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Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
The streets are full of ghosts
#FromOneLine 434 #prompt
ALT #FromOneLine 434 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : The streets are full of ghosts #FromOneLine 434 #prompt
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It was a rhetorical question:
“Are you not entertained?”
Monstrously, for shame, we were.
But the time for honoring himself
would soon be at an end –
Then the real festival would occur!
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It was a rhetorical question
Are you an idiot?
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It was a rhetorical question
I think as my eyes roll
Almost involuntarily
Mansplaining at its unfinest
What is the need for this?
Aggravation overload
My brain may explode
I send brain waves
To just shut it up
Nevermind
It's better I find
To just walk away
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It was a rhetorical question
It was a r he
to Ric a l questioned Ric
no it was a r 🤔
Or
It was a r he
to Ric a l question mark
a l no a r 🤔
Or
It was a r he
to Ric Al questions he he
doesn't think it was🤔
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It was a rhetorical question
Yet everytime I asked it
Someone just had to answer
What don't they get
When I ask
Should I give up chocolates or cats
There's no choice to be made
And why in the world would I want to do that
#433 #FromOneLine
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It was a rhetorical question of some faith. Miracles? Well, what d’ya know? She didn’t get it, extolling the virtues of what she thought she knew of the Saints. Her inquisitor sighed (the irony of her spectacular failure), resisting the urge for hypostrophe.
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FromOneLine retweeted
It was a rhetorical question
Framed to persuade
More statement than query
Very heavy on the parody
And yet it was taken seriously
by the many troll influencers in #training
residing here on Twitter
who are literally allergic to nuance
#FromOneLine #inkmine #poetry #vss365
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It was a rhetorical question from this nightshift wordsmith.
So who's true to the game / part of the resistance?
Some will persist; others cut and run?
We fight against the abyss destined policy, we won't come undone.
#FromOneLine, #unchainedsymphonies, #OurPoetryX, #Amatory
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It was a rhetorical question
Answered by your sudden smile
Across the cold screen
Leaving me unprepared
For a sudden list in gravity
The way the silence caught fire
And how a brief, electric glance
Could anchor a heavy storm
#inked_soull
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3/3
...cruentous appendages that will bring forth the next ghastly bloom.
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2026-10-19
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2/3
...carry a last whiff of frost as people still think of putting the kettle on after visiting me. They are unaware of the heavy heart graffiti buried beneath my lawn.
Runners taking up their training in early Spring are a welcome distraction. But it cannot wipe out the...
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The Place Remembers
It was a rhetorical question:
"I wonder what this park has seen."
But it unravelled a memory of the cinder I've thrived on. It persists in every living cell.
Now, soft Zephyrs...
1/3
ALT The Place Remembers It was a rhetorical question: "I wonder what this park has seen." But it unravelled a memory of the cinder I've thrived on. It persists in every living cell. Now, soft Zephyrs carry a last whiff of frost as people still think of putting the kettle on after visiting me. They are unaware of the heavy heart graffiti buried beneath my lawn. Runners taking up their training in early Spring are a welcome distraction. But it cannot wipe out the cruentous appendages that will bring forth the next ghastly bloom. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
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The Place Remembers
It was a rhetorical question:
"I wonder what this park has seen."
But it unravelled a memory of the cinder I've thrived on. It persists in every living cell.
Now, soft Zephyrs...
1/3
ALT The Place Remembers It was a rhetorical question: "I wonder what this park has seen." But it unravelled a memory of the cinder I've thrived on. It persists in every living cell. Now, soft Zephyrs carry a last whiff of frost as people still think of putting the kettle on after visiting me. They are unaware of the heavy heart graffiti buried beneath my lawn. Runners taking up their training in early Spring are a welcome distraction. But it cannot wipe out the cruentous appendages that will bring forth the next ghastly bloom. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
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It was a rhetorical question
Which was somewhat bizarre
Appearing in a music exam
Relating to the classical guitar
But my #nervous energy
Saved the day
Instead of answering
I began to play
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It was a rhetorical question
The answer I thought self evident
Just trying to wrest a reaction
Another failed attempt at conversation
in hope of a reconciliation
with the remnants
of your thread bare soul
#fromoneline #inkmine #wordlepoetry #poetry #poem #amwriting
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It was a rhetorical question
Asked a couple of times
Now coming from the reporters again
Wanted to keep mute
Just decided to respond even though they did not expect that from me
Put to bed the controversy of my view once and for all
It has been twisted for so long
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#vss365 #FromOneLine 433 #fantasy (356 wds)
Bench of Stone
It was a rhetorical question; of that I was quite certain then, but now I know better.
The last time I talked to her — and I did not expect half a century of absence to follow — we were sitting on the stone bench with tiny engraved dragons at the far end of my family’s orchard, in the shade of a flowering apple tree.
Bees, heavy with sweetness, murmured through the blossoms, and the light fell across the stone in shifting sequins of gold and shadow.
She was so close that her hair tickled my ear. “Tell me,” she said. “Do I strike you as someone who could make a man happy forever?”
I was eighteen and so nervous I could taste dry metal in my mouth. I wished to proclaim my answer from the rooftops of every grand house in the Capital, but I recalled my mother’s warnings that few survive intimacy with her kind.
She sighed, and I sensed her moving away hesitantly, as if awaiting further words from me, but I stared at my gilded sandals and blurted, “Tomorrow? Here again?”
…***…
I squint at the figure that emerges through the wall of my study: fair-haired, barefoot, and not a day older in her dress of living leaves.
Tiny butterflies in colours I have no names for circle her half-folded wings. The scent of honey and pine needles cuts through half a century of mastering magick and outmanoeuvring rivals until I sat at the head of the Sorcerers’ Council, never having caressed a woman or soothed a child, or wandered the woods for no reason at all.
I rise, steadying myself with a liver-spotted hand against my desk. She stops before me, pale as frost on glass.
“A word of warning. If you answer, everything after the bench is undone: your power, your titles, every memory you have made since.”
The corner of her mouth lifts.
“Though youth and ignorance have their advantages.”
She smooths her leaves.
“So. To repeat myself, do …” but I interrupt her.
“Oh yes, you strike me most completely.”
Somewhere, the bees are humming again.
#nervous
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Bench of Stone
It was a rhetorical question; of that I was quite certain then, but now I know better ...
ALT Her figure emerges through the wall of my study; image by David Pahor + https://nightcafe.studio/ No part of my X posts should be used to train AI technology to generate text, imitating my writing style. © 2026 David Pahor, reposting and reading encouraged.
#vss365 #FromOneLine 433 #fantasy (356 wds)
Bench of Stone
It was a rhetorical question; of that I was quite certain then, but now I know better.
The last time I talked to her — and I did not expect half a century of absence to follow — we were sitting on the stone bench with tiny engraved dragons at the far end of my family’s orchard, in the shade of a flowering apple tree.
Bees, heavy with sweetness, murmured through the blossoms, and the light fell across the stone in shifting sequins of gold and shadow.
She was so close that her hair tickled my ear. “Tell me,” she said. “Do I strike you as someone who could make a man happy forever?”
I was eighteen and so nervous I could taste dry metal in my mouth. I wished to proclaim my answer from the rooftops of every grand house in the Capital, but I recalled my mother’s warnings that few survive intimacy with her kind.
She sighed, and I sensed her moving away hesitantly, as if awaiting further words from me, but I stared at my gilded sandals and blurted, “Tomorrow? Here again?”
…***…
I squint at the figure that emerges through the wall of my study: fair-haired, barefoot, and not a day older in her dress of living leaves.
Tiny butterflies in colours I have no names for circle her half-folded wings. The scent of honey and pine needles cuts through half a century of mastering magick and outmanoeuvring rivals until I sat at the head of the Sorcerers’ Council, never having caressed a woman or soothed a child, or wandered the woods for no reason at all.
I rise, steadying myself with a liver-spotted hand against my desk. She stops before me, pale as frost on glass.
“A word of warning. If you answer, everything after the bench is undone: your power, your titles, every memory you have made since.”
The corner of her mouth lifts.
“Though youth and ignorance have their advantages.”
She smooths her leaves.
“So. To repeat myself, do …” but I interrupt her.
“Oh yes, you strike me most completely.”
Somewhere, the bees are humming again.
#nervous
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#FromOneLine 433 It was a rhetorical question… That’s not only unprecedented, but the complete opposite of the ghost unions bylaws… Again, who haunts their own funeral? #1linewed #WedsStory #BraveWrite