Suzie’s House 339 : On the Road Again, Dudut-du-du-doooo-du duu du-du
“Thanks.” Drew took the keys from Trent. “I owe you one.”
“You owe me more than one, but who’s counting?” Trent grinned.
Drew could hardly argue. If not for Trent and Sonoma’s faithful care, he would have ended up in some back alley feeling isolated in his insanity and scrutinizing every little dust speck of self recrimination that fell past. In a way, he could say he owed the couple his life.
The Serialists of Jan 8th
Featured Author: Old Egg More love story? *eyebrows wiggling hopefuly*
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.
A Hike Around the Lake
As long as we were camped along Khovsgol Lake, we thought we’d take a little day hike. Those of us on the tour who were in the mood walked along the shore of the lake until we got to a nice little promontory. Then we cut up along a ridge and came out at a spot with a great view, and the makings of a bonfire.
Jack and Jill Suggestion Box
Each Saturday I take a word or sentence that someone has suggested and try to turn it into a Jack and Jill post. A lot of the Tina stuff you’ve been seeing is a direct result of the kind of suggestions people have made. You can have an impact on Jack and Jill by making suggestions. Or you can just do a stream of consciousness thing and let her fly.
If I pick one of your suggestions, I’ll attribute it to you and link back to your blog.
Chopsticks?
Such an elegant hotel, with gold filigree on the walls and marble on the floors. A restaurant downstairs only open at breakfast and a private-room, Chinese restaurant on the second floor. But they fed us Chinese food in the bar and forgot the chopsticks. Half an hour later, we improvised.
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.
Suzie’s House 338 : How to Define Yourself
“I can’t seem to get my feet under me.” Drew sat at the battered kitchen table and turned his cup of tea around and around. The delicate handle rubbed his thumb raw every time it came around. “I think I’ve got a hold of the hallucinations, but it seems like I just never feel like ME anymore.”
“It takes more than a cup of tea and a straight head to define us.” Trent eased into a chair across the table, moving at the jittery speed of old bones.
“Yeah? So you think I need to define myself?”
“I think maybe it’s about time you went home.”
The Serialists of January 1st
Featured Author: Welcome Berowne! I look forward to seeing how your quizes connect together to form a story.
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The Gobi Desert
Before I went to Mongolia, I had a clear image of what I thought the Gobi Desert would be like. I expected dry and dusty. We went in the rainy season.
Only Her Hairdresser Knows
“Is that sign in English?” The tourist pointed out the window of the bus.
“Yes. Many businesses use English even if they can’t speak it, especially for store names.” The tour guide winced.
“So, they have no idea what ‘Disaster Hair Salon’ means. Well, if they live up to their name, the customers can always go to the Shanghai Styles next door to fix it. ”
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.
T13: Music Factory
1. Folk music in Mongolia is unlike anything I’ve heard anywhere else. They use duo tone singing like a rougher, less esthetic version of the Tibetan’s as well as horns, and a variety of stringed instruments like the Chinese.
Probably the one that most typifies the country is the horse headed fiddle. They come in a variety of sizes with commiserate differences in register. What typifies all of them is the square box, long necks, and of course the horse head scroll.
When the Manchu held sway over the country, the emperor tried to make it illegal to put a horse’s head on the end of a fiddle, and insisted there must be a dragon instead. Mongolians, being a lot like Montanans, got around this by putting BOTH the dragon’s head and any number of horse’s heads on the scroll.
Not surprisingly, the horse headed fiddle is the primary instrument made at the factory we toured in Ulaanbaatar.
2. The outside of the building. It has similarities to a Western style house on the inside as well as on the outside. It’s set up in one of the ger districts.
On the Road Again
Dudu-dooo-do-do-do-doooooo
I don’t know why Willy Nelson runs through my mind every time I hit the road.
Got my house sitter sitting. Got my tires rotated. Don’t even need a map anymore.
How about you? Spending the Holidays with family?
Roundup
“Hurry, the camels are getting too far away. Go bring them back.” With her hands full of felt, the mother was glad her kids were home from boarding school.
“I can’t, Mom. Brother took the motorcycle. He won’t be back for hours.”
“Idiot! Take a camel!” What did they teach them in that new fangled school?
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.
T13: The Camel Family
Toward the end of the trip we visited a family that raises camels in the Gobi Desert.
1. The family has around fifty camels. The grazing near the dunes isn’t very good, so they keep the camels in a different area and bring them in only as needed to give rides to tourists.
