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Jason wasn’t opposed to humans as a race, but he found that some of them had peculiar ideas. Just because he was nine feet tall, covered with blue hair, had a large spiral horn placed squarely above his third eye and occasionally rampaged through the countryside gnawing on things when he was teething, they called him a monster.When left to himself he enjoyed nothing more than extruding playdoh

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Gotta say this holiday season has been a rough one for me.  It takes a lot to put a damper on my joy but the last couple of months have been filled with too much death, near death and just basic not enoughness. So this morning I got up with a headache and decided that I’d have a wallow in my misery day. *laughing* It wasn’t going so hot, what with me being inexperienced in the milieu, but I was

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Gina reveled in the rented trumpeters announcing her every dramatic entrance, but about half way through the day she decided it would be even more fun if she left the house.  

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If you stay on your best behavior long enough, after a while it just becomes behavior.

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Love is such a small word, it’s amazing that so many synonyms fit inside

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Every  time I climb into my bedyou’re there  A will o’ the wisphaunting my nightsfleeting , ethereal  Ever again solid in thatpink mist justbefore full waking  Your armswrapped snuglyspooning meinto a new day Link to week 15 of D-VersePoets

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I went to an antique car show with my camera and spent a wonderful couple of hours taking pictures and talking to anyone I happened to see. During the course of the morning I was asked to lunch by a twenty three year old and a seventy two year old. I declined the twenty three year old because, well, I have socks older than him, but I took a shine to the seventy two year old and after he

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scorn love distributed with an eyedropper

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I’m guesting over at the #amwriting hub today with a new fiction piece. Stop over and see me whydon’tcha? [Click here to be magically transported]  Bonus when you get there: I’ve got a BIG BOWL of caramel corn, and I hear Johanna Harness is giving away unicorns…..

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I often want to shake the inventor of the picture window by the hand, but this morning I wanted to kiss him on the mouth. I looked outside at traffic while I was waiting for my toaster to pop out a hot, crispy waffle and three stories below something I saw a man on a bicycle doing knocked my socks off. He was dressed all in yellow spandex, had incredibly hairy legs and was sporting a

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Well, that's just great. I've only been in this perfectly nice hotel for ten minutes and I'm already naked with blood on the floor. And it's not like it's the first time that I could say that. Let's see, counting the time in 1969 when my twin brother burst into the bathroom and clocked me in the nose with the door handle because Neil Armstrong was about to walk on the moon and he didn't want me

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Remember back in ‘09 when I had a random Batman riding a motorcycle sighting and I said it taught me to take a camera with me wherever I went? Well, I relearned that lesson yesterday. I went  with a friend to the 2011 Chalk Festival at the Cleveland Museum of Art and we had a wonderful time; but I wish I’d lugged a real camera with me. [I only had the camera on my phone] Highlights of the

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I went out and about yesterday to this cool historic fishing pier that juts out into Lake Erie. It was a really nice way to end the day. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue and filled with clouds that looked like they'd been whipped up out of egg whites and pink sugar. There was a wonderful breeze off the lake, and excellent opportunity for dog and people watching. But the best part was this

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  Upside: Jessica made such advances in her personal growth that one day she morphed into a glowing ball of light.  Downside: Sex became a lot harder.  

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Woo me in the moonlight like you’re shyly seventeen Like you’ve never caressed a creamy white thigh withyour tremblinghand Like you’ve never teased a taut pink nipple with your tentative teeth Woo me in the moonlight like you’re shyly seventeen Make each touch stretch til  sinews hum on bones gooseflesh rises at eachexpelled sigh Woo me in the moonlight like you’re shyly seventeen Til the dawn

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I believe your past shapes you   and may even color you in   I prefer to color outside the lines

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Snakes, writhing around on the floor; seen only out of the corner of my eye. I know it's just lack of sleep. I haven't slept in what seems like weeks and the paranoia is setting in. If only the walls would stay in one place. And the refrigerator would stop singing karaoke. Or at least would stop singing Copacabana… and if my head would just stop the damn pounding…. if any one of those things

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I kissed you goodbye I just didn't know That's what it was At the time -

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It was an ordinary day, one much like all my others, a day filled with small joys to be celebrated, smiles given freely to strangers, moments allotted just for the smelling of roses. It was after five, so work was put away for the day, closed neatly in drawers and compartmentalized to wait for the morning. Moderation in all things; the watchword by which I lived my life. Then I met him. I

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She came to me twice in a dream. The first time was a week before I met her; the second time was after I left him. I didn't tell him about it because it kind of spooked me. In the first dream, she came to me in a robe that was just like the one my foster mother wore when I was a kid. Blue, fuzzy, high necked, with a no nonsense zipper up the front. A robe made for utility, not style. A robe a

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So, please, drop lightly into your seat, strap yourself in, and as always-- for optimum safety-- keep your tentacles safely tucked inside the ride at all times….

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I'm busy sorting some stuff out. If you miss me and aren't restrained by State, Federal or Intergalactic Law from emailing me [And yes, I'm talking to you Brebax 547] feel free to drop me a line to say hi, send me work, or give me a pony.*smooches*Drawing from The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin by Beatrix Potter Copyright 1903

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The first time I kiss you I want you to be standing up. I want to press the length of my body to yours. I want to feel the goose bumps rise as I run my nails through the hair on your arms. I want to watch your head loll back when I breathe on your neck. I want to feel your heart pound; I want to see your veins pulse. I want to trace a trail from the hollow of your neck to the corner of your

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No matter where I go, I try really hard to leave a sparkly trail of joy behind me.[Imagine flowers springing up as my car passes]That way I know I'm doing all I can to offset my carbon footprint.

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Cindy had gone her whole life without her earlobes peeling. So when an alien emerged from underneath the skin it was her second biggest surprise of the day.

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My lovely pirate speaking wench of a fabulous writer friend Jodi MacArthur is sponsoring a contest called “Viva la Love pen” over at her place.You really, really need to go HERE to look at some of the oneliners about love that she’s collected. Oh and see what the prize is….hee hee heeI sent my first entry the day she started the contest, but after a couple of days I decided that I had another

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Abandon yourself to eight hard driving inches of masterful horror. That's right, the 2010 edition of 52 Stitches is hot off the press and ready for you to spend a stormy, pretend the power is out and read it under the covers with a flashlight, kind of night reading these jewels of flash fiction.The book measures a purse sized 8 inches by 5 ½ inches by ¾ inches deep, but the 52 stories packed

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on a whimhe changeshis face furniturein the darkher lips trip up and overtracing a new traffic pattern

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Fear. That little trickle that ices down your spine when you wake at three am, chest tight, existential dread sitting on your ribcage, its dirty yellow toenails digging into your diaphragm, smiling that smug I know something you don't know smile.There it is again. The scritch scritch that woke you. A small sound in a big world. But you don't live in a big world. Your world has been a tiny tight

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I've always had a thing about giant construction vehicles. When I see one parked unattended along the side of the road, I have an urge to stop and see if someone was careless enough to leave the keys in the ignition just for me.What would follow would be a Curious George kind of scenario. I'd take the vehicle out and do something altruistic with it. Something so fine and good and noble that when

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Calm, like love, comes when you make a place for it

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Cup pleasurein your handsBury your nosein itLet it overwhelmyour spiritRevel, soak, wallow,saturate your sensesGather instances of joyinto your pockets likesparkly breath mintsTo be taken outand savored asrefreshment for the soul

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It's amazing how adaptable the human mind is. Take the light in my kitchen for example. I've been in need of a bulb for months, but couldn't get out to get one, so I got used to the gloom. I can now cook almost by feel. And the dizziness, well, after a while, you get used to that too. Blood loss'll do that to you, complaining isn't going to get me anywhere, so why run my mouth about it? And the

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I met him in line at the grocery store. Do-rag, jean jacket, beard, little Jon Lennon glasses, silver thumb ring. Not my type at all. He was buying tons of flour, bananas, zucchinis; obviously someone was going to be baking up a storm. Turned out it was him. When he noticed me behind him he flashed a beatific smile that would have had any casting director searching for a believable Jesus signing

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The last straw was opening my lunch box and finding an apple core and an empty sandwich bag. Jeff was the worst roommate in the history of roommates. I saw him rummaging in the fridge this morning after I packed my lunch, but even while I stood under the cold shower cursing him for using all of the hot water and trying to get clear headed, calm and centered for the grueling work day I knew I had

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I went swing dancing Saturday night at one of the biggest swing dances in the state.I guess I should preface this with I've never even TRIED swing dancing before. It was a personal growth challenge sort of thing for me, because A) I've never been good at learning in public and B) I'm not a big fan of being man handled.I love to dance, and I think dancing should be joyful. If I feel like I'm

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I woke up this morning with a gigantic headache and in need of coffee. When I went into my cupboard it held no coffee filters. I thought about knocking on a neighbor’s door to borrow one, but then I caught a glimpse of my hair standing out all willy nilly in the toaster. I also thought I heard the toaster snickering, but that was probably just a side effect of the headache....*makes a note to

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Stupid bitch. She did it just to get me in trouble. The boss told me she had a heart condition and to cut it out, but what was she, 22? 23? I figured she was just shining him on to get sympathy. And now she'd gone and died on me.She thought we were all out to lunch. Taking out the shelves and hiding in the fridge to jump out at her when she came for her lunch was supposed to be funny. I was

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When I feel smalland aloneI know I needto open myselfup moreA heart that’sstretcheddoesn’t pinch

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There's nothing like opening the new pickle jar all by yourself to make your tuna wrap taste just that much better….

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A friend just emailed me that someone won 123 million dollars but hasn't come forward to claim it because the lottery ticket was purchased in an adult store.The idea of that gives rise to so many questions….I think I'd claim the prize in costume [masked] and ask the lottery commission not to release my name.On the flip side….If this is someone who might be in the market for amour…..claiming the

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I'm suddenly living the life I think I was meant to have. I guess it's not so suddenly. It's been a lifetime coming after all. But it seems sudden. And every bit of this current life brings me astonished happiness. The kind of happiness where small pleasures are not taken for granted and people giving the gift of their time and attention to me is cherished.***Earlier this week I went to my PO

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[recipe for happiness]Stand stillLay downyour baggageThe kind youcherishHug to yourchestTake out andpolishWith a tear saltedrag made fromthe bitter tattersOf your givenonce too manytimes heart[repeat]

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Trick or treat….Hunger like a million crazed hamsters digging their sharp claws into the lining of my stomach. Days since I’ve eaten. Hiding, creeping along the hedgerows, I watch them trip gleefully from puddles of light to enveloping shadow. Just one. One wouldn’t hurt. I’d eat it standing up. Everybody knows that if you eat standing up it doesn’t count. Any minute now, I can feel it. One will

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The wind howling through the window broke into my sleep and replaced the ghastly sounds of tearing flesh. Panicked; I replayed the dream in my head, laughing a bit as I realized I was warm and snug under the covers.In the dream I was dancing. My body too warm, the room off kilter. My brain seemed to itch where my neck met my spine. I left the dance floor, disgusted with a partner taking

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I wrote this first part last week but didn't get a chance to post it:I was driving along in a school zone a few days ago and saw something that freaked me out. Off to my right, out of the corner of my eye, I spied a nice normal looking house. The house sported a nicely manicured lawn and three pretty trees spaced equidistant near the sidewalk. But…and here's the creepy part…. someone had lashed a

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They clawed at the dirt, pushed at the stones, groaning and scrabbling, freeing themselves from the earthy bedchambers grieving loved ones had provided. When the Governor called us in that first week, we stood at the fence and lobbed grenades into the cemetery; thinking it would destroy the things that crawled from the crypts. But how do you make the dead more dead?Nothing stopped them. They

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I'm a bit disoriented today folks because I'm hanging out at the bottom of the world in New Zealand, being interviewed by my friend, Crime Thriller Author-- [yes, it says that on her business card]-- Cat Connor.Cat gets me to talk with her about a myriad of things, and believe it or not, some of the interview questions are even about writing. But after she asked me about my underwear we kinda

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How can eyesso softburn sucha deep holein my soul?

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A simple shift….a crow bar's wrenchto the left In the iris of yourdark heartTo make a space,a sliver….an openingTo actually see,touch and feelThe light thatis me

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Wanda Warmheart is out and about today practicing her King's English.Wanda Warmheart's Witchy Ways, Avast my heart, Hardboiled and Alien in my tea are the titles of four of my flash fiction pieces enjoying an opportunity to be read in authentic English accents this month. From October 2-10th a group of dedicated individuals headed up by Damien G. Walter will be whipping up enthusiasm for the

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Tommy thought he was a vampire. The kids in the neighborhood just thought he was a weirdo. The word the grown ups used was delusional. Then one day his kid brother found him face down on the ground near the back of their garage. He'd landed on a wooden rake. The general consensus of the gang of kids standing around rubber necking was that he'd been trying to fly and had misjudged his ability to

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I just got a spam email saying that I could be entitled to a legacy of seventeen million five hundred thousand dollars. I'm laughing because at this stage of the game I'd be pleased with a legacy of $305.00.But the silver lining on the disappointment of not being suddenly insanely rich is being gifted with a new character name. Malcolm Foy. Isn't that a moniker just dripping with possibilities?

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Yesterday I revisited a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon where Calvin asks Suzy if being a girl is like being a bug. I started to idly wonder about that in an abstract way. After a while the latent scientist in me prodded me to see if I could find a more concrete way of figuring out the issue.I just spent an hour stretched out on my stomach on the floor of my kitchen listening to a bug explain to me

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Non smokers taste wonderful; clean and like soap, or salty with sweat from an honest day's work. A smoker tastes bitter, yellow nicotine oozing from every pore. His tongue, skin and cum all yellowish and sharp on the palate. But they're easier to catch, what with all that wheezing while running. And afterwards, when you cut off his smoking hand and boil it in a pot, the water turns saffron,

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Some days it's harder than others to adhere to Buddhist principles. I feel that every living creature has value. But when you chase a carpenter ant around your closet for ten minutes, finally catch it and then it just keeps running up and down the inside of the window screen panicking instead of tightly holding onto its towel and calmly going out of the open window you've so nicely provided for

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I've always been a fan of cloudscapes. I especially love it when the sky looks like a painted backdrop. I took these photos over the weekend when I noticed a storm brewing up from one direction with seemingly unconcerned skies in the other direction.There's something in the second photo that I want you to notice. The last image is a cropped detail of the second photo. Hopefully you can see what I

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Oh I know what you're thinking. You think I want a young stud with a washboard stomach to run around scantily clad fanning me with palm fronds, bringing me iced tea and slathering SPF40,000 sun protection lotion on my creamy white skin.Nope. I need a cabana boy to firmly but gently take the paintbrush out of my hand when a canvas is done. And to firmly but gently stand shaking his head in front

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The things you think of afterwards…. This morning I made two teeny tiny pieces of toast from the end of a loaf of bread. I mushed them together a bit, stacked them upright into the corner of the toaster slot and pushed the lever down. They toasted a treat, but when I tried to get them out, one had slid through the grips almost down to the crumb tray. Luckily after unplugging the toaster and

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"Let me get this straight," Len said with a grin on his face, "some guy you met in your critique group wrote a disturbing piece of fiction aimed at you and published it on his blog. "Holly nodded her pretty head and delicately forked some spaghetti and meatballs into her cupid bow mouth."You asked him to take it down, but he wouldn't, so you hired some company called The Fiction Police and they

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Personal ad: chiropractor seeks contortionist -Goal -romantic attitude adjustments

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It started with his foot, as these things often do. Tony awoke to a throbbing beneath the covers that was unlike the normal morning throbbing he had been used to all of his life. Well, had been used to since the age of thirteen anyway. He steeled himself for the worst and flung back the covers. It was just as he suspected. He had the beginnings of clown foot. He rummaged in his bedside drawer to

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I spent most of yesterday hugging a bucket. Who knew you could get food poisoning from cheese? The weird thing is when I'm sick my brain hemorrhages ideas. I ended up with a bunch of sticky notes all over my nightstand from thinking of first lines and story plots while my body was battling the demon bacteria raging war on my immune system.When I woke up this morning, slightly more coherent, but

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I had a nightmare that I was a pastry chef. It was horrible. A mime held a clown's water filled daisy boutonniere to my temple and demanded that I release all the cream pies from the clear display boxes.

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Breathe. That was the first word James ever said to me. Just like that. Nothing else. Then he was just a solid wall of comfort sitting beside me while I sobbed. That was James in a nutshell, loving, giving, open hearted. One day that heart simply stopped. Mid stride on the golf course. He fell hard enough to make a dent in the wet turf. I buried his ashes in the park near the creek. Just

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Stretching catlike, low moans escape as muscles release pent up tension.Yoga as a substitute for sex is like ground acorns substituting for coffee beans; it kinda looks the same but lacks that certain something.

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scorchingsimmeringsizzlingsmokingsmolderingsteamingsweatywhite-hotAblaze click on "Ablaze" to see the end result

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He had the handwriting of a psychopath. That should have tipped me off right there. Looking back, there were other, smaller things. Your instead of you're, never capitalizing i, some rather sophomoric humor. But when you're instant messaging with someone, you make allowances. It's fast and furious; sometimes the fingers can't keep up with the brain.When the invitation to meet came with those

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Fag HagThose are two words that I would never use. Especially not in a sentence together. Well, I would never use them unless I was just published in a book of poetry with them both in the title. And guess what? I was just published in a book of poetry called :Fag Hag –A Scandalous Chapbook of Fabulously-Codependent PoetryThe first piece I ever read by the poet Bryan Borland was published at

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woke tocicadas singingthe summer heatinto the day

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When I want to get back in touch with my pioneer roots, I buy unsliced bread.Of course, then I have to deal with the dreaded resurgence of bread slicing elbow....

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Fear or love Life basically boils down to one or the other state. When you have fear of love? You're screwed. Yesterday is gone. Make experiences that are joyful now, today, this minute. Love yourself and the people around you. Love nature, love experiencing the smallest thing. Be happy. Life is too short to be miserable. Misery loves company yes, but the company you attract by being

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Jon Strother, the founding father of the fridayflash community, came up with an idea for writers to shine a spotlight on other writers that they can't live without. Writers that week after week you can't wait to read, writers whose words light up the synapses in your brain when you see that they've posted new work and you say oh boy…… Shannon Esposito's work is like that for me. I had the

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Wanda Warmheart didn't want to be a witch, one day she just woke up and was.Wanda wandered down the way wiggling her ears and whistling. Wanda didn't know any other girls who could wiggle their ears, and few who could whistle well. Wanda felt that the two things together were a fine way to while away the time while walking, but by next week she wanted to work in juggling as well.Wanda walked

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I just saw the most entertaining spin that I've ever seen when someone came in and behaved in a less than grown up manner while commenting on an artistic expression.Oh hey, that never occurred to me until just now, maybe childish commenters are actually children who are up way past their bedtime and cranky.*gives that some thought*First commenter: [we'll call him/her X]cliiiiiiiche.Second

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Flyinginto the unknownFallingwide eyedOpeningto gasping oblivionUnfurlingtremblingly uncurlingUndone

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This time last year I was sleeping with a loaded .38 under my pillow, Mr. Safety Catch not even asked to make a cameo appearance.Now? Cool as a cucumber, sleeping like a baby. Well, without the waking up every two hours and crying. It's AMAZING the peace and tranquility you can achieve in your life through clean living, meditation, yoga and barging into a crowded restaurant with an uzi and taking

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I woke up at three am because I said out loud:"You know who looks great in a cowboy hat? Tom Selleck looks great in a cowboy hat."The funny part is I don't have any idea who I was talking to and I have not even a fragment of memory about what I was dreaming. But I won't dispute what I said, because Tom Selleck does look great in a cowboy hat.The fact that at least half of you have now created an

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"Are you sure about this Krista?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed, looking down at the scrawny girl standing on the other side of the counter, a determined expression on her face."I am Sam. I think it's the only way.""It just seems kind of cruel to blurt it out like that. I mean, don't you think you should tell your mother and your friends quiet like, you know, break it to them gently..." Sam

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You shine out to medarkness meeting lightBlendingFlowing to my touchlike liquid silver

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Sandy had been having the dream since she was five years old. It always started the same way. Looking down at her bare foot as she stepped onto the deck of a huge sailing ship, masts and rigging creaking in the wind, salt spray on her face, the smell of the ocean and its deep mysteries surrounding her. There was a boy at the helm, his dark hair blowing in the wind, his face alighting when he

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I have a theory about all of these tiny earthquakes happening in the Great Lakes area. I think it's Godzilla waking up. I just hope I have enough popcorn when he stops hitting the snooze alarm. -uncredited google image-My chair shook around a bit yesterday during the tremor, and I waited a few minutes to see if there was going to be any kind of announcement... [and this may surprise some of you]

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I figured it out. YouTube is an evil plan by the alien overlords to capture Humanity's collective memories into one easy to access location.I twigged to this idea this morning. I sent a friend a typo suggestion using the phrase: Let me buy you an "A", which made me remember that Sesame Street bit where a guy was trying to sell Ernie an "O", so I promptly hopped on to YouTube and yup, sure enough

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And I have an outside event to attend later on.I hope I don't melt.I'm working on removing my candy coating so I can store it until I get back.

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Time travel is possible. I know because it happened to me. The odd thing is I didn't climb into some fanciful contraption painstakingly sculpted from some hard to obtain metal, or stand on a fiendishly clever continuum slicing platform wringing my hands and laughing maniacally while my misshapen assistant pulled the lever to raise the lighting rod to the sky. I didn't do anything that a mad

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Puppies have a great life. They don't have to wear clothes, they get regular meals, they get taken for walks in the great out of doors and best of all they can flop down any old where, roll over and people will just naturally reach out to pet them and rub their tummies. Just a heads up?If you try that in the grocery store……it does draw quite a crowd…… but then the police come and escort you

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I woke up today, looked at my alarm clock/digital calendar and to my surprise it's two weeks later than it ought to be. I noticed something else pretty strange right away, although in those first few minutes I thought that I was still dreaming. But nope, after I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed my face with water I looked in the mirror and to my astonishment found that yes, somehow, while

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An abandoned wallet on the sidewalk, drops of blood like a trail of bread crumbs leading away from it down to the mouth of an alley. After a few steps the drops turned to smears, but it was hard to tell if they were crawling smears or dragging smears.Then I came across his shoe, and figured dragging.I unsheathed my sword, silly I know to head into an alley with it still in its scabbard, but

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Occasionally it's healthy to behave irrationally. It just might be healthier without quite so much bloodshed next time.

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Bouncing on my bedI hit my headDiscovering one of twosimple truthsMy ceiling is much too lowor my knees are much too strong

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Oh my gosh, I'm so excited. Twice now I've been out and danced with men who not only danced with enthusiasm, but [here's the really exciting bit] actually LIFTED THEIR FEET OFF OF THE FLOOR while doing it. Prior to the last two weeks that was nearly unheard of at the events I've been attending. Most of the men, although perfectly presentable and fun and easy to dance with, do the -to quote Billy

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I used to be awomanin a man'sworldNow I'm awoman

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You always hear people say life goes on and it does, no matter what else is happening around you. One moment leads into the next into the next and so on. ..And I truly believe that if you live in the now you have so much more joy in your life than pain.But sometimes you have to take a breath and give yourself over to things to allow the body and mind to feel what it's feeling. Take the time to

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I got The Abridged Manual of Evil as a prize in my first exorcism kit. I pored over it night and day, highlighting all the passages that dealt with demons and monsters. What ten year old boy doesn't lie in his bed at night and dream of the day when he can master the things in the closet and make them do his bidding? The things that lived in my closet were the ordinary run of the mill, big, leggy

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I was interviewed today at Soulless Machine while wearing my Editor of Pow Fast Flash Fiction hat. I'd love it if you go by and leave a comment.I kind of feel sorry for Aaron M. Wilson, the owner of the site. He has comment moderation on, so it might be a while before you notice, but Marisa Birns and I already started playing in his comment thread. He reads Miscellaneous Yammering though, so I

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I just had a friend who jokingly said to me that I should stop falling in love with men in their seventies because they just up and die on me. Although that has been true-- in three recent cases as of today-- I just can't help myself sometimes. When you meet someone who has a quick mind, a love of life, a passion for something that you both love-- in my case two were writers, and one was just as

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I heard about this guy in Norway trying to collect a million giraffes. The funny thing is I heard about it from a guy I'd never had contact with prior to the Comment Gobbler story, and as it turns out, lives about 20 minutes from me. So the news traveled from Norway to Cleveland to the Mentor area through a REALLY long string and a couple of rusty cans and here I am shouting it from the rooftops

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When the red mist cleared I started to regret zip tying you to the light pole out in front of the house. Especially once the cops found you there, naked, on your knees, back to the pole, hands and ankles bound behind you, sporting those six fresh stitches in your dick that you tried to explain away as just a foolish night out with the boys on a business trip, you know how it is....When they saw

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The wellspring of a mother's love……I want to begin this with something that I thought long and hard about revealing. It is selfish of me, an attempt to head off anyone who would comment: "This is a beautiful piece; you must have had a wonderful mother." Well, I hope that you still feel that it is a beautiful piece, but the fact is my mother was not a mother like I will be describing below.

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I had to promise a friend that I would start keeping my psychic flashes to myself. And I will. A promise is a promise. Well, I will except for those flashes that warn of the complete annihilation of the universe. [again] In those instances I feel that it's my civic duty to warn the general populace.Which is why I keep a skywriter on call 24/7…….

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