Suzie’s House 258 : A Look at “I Am From”
Ben brought a poem of sorts over for me to critique. I actually have some university training in poetry, though it’s been long enough that I couldn’t tell my limerick from my canticle. All right, I’ll admit I’ve got my limericks down pat, but you know what I mean. It’s not my focus. Then again, neither are a teenage boy’s homework assignments.
The Serialists of April 25
Welcome Alice Rozen! Alice R has a tongue in cheek Gothic going. It’s fun and intriguing and well worth checking out.
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TTMT: Resort
A while back, a friend invited me to help her use a coupon for a fancy resort in Idaho. Yes, even Idaho has them. This place was so nice, even the cars had a good view to look out on.
Honeymoon
It was supposed to be beautiful. She wouldn’t let him touch her until they were married, because only when consecrated could their relationship be beautiful. He did all he could to make it right for her, but in the end, a simple ceremony can’t make a grunt sound like a song.
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.
13 Bands New to Me
People keep introducing me to new music. It’s been quite an education for me this year.
1. Novroz introduced me to LArc~en~Ciel. You can learn a lot more about them from Novroz
Suzie’s House 257 : When the Truth Broke Loose
“Would you quit being so pissy already?”
“Ben?” Lisa and Tracy both looked at him like he’d just grown another head.
Gene didn’t bother to look at him at all, just kept walking. Then again, he was well ahead of them on the sidewalk, so maybe he couldn’t hear. Or he just didn’t want to hear.
“What? Don’t I have a right to get fed up with him? Weren’t both of you just complaining about him?”
The Serialists of April 18
Welcome Nicola Batty! I’m not sure where she’s going with it, but Nicola starts with a dream.
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If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment. I may feature you next week.
New Home
Jill: You’re kidding, right? You don’t really expect me to live here.
Jack: Why not?
Jill: It’s not even a house, let alone a home.
Jack: What? You don’t think it’s sturdy enough?
Jill: Don’t lean on it!
Jack: Alright, maybe you have a point.
Previously in Jack and Jill:
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Like a Fake Book on the Shelf
“What are you supposed to do with this,” asks Daughter. She holds up a jar of crystallized ginger.
“Um… eat it,” Mom answered.
“What? Just like this?”
“Sure. Try some.” Mom pours out a handful.
“Yum. But if you aren’t supposed to cook it first, why is it in the spice rack?”
“Because I never found out what you’re really supposed to do with it.” Mom grinned.
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.
13 Things in my Refrigerator
1. Milk. We go through a lot.
2. Tofu. Yes, I actually like the stuff.
3. Apples
4. Oranges
5. Cheese
6. Lettuce
7. Celery. Right now we have some sticks prepared for Ants on a Log. More likely to get eaten that way.
8. Cabbage.
9. Butter.
10. Eggs.
11. Broccoli. I have some florets cut up ready for dip, and some stalks cut up ready to go in sushi.
12. Udon noodles. Yeah, this one’s totally random.
13. Spaghetti sauce. We go through a lot of it.
Suzie’s House 256 : Math Teachers vs Social Studies Teacher
“Ron,” Mr. Foster, the math teacher, nodded as they passed in the hall right after third period.
“Chris,” Mr. Gordon replied. He didn’t notice at first that Mr. Foster had something more to say to him.
“A word, if I may.” Mr. Foster held a hand up, stopping him without actually touching. “It’s about Tracy Martin. I believe you have her in second period?”
The Serialists of April 11
One of the most regular serialists here is Old Egg. So far I’ve only featured Ahu and Ahuahu, but Old Egg has done several other shot series, too. I’m impressed.
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.
