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Daily Prompt: False

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False information is a maze of lies, and with people sometimes you have to find out who told the lie in the first place and, how they told it to see where the lie begun.

And then line up the facts and see if any facts changed as it traveled from  mouth  to mouth, for every person will not always remember the facts and soon nothing makes sense.

Lying about something only leads to more hurt, you we get caught and even if you feel  sorry and didn’t mean for it to go on for so long.

It never ends well because false information doesn’t lead to the truth or anything good.

False information is you heading straight for a dead-end and once you trapped there is no way out.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: False

 

13 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: False”

  1. Powerful message powerful post! Well penned, and valid points made. Words have power. Sometimes, more than we realize.

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thank you, glad you enjoyed this post! And yes, sometimes we don’t realize how powerful words can be until we regret what we said or caught ourselves about to say or even thinking it.

        1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
          mywords2228 says:

          Thank you!

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thanks, and yes sometimes those shiny distractions only get you in troubles.

  2. cm writes – Joplin, MO – A lifelong desire of mine has been to write. As a child, I wrote, even though it needed some pizzazz; my abilities were very limited, as you can imagine. Every person has much to learn, and I did that along the road to adulthood. I sure wish I kept them so I could use them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There was a time in my life when the road stretched out for miles, and I followed it from behind the wheel of a truck. Truck driving is not just holding a steering wheel and watching the lines on the highway pass beneath you. It is discipline. It is endurance. It is learning to be alone with your thoughts while the world moves around you. It is early mornings, long days, unfamiliar places, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going when the road feels endless. When I drove a truck, I learned more than how to handle a rig. I learned how to pay attention. I watched the sky change over open highways. I saw towns wake up before most people were out of bed. I learned the rhythm of movement, the weight of responsibility, and the importance of staying steady no matter the conditions. That part of my life shaped me. It taught me independence. It taught me courage. It taught me I could enter spaces where I wasn't always expected or welcomed and still feel I belonged. Every mile carried a lesson. Every trip required focus. Every road demanded respect. Now, instead of carrying swinging meat or boxed goods, I carry stories. The same woman who once watched the highway unfold through a windshield now looks back through memory, reflection, and truth. Writing has become another kind of journey. It is quieter, but not always easier. It asks me to travel inward, to revisit the roads I once walked, the storms I survived, and the strength I found along the way. Truck driving gave me miles. Writing gives those miles meaning. Both require courage. Both require honesty. Both require the willingness to keep moving forward, even when the way ahead is not clear. I may no longer be behind the wheel of a truck, but the road is still part of me. It lives in how I tell my stories, how I remember the woman I was, and how I keep going. From truck driving to telling stories, my journey has never really stopped. It has only changed direction.
    imnotsurebut says:

    This is right on the dot. Have you ever played that game when you were at a party as a kid? All the kids line up and one of the mother’s tells the first one a short sentence. When it gets to the end of the line the sentence is not recognizable.

    People say that they are Christians, but they do not care to follow what the bible says on this subject. I don’t have my bible with me, but women are told to not be gallivanting around and gossiping, but keep themselves busy with the family and God. One of the places tells of the qualities of a good wife. This is found in Proverbs chapter 31 I believe try chapter 30 if that isn’t it, but I think it is 31..Gossiping is not a quality of a good wife. In fact, that is one of the things that he detests.

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      I think I do remember playing a game like that when I was younger.

  3. cm writes – Joplin, MO – A lifelong desire of mine has been to write. As a child, I wrote, even though it needed some pizzazz; my abilities were very limited, as you can imagine. Every person has much to learn, and I did that along the road to adulthood. I sure wish I kept them so I could use them for other posts. Fool that I am, I destroyed them. There was a time in my life when the road stretched out for miles, and I followed it from behind the wheel of a truck. Truck driving is not just holding a steering wheel and watching the lines on the highway pass beneath you. It is discipline. It is endurance. It is learning to be alone with your thoughts while the world moves around you. It is early mornings, long days, unfamiliar places, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going when the road feels endless. When I drove a truck, I learned more than how to handle a rig. I learned how to pay attention. I watched the sky change over open highways. I saw towns wake up before most people were out of bed. I learned the rhythm of movement, the weight of responsibility, and the importance of staying steady no matter the conditions. That part of my life shaped me. It taught me independence. It taught me courage. It taught me I could enter spaces where I wasn't always expected or welcomed and still feel I belonged. Every mile carried a lesson. Every trip required focus. Every road demanded respect. Now, instead of carrying swinging meat or boxed goods, I carry stories. The same woman who once watched the highway unfold through a windshield now looks back through memory, reflection, and truth. Writing has become another kind of journey. It is quieter, but not always easier. It asks me to travel inward, to revisit the roads I once walked, the storms I survived, and the strength I found along the way. Truck driving gave me miles. Writing gives those miles meaning. Both require courage. Both require honesty. Both require the willingness to keep moving forward, even when the way ahead is not clear. I may no longer be behind the wheel of a truck, but the road is still part of me. It lives in how I tell my stories, how I remember the woman I was, and how I keep going. From truck driving to telling stories, my journey has never really stopped. It has only changed direction.
    imnotsurebut says:

    I forgot to add that lies is gossiping. Saying something that is a lie, is something you can’t take back. Once the words are said, it is too late.

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Yes, so true

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thanks for the share!

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