The Mysterious Pink Glove

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered. It was as if someone had carefully placed it there, trying to hide it. But why? Whoever had left it there must have known that it would be found eventually.

The glove was old and worn, but it still had a certain elegance to it. It was obviously handmade, with delicate stitches and intricate details. It must have been very expensive once.

But who had left it there? And why?

There was no way to know for sure, but I like to think that the glove was left there by someone who loved someone very much. They wanted to keep that love hidden, but they also wanted to make sure that it was never forgotten.


The Retail Store Worker’s Strange Journey

The retail store worker walks through the door and immediately feels like something is off. They keep walking, even though they feel a sense of unease, until they come to a strange clearing. In the center of the clearing is a big tree with a door in it. The worker tries the handle, but it’s locked. They rattle it a bit, but it doesn’t budge. Just as the worker is about to give up and go back the way they came, the door swings open and they’re pulled into the tree.

They find themselves in a different world; one that is full of color and life. The worker explore the new world, amazed at everything they see. They eventually come across a group of people who tell them that they are in a different dimension; one that is full of magic. The worker is amazed and thrilled to be in this new place. They stay with the group of people, learning about the new world and all the magical creatures in it.

Power in numbers

There is no greater energy
Than the kind that we create
When we come together
And work towards a common goal

With a shared purpose and focus
We can move mountains
And create something truly magical

So let’s come together
And harness our energy
For the good of us all
And watch what we can achieve

The word “filler” has many meanings, but in this context, it refers to something that is used to fill a space or time. In other words, it’s a way to fill a void.

One way to use filler is to fill a space in a story. For example, if a character is waiting for something to happen, the author can use filler to make the scene more interesting. The character might pace back and forth, look around, or even talk to themselves.

Another way to use filler is to fill a time gap in a story. For example, if a character is taking a long journey, the author can use filler to describe the scenery or the characters’ thoughts.

filler can also be used to add extra information that is not essential to the story. For example, an author might use filler to describe a character’s background or to explain a concept that is important to the story.

No matter how it’s used, filler can be a valuable tool for an author. It can help to make a scene more interesting or to add extra information that is important to the story.

The Daily Spur-Ally

My Ally

In dark times and light,
You are my ally.
Through good days and bad,
You are my ally.
In sorrow and in joy,
You are my ally.

Thank you for being my ally.
Thank you for being by my side.
Thank you for always being there,
No matter what the case may be.

You are my friend and ally,
And I am grateful to have you in my life.

#Ragtag Daily Prompt-Snail

A snail’s journey to find shade

It was a hot day and Harold the snail was out looking for a cool place to hide. He had been out in the sun for too long and was getting dehydrated. Harold needed to find some shade and fast.

He saw a log up ahead and decided to make a dash for it. Harold was almost there when he heard a voice calling out to him.

“Hey, snail! Where do you think you’re going?”

It was his friend, Sammy the snail. Harold told Sammy about his search for shade and how he was getting dehydrated.

“Come with me,” Sammy said. “I know a place where we can cool off.”

Harold followed Sammy to a nearby tree. Sammy showed Harold a cool, dark spot underneath the tree’s roots.

“This is perfect!” Harold said. “Thank you so much, Sammy.”

“No problem,” Sammy said. “We snails have to stick together.”