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Looking Back

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Birds, Waffles, Shenanigans

She sits at the kitchen table, almost nine o’clock at night, listening to her 16 yr. old daughter and her boyfriend giggle while they wrestle in the other room. The bedroom door is open, they are just playing, and she could hear them talking and laughing all the while. No shenanigans are being attempted tonight. Just two kids having fun with each other. The television is off, no music either. Just two kids. It makes her remember what it was like, that young love. Read the rest of this entry

The Great Inditionater

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Antidisestablishmentarianism, hemorrhage, phlebotomy

Bam!  Whizzle whizz splat!  Keen heard the noises and saw the great machine shake and shudder.  Broken pieces came out on the conveyor belt. He scooped them all up and threw them into the recycle bin.  Unfinished pieces could be tossed out, but completed works would have to be kept whether they made sense or not.  Keen had to do something, tell someone fast!  He ran to the telephone to call maintenance. Read the rest of this entry

Spifflepants BittyNoggin Gets a Job

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Zombie, Pineapple, Octopus

Okay good readers, my friend’s kids wanted a story about a certain yellow, square sea sponge, and in the wish to avoid any copyright issues I did a parody of said sponge instead.   Hey, we all have lame writing days, this is MY lame, I own it, it’s Mine!   Your kids might like it though, everyone knows that grown-ups are lame! Read the rest of this entry

Best Friends For Ever!

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Popcorn, jelly beans, kitties

“Mom, where is my pink shirt?  I want to show Jenny.”  Casey called downstairs.
“Did you put it in the dirty clothes?”  Her mother called back.  The silence upstairs was her answer.  “I can’t wash your clothes if you don’t put them in the hamper Casey.  Put it in and I’ll get it the next time I do wash.”
“What?” Casey had already gone back to her room.   Read the rest of this entry

If Only I…

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If Only I…

Carla Chapel walked on dirty leaves, twigs and branches; all signs of the actual trail had been lost some time ago.  She couldn’t even see the sun, with the overcast sky and wind whipping the treetops.  Goosebumps prickled her shoulders and arms.  A tear slid down her cheek; another soon joined it.  Now what am I supposed to do?  She wondered.  If it hadn’t been for that old woman she wouldn’t even be out there.  No phone, no flashlight, no coat.  How did I end up like this?  She thought back.

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Winter Approaches

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Chablis, Owl, Cathedral

It’s been so long since a human came near to this place that the animals here have never seen one.  A rabbit nibbles on clover nestled in the grass, hopping closer to the cathedral.  A pair of lemmings scamper over the granite seeking grass and sedges that have grown up inside the sanctuary.  Winter is coming and they will soon be mating.  The rabbit lifts his ears and eyes, keeping watch for predators on this chilly September afternoon. Read the rest of this entry

Now That’s a Horse of a Different Color!

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Xerox, Coelacanth, Paprika

Cathy DeBaria had forgotten and left her papers on the desk again.  Now if she intended to get any work done this weekend she would have to return to the museum, and walk all the way to her office.  Aggravated with herself, she turned to run back in.  She would have to take a later bus.  The harried ichthyologist would be late for her writer’s group meeting and the dinner afterward, although there was still a chance to make it if she hurried and went straight to the hall from work.  Everyone brought a covered dish and Cathy usually made deviled eggs with a little paprika sprinkled over the top.  She hated showing up without food, but this time it could not be helped. Read the rest of this entry

Johnny Goes to the Store

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Johnny, Cash, Hurt

Well that is the last time I bring him to the store, I can tell you that.  Johnny acted like a monkey today, running up and down the aisles and screaming when I wouldn’t buy the cookies.  He decided that he wanted sugared cereal instead of the fiber one we usually get and when I said no, well you would’ve thought it was the end of times.   Read the rest of this entry