Welcome Graffiti
It’s been cold and rainy for weeks. Highs in the 60’s. I’m tired of hearing the furnace run. Still, some people managed to get down the the graffiti wall and do their thing.
Accidental Art
Check it out. I pulled a pickled baby corn from the jar, and the rest all kind of slumped over and ended up like this. Cool, huh?
55 – When They are Young
She: Stop it! We’ll get caught.
He: Oh, come on, Baby. We’re consenting adults. Why can’t we?
She: Because the kids are home. They’ll ask questions.
He: Who knew we’d have more trouble getting it on when we’re married than we did as teenagers?
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.
A Random 13
1. I’m late with this post and have no good ideas for it and don’t feel like talking about my perpetually cluttered desk, so I’m going with the Off-the-top-of-my-head thing.
2. Why is it that my head is full of thought most of the time, but when I try to gab on to something specific it slips away like oily water?
3. Does that mean I’m dirty minded?
4. They say you reflect your environment.
5. Maybe, if I want to clear my head, I should clean the house.
6. That would involve moving all the clutter Mr. Al brings into the house.
7. Think he’d notice if the CD’s floating around without a home ended up in the trash?
8. Or his gargoyle collection?
9. Seems to me the clutter is not my fault.
10. Then again, I could probably get some of the papers off my desk.
11. Or at least deal with the pile of cat toys at my feet.
12. I remember when it was a pile of kids toys.
13. It always meant I wasn’t paying them enough attention.
ps, but it was talking with the kids last night that prevented me from doing my Thursday 13 post in the first place!
Suzie’s House 253 : The Mistaken Impulse
Jeff liked to think he was diligent in his attorney-client relations, house calls to Mrs. Hammacker not withstanding. He nurtured his business relations carefully, often at the expense of anything resembling a private life. His focus on family law tended to put him in awkward positions. So he was used to acting as an amateur psychologist. He liked to think he handled it well.
This he wasn’t handling well at all.
The Serialists of March 21st
Did you notice that Susan started a new story arc? I’ll bet it has something to do with the book she has coming out April 12. (More Trevor? Can’t wait!)
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.
The Winner of Deeper Than the Dead
It seemed a bit over kill to use random.org to pick the winner this time, so I flipped a coin. I assigned heads to Mama Zen because she commented first and tails to Heather and flipped three times because the first flip kind of didn’t actually turn in the air. The winner is Heather! Congrats on being lucky. 🙂
Hukilau
Jill: Jack, aren’t you supposed to be at work? What are you doing?
Jack: Playing hooky.
Today’s theme is Play
To see who else is playing go to:
Whistle Stop Photohunt
55 – The Next Turn
It’s always the bend in the road that keeps him driving. On the long straight-aways, he can see that there is nothing waiting for him; no new discovery, no returning friend, no unexpected bakeries. But curves hide many things. They are full of tempting potential.
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 from the Youtube Click Game
Having the first video on my blog was too tempting. I ended up clicking.
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Suzie’s House 252: On Her Own
“Jeff, this has been very helpful. Thank you for coming over. More soup?” Suzie grabbed the ladle in the tureen of chowder. Grateful to her lawyer for making house calls, she wanted to show her appreciation however she could.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. As long as you feed me this well, I’m glad to give what advice I can, but for a professional opinion, you’ll have to come in to the office.” He held his bowl out for a refill.
The Serialists of March 14th
One of the first books posted online in it’s entirety that I encountered was Steal Tomorrow by Ann Pino. I may be the only person who has read and commented on every chapter of that book and as many of the related side stories as I could come by. It’s a fantastic read, and one of the reasons Ann is in my hall of honor in the side bar. Remember what she contributed to The Serialists last week? Tip of the iceberg. If you like apocalyptic science fiction, check it out.
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.
