I don’t know why I thought that the men I knew when young would end up looking like my grandfather when they got old. It should have been obvious they would not age “gracefully”. But what boggles me the most is modern science. They all kept their hair. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. I think it’s about time we voted for senators with breasts. After all, we’ve been voting for boobs long enough. ~Clarie Sargent, Arizona senatorial candidate 2. We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. ~Aesop 3. Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. ~Plato 4. Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no […]
“Have some tea. You’re looking a bit sallow, my dear.” Sonoma pushed Drew into a chair at the kitchen table, much to his irritation. “You’re just like Suzie. Except for the tea and the language.” Drew hunched over with his elbows on the table. He really, really did not want to have to drink any more tea, but when Sonoma suggested it, no one could escape. It was her profession, after all.
Isn’t it appropriate that I should feature two vampire stories for Halloween? If you haven’t been over to Alice Rozen’s serial, get yourself over there. It’s a great read. And welcome to a Christopher Boggs who has a nice start on one. This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) […]
I… Um… get around a little bit. I mean I tend to visit a fair number of blogs. Now and then I will plan on going back to see something, but forget who posted the thing I’m interested in. This happened early last week, when someone mentioned they were writing something that looked like it might be a serial suitable for The Serialists. I didn’t have enough time to check it out when I ran across it, then couldn’t figure […]
Jill: Sometimes my To Be Read pile makes me feel like I’m on the shelf. Previously in Jack and Jill: Parallel Parking For more posts with On a Shelf go to Keyhole Pictures
“I thought you were dead.” “I am.” “Then what are you doing here?” “I felt like visiting.” “Could you not do that? You’re jacking up my heating bills.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most. Yeah, I’m running a few words short this week. Hope you don’t mind.
I’ve been shopping for music. I’m not the kind to get individual songs. I prefer albums for all kinds of reasons. Turns out you can listen to a lot of different albums on Youtube. It gives a much, much better preview than those lousy samples sellers usually offer. Here are 13 albums I previewed on Youtube. 1.
Crap. What was he doing with helping that girl get over stage fright? Bruce yanked a black, knitted beanie out of his coat pocket and jammed it on his head as he walked away from Emma’s neighborhood. He wasn’t running away. Not at all. He was going back toward State Street and downtown, where he belonged.
Things are heating up with Old Egg’s serial – Ahu and Ahuahu as their way of life is threatened. This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
It’s been nice around here lately. Highs in the fifties, sometimes smokey and sometimes clear. It’s getting clear more and more often. We’re taking a gentle, slow slide into winter. So far. The picture above was taken a few days ago during a clear moment in the middle of a storm. Typical Montana weather. The picture to the left is from last May when the river was running high. I thought I’d take in in the Fall to show the […]
Jack: Now, Darling. That’s just plane lazy. Previously in Jack and Jill: Watering the Yard For more posts with parks go to Keyhole Pictures
Sleep eluded him. When a child, he would imagine a monster under his bed, waiting for him to let a foot or a hand hang over the edge. Now, the nightmares keeping him tossing and turning were much worse. He labeled them “Mortgage”, “Divorce”, and “Bankruptcy.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.