This was The Girl’s idea. We were sitting at the dinning table talking about this and that when I mentioned I didn’t have any good ideas for Thursday Thirteen. She said I should do 13 smiley faces in barbeque sauce. I liked the sound of that, and said she should go ahead and do that. But when she went to do it, she changed her mind and said she’d rather do it in chocolate sauce. So, here it is. The Girl’s artwork in desert on a cutting board. Guess who gets to wash it up.
Drew followed an old couple from the parking lot/visitors center area to Old Faithful. One gray haired, the other probably balding under the brimmed hat, they looked a bit odd as they held hands and bumped into one another like a couple of green kids. Drew blinked a few times, but they didn’t seem to be any kind of hallucination. Maybe people in Wyoming were a little different. Then again, this place brought them in from all over the world.
Today marks the last day of Scorpius.
I have been reading this story for years – long before I started The Serialist meme. I’ve greatly enjoyed reading it, and will miss it now that it is done. Thank you Julia, both for keeping me entertained, and for participating as one of the founding Serialsits. It’s probably too much to ask, but I’m hoping you will start a new 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 a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
Jill: What happened to you?
Jack: I got zapped by an ad.
To be continued.
For more posts with Zap go to Whistle Stop Photohunt
For more posts with advertising go to Keyhole Pictures
Galen has been sick for three weeks now. I don’t know what happened, but it involves many antibiotics and a hospital stay. I went ahead and did Fiction Friday 55s the last two weeks, but I just don’t have it in me this week. I’m hoping for his full recovery soon.
1. Diana is entirely too cheeky. She knows she isn’t supposed to get on the tables or counters, but she always acts affronted when we make her get down.
2. Climbed into the bottom drawer of the stove.
3. Sit in plant pots with no concern for the plants already there.
4. Cried for attention while on top of a tall book case.
5. She’s bumped her head into the wall while chasing a laser pointer beam.
6. She’s also jumped up in Mr. Al’s lap to eat the milk out of his cereal bowl while he was still eating.
7. Jumped up against the window to dangle from the frame.
8. Icarus likes to flop over anytime anyone approaches him.
9. They had a tug-o-war with a blanket.
10. Chased each other through the house while dragging cat toys.
11. Goes into the neighbor’s cat door, but can’t figure out how to work ours.
12. Bat at the TV screen.
13. Rolled over and fell off the bed.
“This was bugging me all night,” Ben complained as he stepped into my house. “I don’t think I want to kill any darlings.”
I giggled. “Let’s go sit in the kitchen before we talk about it.”
I’m featuring two people this week. First, I’m really glad to see that Carrie Ann Golden has settled in with regular posts on her serial. I feel confident enough that she and Alice Rozen will be continuing their serials that I added them to the permanent roll call. Second, I’d like to offer special kudos Old Egg for his diligence in commenting. We all love comments. Yours are much appreciated.
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 a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
Jill: What are you doing, Jack?
Jack: Checking out the texture of the road in front of our house.
Jill: Oh…. Why?
Jack: You know there’s a beer festival going on this weekend right?
Jill: Yeah. So?
Jack: I figure this is as close to home as I’ll get when it’s over.
For more posts with Texture go to Whistle Stop Photohunt
For more posts with go to Keyhole Pictures
“It’s all right, baby. She’s gone on to a better place. But she hasn’t left you behind. I’m sure she’s looking down on you from above.”
The boy shivered. “Just when I thought she couldn’t spy on me anymore.”
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.
Some of my musical instruments are a little different than you normally run into. For instance, but Bull Roar caught Country Dew‘s attention. She left a link to a video showing a bunch of them playing. This lead me to some other interesting instruments.
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