Express Yourself : With Puppy Smiles!

Express Yourself

We can’t wait to see what you do with the theme: “express yourself!”

Today, we challenge you to show us what “express yourself” means to you. It could be the delightful, gummy grin of a baby grand-nephew, a message of love written with a biplane in the sky, the clenched fist of anger and frustration, or even a lunch with an attitude. This topic is wide-open and I can’t wait to see what you do with it. Have fun!

Express Yourself

My 18 month old Boxer dog Yogi Bear expresses himself beautifully with a great big toothy smile after I catch him tearing the crate blankets to shreds!

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Yogi also likes to practice his Elvis smile!

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Hey Momma Bear, you called us? Madison, her brother Yogi and little baby Leo expressing cuteness overload!

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DP Challenge: Mature Student Achievement


Have you just run 26.2 miles, finished a long-term project, or met a personal goal? This week, show us an achievement.

I decided in September to start an evening class, once a week for 2 hours in my local college in Wales to re-educate myself. As a mature student (the only mature student!) I have to study a 2 year course in just 26 weeks and with only 2 hours a week tutition I can assure you at times it is stressful. but so very satisfying.

Just before Christmas I sat the first of my controlled assessments in my pure English Language course. I think you will agree by the comments written I did quite well. thats the first hurdle crossed

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DP Challenge: Weekly Photo Challenge: Mellow Yellow


Away with the colors of Hanukkah, Christmas, and Kwanzaa. Show us what “yellow” means to you.

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DP Photo Challenge: Twinkle Twinkle


For this week’s challenge, share with us your photos of twinkling light.

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Once upon a time in a faraway land, you were my friend…

The Unreliable Narrator

This week, consider the unreliable narrator — a classic storytelling device — in your own work, no matter your genre.

Consider a short personal essay explaining your take on the topic. As a reader, how do you feel when you’ve been duped — by a character, by a story


That was a lot of lying for one person to do. Here, sit down. You must be exhausted.


This a true story. This is a sad story of betrayal, lies and deceit.

You were my friend for many years.

One day with no warning you just simply walked away.

”Please understand” you said and left with no other words.

You never looked back.

You were my friend.

I helped you dry your tears.

I gave you confidence when you were scared.

I made you believe in yourself.

I was there when the chips were down.

When no one else had time for you, I was never too busy.

I went without sleep to sit and listen through the be your rock.

You were my friend.

I gave you the best years of my life.

All I wanted was for the respect and friendship to be returned.

I trusted you.

I told you my life.

You were my friend.

I confided my deepest thoughts to you.

I told you my fears.

You knew all my wishes, hopes and dreams.

You were my friend.

I thought you truly cared.

I believed  you would never leave my side and would be my special forever friend.

I listened and accepted all your lies.

I fell for all those stories that you weave, oh how finely that web was woven 

One day I found out the truth, and so you said goodbye and walked away.

”Please understand” were your last words.

You were my friend.

But now you have gone and you are not ever coming back.

And now there’s another chip off an already broken heart.

No I don’t ”understand”  I’m sorry to say.  

I did not deserve such betrayal.

You know what you did  and you show no remorse.

You promised me you would never leave, but you did, without turning to look back.

You broke your promise.  

I have other long-term friends who are true and they care for me.

These sweet angelic people cope with my worsened insecurities and pick up the pieces of the emotional mess you left behind.

All these people are real, they exist and really care for me.


You are just a fairytale….a cruel and sad fairytale with an unhappy ending.

”Please understand” you said.


This is the only time I will say this to you.

No, I don’t ”understand” and no I can’t ”understand”.

I tried so hard to be the friend you needed.

I tried to save you from yourself.

Did you laugh at me behind my back?

Were your  friends amused along side you?

You have hurt me and you don’t seem to care.

But I forgive you.

You were my friend.

I hope you find what it is you are searching for.

I pray you throw away your ugly mask that you hide behind because it’s a cruel joke.

Destroy that hideous monkey on your back, before it destroys you.

And please find truth and love and light.

You were my friend.

I wish you love and peace and happiness.

Please never forget you were my friend. 

Goodbye forever.

How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?