The feet of two people in the mud, side by side
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Robust Friendship is Brave enough to risk getting Stuck in the Mud with you
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Stuck in the mud with you
Your jester cohorts
Out of sight
No muscle
No will
No clarity
Your faux protection
A Cage
For a Victorian
Housemaid.
Don’t grasp my hand
Don’t attempt rescue
I’m the only clown
Leaving the scene.
#prompt #writing
The sludge sucks at the boots, slipping past cuffs, sinking down legs, curving around feet, weaving between toes.
Its grip is gentle, but its hold firm. It draws the man down—ankles, knees, thighs—desiring the curving neck, the jutting chin.
Soon, they will be one. Soon, it won't be alone. #hbp128
befogged and ombrous long occulted shadow-bound beneath this tree weep, willow trinket tears meant to distract while umbral fog coheres yet piercing the penumbra deep to antumbra a light shines through illuminating forlorn spaces hear the boy say ‘hello, you’
'into the shadows'
(poem in picture and alt text)
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#haikuchallenge gemgaw
#dailyhaikuprompt willow fog
#hbp #hbp128 stuck in the mud
Stuck in the mud
where stagnation's knee high,
Footsteps fade away,
no strength left to try.
The path grows heavy,
the world stands still,
Frozen in place
while time won't be still.
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It wasn't waste, she realised, abandoned there in all its pinkness, but a sign of the times: a world drowning in muck.
She plodded down the bank, feet heavier with every step, to where it lay.
She dug it out, head bent.
It would come home with her, as good a means forward as any.
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After destroying Hartford, Godzilla was ready for a big city, but which one? He picked Boston.
Godzilla had a problem, a bad sense of direction and no GPS, so instead of Boston, he wound up in Vermont. In mud season.
Stuck, tired and hungry, he was captured. He is now the head of the F.B.I. #hbp128
Liam saw his bike, half-buried in the sludge. The mud rippled. Shifted. Then a wet, gurgling whisper rose. The bike lurched. It was stuck, but sinking. As if something beneath was pulling it down. He ran. But when he looked back, the bike was gone. In its place, a single, muddy footprint.
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#hbp128 #startrek
Do they know?
No.
A pause.
Will you tell them?
No.
Why?
I like them
To let them dream?
Yes.
I see.
A pause.
We could help them to the stars
We could, we could
But they were meant to walk this planet's earth
Biosuited here
No spaceships, no flying cars
Not for now
Not as they are
Callum Well took a hike in the woods, as he often did. He enjoyed the many sights they had to offer, from plants and trees to various animals. Eventually, though, he wanted to go home. As he tried to run through a wet path, he suddenly couldn’t move. He then realized he was stuck in the mud.
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Punks and hippies unite after getting stuck in the mud in the woods during a rare acoustic set by Peach Schnapps & the Poltergeists on Precipitos 69. The festival on Precipitos 94 is so-so. But on Precipitos 99, violence occurs after portapotties overflow. It's a literal shitshow.
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Here
Within
Gumbo ground
Life’s so heavy
Without you now here
Looming decision point
I’m told to “𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛!” - and so
Grasping silt and clay fingers reach
Welcoming my willing surrender
Gaia will shelter us in her embrace
#hbp128 | imagery: stuck in the mud
#etheree
#grief
it had been there since 1975
exposed after the water receded
caked in mud, the handlebars
breathing
a remnant of a faraway time
when kids rode bikes
owned no phones
played until the street lamps came on
life was easier
sweeter
#hbp128 #prompt #writing
In mud thick as pitch I sank,
Cold ooze gripping ankles and shank.
Each tug pulled me deep,
As my boots slowly drank
Till the mire smiled wide as I shrank.
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Resurfacing
a little mud in my
gears won't make me forget my
heart is the motor
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Neverending Mud
It sank, squelched, and winked
Stuck as it was, descending
In Swap of Saddness
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Ann plunges her hand deeper into the muck; her fingers tunnel through thick wads of mud and clusters of thorny bramble. After a few minutes she finds what she's looking for: her hand closes around the dome-shaped contours of her brother's long-forgotten skull.
It's a day to be stuck in mud: physically, where a shoe pops off
or mentally, as the darkening skies whisper
of thunder.
The first is easy to handle: put the shoe on.
The second: not so much for hiding in the darkness
are monsters
to avoid.
#hbp128 #prompt #poetry
Cosmo wondered if the world ever cried for him. The earthquake and getting defeated by his newfound alien powers, he got stuck in the mud after the rainfall in the Mojave desert. Like the Eastern dragons, when Bailey left she casted a flood to teach humanity a lesson they'll never forget. #hbp128
Jenny was shaking and trying to hold in her desperation. Chris had insisted on going off-road. 'My 4x4 will be fine,' he'd said, before the storm. Why hadn't they checked the forecast? Now they were being entombed in the mudslide, the doors already jammed tight. Chris just sat, rocking.
#hbp128 #vss
Quick write..
Stuck in the mud
At a green light
Wheels spinning
Horns honking
No one got out to help
Now we’re all stuck
At a red light
~M. Mann
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Giggling like a mad man, Kous belly-flopped straight into the muck with a guilty "sluck!"
He lifted his head to breathe as his body sank still chuckling.
He was the latest addition to the things Huos and he were chucking in, and Huos followed with a "blorp!"
Two more for the fossil record.
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She thought, I don't know what is really going on. I don't recall ever meeting him, let alone seeing him in my life. I feel like I'm stuck in the mud with no way of escape—is he even human?
"I used to be," he replied. A glow from within him revealed his features, making her gasp.
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Credit: Image of Roger C. Carmel as Harry Mudd from the original Star Trek TV series (1966–1969). © Paramount Global. All rights reserved.
Harry Mudd: "The title of my book is called 'Harry's Cosmic Chronicles of Cunning, Commerce, and Carnal Charms."
Dr. McCoy: "Why don't you call it 'Stuck in the Mudd'—since all you ever do is talk your way into trouble, and then cry when someone has to pull you out."
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Cement makes a quicker sticker upper but Joe the pizza delivery biker found the next best thing on a wrong turn down the river becoming stuck in the mud on his Flyer. His delivery was late so the fee he ate and returned to the shop with mud on his face. Now he pedals ices on the lakeshore.
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Damn this mud again!!
Yeah, we’re stuck in it this time.
Get out and push.
What?
Get out and push!
Why do so have to get out?
Can you drive this car?
No.
::shrugs and does the duh arm gesture::
*Sound of door opening*
Then…
FAHK!!!
*Splat sound*
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Promises fluttered by on butterfly wings, fanciful and free. Some reached for them with hope, but found only empty air. Sorry, they trilled, we would love to help, really, but we can only work with people who help themselves. I'm afraid you'll have to pull yourself out of the mud first.
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I am not stuck in the mud
I am searching for something
No, I don’t act like a dog
Do not say such a dvmb thing 😾
I have buried a treasure
No, for once it’s not cat p00p
Your phone, keys & other stuff
Are here somewhere like a soup 😺
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“It’ll be fun” they said.
“You should learn new things, think of the opportunities!” they said.
And you know, teleportation & intangibility did sound like fun. At the time. And I didn’t want to seem like some stick in the mud.
I forgot one thing. The fey are sparkly giggling assholes.
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