Suzie’s House 308 : Food, Fibs, and Friends
“Why is the cafeteria food always so putrid?” Alisha dropped her fork to the tray, making Emma flinch.
“I know. Right? I crave real food. Like Chinese or something.” Katy picked at her food with a disgusted look on her face.
“They had that Chow Mein stuff last week.” Kate shoveled in whatever the lunch ladies wanted to call the glop they were supposed to eat today like it was no problem.
The Serialists of April 24th
Welcome to The Serialists, Novroz! Novroz is planning to post a new episode once a month. She was a little late is linking up her first ever installment last week. If you missed it, be sure to 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 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.
Guest Blogging Icarus
I’m a guest blogger! Actually, I did a bunch of guest blogs when Moving In first came out, but I haven’t been real active since. This time I’m talking about Icarus, his accident, and his accidents, if you know what I mean. 🙂 You can read all about him and see a new picture of him or two at Underneath The Shell.
In other news, I’ve once again gone from green grass to snow. Sigh. I don’t think this is quite what they meant by April showers.
Stud Muffin
Jill: Would someone answer the door? It’s probably the new renter.
Tina: You aren’t really going to rent my room, are you? I wouldn’t mind sharing the room with him if he’s good looking.
Jill: Just open the door.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Cushioning the Fall
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is Muffin as suggested by Colleen
Posting
“I can’t go yet. I have to hurry up and get my post ready.”
“What post?”
“Fiction Friday 55.”
“Wait, it’s Friday already? How did that happen? I was sure it was still Thursday.”
“It IS Thursday. Thursday night, which is when Fiction Friday 55 begins. You know how it goes. In the Internet, Friday begins on Thursday night.”
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 Origami Cranes
I think by now The Girl has made over a thousand of these things. They say if you make a thousand you can make a wish. I wonder what she’s wishing for.
Suzie’s House 307 : Totally Different
That band the kids had formed was practicing in Suzie’s parlor when Miranda dragged herself home. It was pretty late, but there was no sign of Vin yet, and the only sign of Suzie was a cake and a pile of cookies on a cooling rack. Miranda settled at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and plate of cookies. It made her feel young.
The Serialists of April 17th
Featured Author: Ann Pino
Sorry I’m so slow on the uptake with this. I’m glad you’ve already jumped in with another serial. Yay!
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.
Elbow Room
Last Thanksgiving my family and I sat around the dinning room table and talked about what each of us wanted for Christmas. This is a regular event which tends to be harder on the person who is asked what they want than on those asking. Yeah, most of us aren’t kids anymore. If we want it, we just buy it.
I tend to be a bit flippant in my response to that question. One year I said I wanted a life. I received the board game, the cereal, and worms. Hey, they’re living. One time I said I wanted jack sh*t. I received potting soil. On this occasion I happened to be working with food, and I irritably said I wanted elbow room.
Well, it took a while, but The Girl came through. She glued elbow macaroni to a tissue box with a window and a door cut out of it. Elbow. Room. Yeeeeaaaaah.
Cushioning the Fall
Jill: Mom, it isn’t just that you and Jack don’t get along. We also need the money. The mortgage on this place is killing us.
Tina: But I like living with you. I can’t help it if I don’t have any money for rent.
Jill: Well, you better get used to the idea, because the first renter comes to look at the place tomorrow.
Tina: What? I will not be treated this way. I want to stay here, and that’s final. *stomp*. Oops!
Raoul: You’re always welcome with me. I don’t mind cushioning your fall.
Tina: You and your crinolines. (grumbling)
Previously in Jack and Jill: Pearls Before Nine
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is Cushion as suggested by off the Kid’s List
Want to see what I can do with a word or phrase? Make a suggestion.
When the Potato Screamed
“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being a vegetarian. Honest. But don’t you think it’s a little elitist? Plants have feelings, you know. Consider the potatoes you put in the oven half an hour ago. They might still be alive. Cooking them is what’s killing them.”
“Potatoes can’t feel.”
That’s when the potato in the oven popped and steamed.
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 306 : Dinner and a Movie
“It’s good.” Vin held his fork at a dubious angle. His New York strip gleamed red and juicy, just the way he liked it, but he didn’t look all that happy about it.
“Yeah.” Miranda cut into her seared duck breast with about the same enthusiasm. They’d been to a dozen restaurants in as many days. Before moving in with Suzie she’d done this routinely. “But…”
“…It isn’t as good as what Suzie makes.” Vin said at the same time she did.
