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“What’s the mark for?” Sharon asks.
“I’m working on patience. I make a mark each time I become impatient. It’s supposed to help by recognizing when it occurs.”
“What’s today’s count?”
“Twelve.”
Sharon frowns, “It’s just 9 a.m.”
“Make that thirteen!”
by Hugh James
by Hudson Kemna
by Hudson Kemna
What do you think? Should I continue to publish the older stuff in the order it was received until I get to the new submissions, or do I publish all the older stuff to a date in the past and give the new stuff today's date to keep the newer things at the top of the blog?
Thanks for visiting, and for letting me know what you think.
Thanks for visiting!
and air is no longer mine to share. Something explodes within me; I burst to
the surface screaming to live. I am enlightened by the thought of what I
almost threw away-- The flavor of life.
by Jody Montoya
chew a cookie, wet my pants, and plot anew. The cigarettes and coffee of my
elders will be mine. Rolling over, I squirm again; alas, scooped up. I
shouldn't have pooped too--foiled by smell.
by Jody Montoya
It would have been easier I suppose had I the slightest clue ‘what’ to write about. And then I realized I had already done it.
by Relsieg d'Arb
was the only one that saw me that way.
Second wife didn't stay with me past the
honeymoon.
Third wife saw my collections and panicked.
Fourth wife seemed eager to join the others.
I wish I would have married them alphabetically.
by Daniel K. Brower
by Amalisa Piccinino
on a lame camel, over the mountain,bringing trouble,
spoiling everything.
His father running and skipping to greet him,
his brother sulking, kicking sand.
The servants, charmed,danced all evening,
while I, grieving in the kitchen,
poisoned his portion of fatted calf.
by M D Essinger
Monty R. Nolan
and not talking. Dinner becomes tasteless. So walk me
to my car and kiss me goodnight. No. Please, not yet.
Months spent waiting, but no word. Suddenly he smiles
an invitation. Maybe music and dinner bring that now
anticipated kiss.
by Lilly
by Mueller Nylander
Room full of boxes and stuff.
Standing on the brink of adulthood, independence
Future unknown, stretching far as thought can imagine.
Possibilities, which road to take, choices, how should I travel…
To do it over again, nah… not in this lifetime anyway.
by Roz
Living a lie?
Dale?
Now, Rip Torn, sure. Eddie Money? Come to think of it, yeah. But you? Sorry, Dale. Talk to Janine: she’ll gab with you.
by Michael Brown
by George Tolson
by Mavis Farr
by John Ferracuti
Her two year old was crying.
She had forgotten to feed him.
by Rajarshi Singh
Even Missy, my canine companion, the tireless Frisbee chaser, was drained.
We luxuriated in the air-conditioned car, soft cushions massaged my body, she stretched out in the rear of the SUV.
Exercise and bonding, a satisfying day.
by Roz
So now what idiot, I ask myself.
Was all this pain and suffering worth it?
Mary was right, I was born out of time.
Okay, fine. You wanted a martyr, you got it!
Father, Into Your Hands I Commend My Spirit.
Here I come.
by Daniel Brower
sniffed, his sister grasped tighter. The early morning air was cold, their
hands were cold, they shivered in their winter coats. She called to them and
waved. With small hands they slowly waved good-bye
by Ali Waks
by Laurel Hudgins
by David Stalcup
by Natasha Cramb
Her eyes searched him out with, "I've done this three times before Dad! I know what I's doing."
And yesterday he smiled, "What will you name him?"
Her eyes again, "I've done this three times before too Dad!"
by strohm
Then I feel it. In the guts. I miss him. My tether.
by Gwyn
and pulled the pillow over my head. When I opened my eyes, the first thing
I saw were the boots lying next to the bed. I shut my eyes again. Another
damn cowboy! Would I never learn?
Willa
happening; so much information to be processed. It curled itself up in a
ball until another of its kind approached. It uncurled itself and said:
“Luckily I am a sow bug and cannot think.”
by Etienne LeBel
by Michael R. Catledge
by Chance Landry
I am the captain of my ship.
All the crew is in the galley,
No one's at the helm,
The cook is serving bread and jam.
The first mate is in the crownest,
She's never ever awake.
That's why we seldom find a ship
To board or sink beneath our wake.
by strohm
Wandering in that smelly place, looking for so-called treasure.
The house is full of treasure. The place is short of space. Where will they be stacked?
Who would have thought the rubbish tip had more books than a library for him to read?
By Adrian
That's what it was.
Money in hand - She did it.
A wicker basket on the handlebars.
Back in time riding through the lanes collecting kesh and dandelions for Willy Wiffin,the rabbit.
"Give us a ride in yer basket Missus."
Momentary annoyance.
The swerve, the clatter, the indignity.
Laughter!
by Vivienne Edmondson
have the discipline to write out the checks and enter the transactions into
Quicken. E-mail was easier. A referral to fifty word fiction seemed like a
fun diversion, so he wasted time on that.
by Chuck O'Brien
"Yes. I'm a little nervous is all," she replied as she pulled her hair back and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
He smiled and said, "It won't be that bad. I still remember my first time and it was nothing."
She looked up at him -- her eyes heavenly in the light. "I'm worried about the pain. I mean, I'm already sixteen, and never needed to see a dentist before now."
by Carlos Palomino
by Carrie Johnson
was a life severed from reality, from truth, a life no
longer torn apart by anger and fear; that dread. Bald,
broken; a body and a mind atrophied by radiation and
drugs of chance. There was the nothingness times
infinity.
by center_of_time
lifted my hand above the water, head level, with dead
eyes—my hand looked so lovely. The sloshing of the
water and the fell of liquid upon and into the lustrous
water was hypnotizing. Red, my red, never looked so beautiful.
by center_of_time
By Pablo Control
by yamilate
by J Woods
On a crowded dance floor you were alone.
I walked over to you. You looked into my eyes.
Smiling, you whispered your name in my ear.
I whispered mine.
You held my hand, pulled me close.
Together we danced until dawn.
by Fay Piñera
One shining moment, if I could stop time, to find myself and lose my
mind.
Somehow... I think I'd be okay... just saddle-up, point it down the road,
and fade away...
James Ashworth
peeled off her shirt, peeked at the mirror
approvingly, then stepped out of the skirt. Blushing,
breathing shallow, seeming more exposed, she stepped
into the living room. He barely glanced up from his
magazine. “You’re so predictable,” he sighed, reading again.
by Marcie V.
from the leaves near my feet.
A chipmunk.
As I watched, it sneezed again with a little shudder.
I played a few more notes; the chipmunk sneezed, then scratched behind its
ears like a dog.
by Bets E.
I've been neglectful. Extremely neglectful. I'm sorry.
But, I'm going through my e-mail right now and I'm going to post everything I can. It's summer, after all. Plus I'm bored, so there's that.
I'm going to start with the oldest and go forward from there. There's a few hundred submissions in backlog, so it might take a while.
Please feel free to submit using the link on the right, if you like. Keep in mind that it might not get posted right away.
by Cloudramza
I asked the waitress what was taking so long. She said the chef was working on it.
I went to the back by the lake. I saw a guy in a large white hat with a pole in the water.
by Docwessel
by Rosa
Enticing,
inviting,
igniting the very core of my soul.
You, scarred stranger
of my thoughts,
dreams,
desires.
We meet, yearn, touch
merge, meld
soar.
Once again, I am woman.
Renee Sereno
Modesto, CA
After 5 or 6 beers he turned the stereo on full blast, playing bluegrass and old country.
I said, "Stop".
He didn't.
I pulled out a shotgun and blasted his Magnavox into a million pieces.
by Bonnie
Now she had cared for him for 15 years.
He lay in a hospital bed, dying. He didn’t watch baseball games, he didn’t eat. He didn’t seem to care. But she was shocked.
by Frances Harris Segerson
Demons torment Mankind, their presence a vile scourge,
God created Mankind, suffering as He did,
Knowing that in the End, their was future bleak and
grim,
And yet......the story is not over.....
by Damon Bradley
$100.00 a week buys him freedom, washes him clean of guilt.
He hears his children beyond the door, but he won't ring the bell.
He'll be from here to the lobby door in one giant leap,
thinking to himself "phew! what a relief."
by Delia Fonseca
He is not from around here. He is an alien.
His brother Jimmy lives in Cleveland.
by Henry Wessel
He had to ask. “Think if he’d been watching a little harder, there would have been no bomb?”
“What do you mean?”
Half way down he had second thoughts - did he really want to die? He decided he did.
He was lucky because by then it would have been too late.
Henry Wessel
I wrote and rewrote the story, convinced of its movie potential, forgetting that in reality we all had jackets, credit cards, and enough cash for a cab.
by Gerald So
by Debora Selinger
but she hated him. It has
been eleven years and she
had been scheming to kill him.
They were in the bath tub.
She asked him
if he wanted to listen to the radio.
"Yes!" he replied.
She threw the radio into the tub -
ZAP!
by Cloudramza
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