voicemail. She booked her ride to work and that app worked. After a night of Conflict at work she Lived, went home, updated her phone. The phone worked just fine.

She put on a pot of coffee, listened to some music, danced and stretched to John’s Music. She called her friend Libby to tell her what happened at work. She told her, “I don't like 5s. Something bad happens every time I see it.” She was telling the truth. Her phone playlist automatically changed the song to, “Mambo No. 5.” She turned it off. The Mormons harassed her. They were younger than her. She yelled at them, “Go Away!”

Then the Communist Controlling Hispanic Law Enforcement found out what happened and wanted to know if she should be arrested for yelling behavior. She called Detective Jackie and told him what happened. He replied, “The Doctor questioned your behavior? You're fine. You did nothing wrong. I'll talk to the Doctor.” Detectives Jackie and Chris called to make an appointment with her Doctor. The call went through. The nurses called the Housekeeper demanding, “Someone broke glass! I want you to clean it up!”

“Like we don't have any. I'll tell Bobbie.” “You'll tell Bobbie? Yea ok.” The nurse said with an attitude. She told Bobbie what happened. She said, “I'll take care of it.” The sun finally rose to the Sky. Christian showed up to pick his daughter up from work by the barn. They enjoyed Breakfast at a nice Restaurant after her shift. Then moved her out of her awful apartment. Now she never had to sign another contract with them again. The End.

Art 365 Chasing Rainbows

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paper lights dusted with time. fish swimming upstream . a calling for youth to blossom. . .15 IX 2026

WEEK 5: GRATITUDE - Write a tiny story/poem using this week’s theme word: Gratitude

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I’ve been meaning to start a gratitude book; specifically to thank and give credit to all the adults who were there for me as a child. I probably won’t show it to anyone but I would like to mark it permanently … and give thanks. 🙏

WEEK 5: WRITERS ✍️ Write a tiny story/poem inspired by the photo - When it breaks by @LydiaS

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Ill Fated Hope. I hate that despite it all 'ending' in disaster I finally feel like I was able to breathe for the first time since the last time we spoke. I hate that your words, no matter what they are towards me, they feel like home; hearing your voice is like no other and my heart feels at peace.

There's no logic to this, no sense at all as to why. I wish I knew more than I do, I wish I knew so I could tell my heart that it's okay to let you go. It's the smart thing, the logical thing, the thing to do, to just give up on waiting on the version of you that I need you to be, the 'you' that you've never fully been because even without the drinks, the things that numb your dying soul, you still are that monster that goes cold, that rages out of nowhere, at the drop of a hat, you turn into what I fear the most.

How can one person feel so safe, yet scare me in the worst ways? I cannot make sense of this at all. I cannot stand on any solid ground from any of this, our bond is forever there yet forever broken... "separate but together", just like that passage in "The Things They Carried" Tim O'Brien knew what he was talking about. Though he never met us that --is-- us. Always separate, holding onto old letters, old pebbles of what once was while I was hoping things would be better than they were back then and now, I don't know why I cannot give up that hope of it all getting better. You need to get better... I will always think of you and of the 'you' that you never fully were, and I'll always hope that you are on your way to becoming who I need you to be, who -you- need you to be. I cannot wait my whole life hoping that -this- time it will all come together... And yet still I hope... I can say things to you that I can't tell anyone else.. 9:44pm 9-16-2026

WRITERS 📝🤓 Write a HAIKU that’s based on @Carliihde’s illustration “Indecisive Girl” to create Something...

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Today she’s unsure But tomorrow she will rise Like a phoenix does

July 5th, 2026. UNRECOGNIZABLE.

Photograph (a part of) an object, get close up to make the object becomegreat, bless its beauty.

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As the stark, cold leafless flora of wintertime await the coming of Spring, Mother Nature paints a soft pastel sky to console both mankind and fauna as a promise.

WEEK 5: WRITERS ✍️ Write a tiny story/poem inspired by the photo - Waiting at the dish by @NAHYAH

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I sit I won't throw a fit I wait For the bowl or sometimes a plate You bust them as I like my chops I behave when you go away to shops We both know what time it is So let's get down to the biz It's time to eat I've been a good boy so let me enjoy my meat.

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