11 Saturday May 2013
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blog, blogging, Children, fiction, flash fiction, Humor, humour, Life, short story, trifecta challenge, Writing, WRITING PROMPTS
Finally home! Relaxation had to wait. My child headed for the back door to play outside.
“No, wait!” I cried.
Too late. BAM! Right into the glass door he couldn’t tell was there.
Trifecta Challenge: This weekend we want you to give us 33 words (exactly) that include among them at least one example of onomatopoeia.
24 Wednesday Apr 2013
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The state fair. I hated the state fair. Sure, it was fun for the kids and I guess that’s what matters, but I loathe it. I offered to let my wife take the kids by herself but for some reason she wasn’t as thrilled with the idea as I hoped she would be.
The kids had used up their supply of tickets for rides and we were heading towards the exit when it happened.
“Look, honey!” she exclaimed. ”A fortune-teller!”
I didn’t believe in any of that nonsense and wasn’t impressed. So I politely said, “So what?”
My reply must have been more abrasive than I imagined it because she smacked me. ”Don’t be a jerk. Have you ever been to one?” Continue reading »
18 Thursday Apr 2013
Posted in Miraculous Man, Trifecta Challenge
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Customer service, fiction, flash fiction, Humor, humour, Miraculous Man, short story, Wal-Mart, Walmart, Writing
Today was a horrible day for justice. I, Miraculous Man, made an inexcusable mistake. I suppose there is a first time for everything, but there should never have been a first time for this.
I was making my rounds at Wal-Mart, looking for any injustices being committed against my customer service brethren. I had almost finished my way around the track, as it’s referred to, and had yet to see any mischief afoot.
As I passed by the Garden Center, an animated discussion ensnared my attention. There seemed to be a heated exchange between a customer and an employee. The customer seemed quite agitated and was flailing his arms about while he spoke cacophonously. I made my way towards the duo so I could ascertain the situation.
13 Saturday Apr 2013
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Alchemist, blog, bloggers, blogging, Dreams, fiction, flash fiction, literature, Paulo Coelho, POST IDEAS, Trifecta, trifecta challenge, Writing, WRITING PROMPTS
So many of my fellow bloggers have been participating in the Trifecta Challenge I thought it might be interesting to try it myself. If you’re interested in the Trifecta Challenge, visit their page here.
This weekend’s challenge is as follows:
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist
So here is my first attempt at the challenge…
My bladder was going to burst from the unbelievable pressure. There was no bathroom in sight and I was surrounded by people, so I couldn’t just whip it out.
Then I woke up.
07 Thursday Mar 2013
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Darth Vader, fiction, flash fiction, Friday, Gentlemen's club, INSPIRATION, Leia, millennium falcon, POST IDEAS, postaday, short story, Star Wars, Strip club, Writing, WRITING PROMPTS
It’s that daily time again. Time for fun, mischief, and some other kind of chief I haven’t identified as of yet. Today’s prompt could be a fun one. Let me get started on my coffee and we may then have a fun adventure. Or, I could totally eff this one up. There’s only one way to find out! That’s right, come back later and read the comments first! Unfortunately, I don’t have that option so off we go!!
You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week. Continue reading »
20 Wednesday Feb 2013
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blog, blogging, Daria, fiction, flash fiction, Humor, humour, Klaus, Mummy, short story, Tea, Wednesday
Oh Mummy, what have you done now? Seriously. Why would he do this to me? Again! I swear, that saying about how mummies curse you, I think it’s true. It has to be. It is the only explanation I can think of for why every time I have the perfect plan, it is ruined! I love you Mummy, but I loathe you so much. Continue reading »
15 Friday Feb 2013
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alice in wonderland, Fan Fiction, fiction, flash fiction, Humor, humour, short story, Star Wars, star wars fan fiction, Writing
01 Friday Feb 2013
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Dr Pepper, fiction, flash fiction, Frak, Klaus, Mummy, short story, story, Tea, Writing
[Editor's Note: The following is another adventure of Mummy and Klaus, penned (typed?) by NotQuiteAlice. This is her second post in what will likely be an on-going series that she has decided she wants to post on this here weblog. I'm not quite sure why. She's so weird.]
How could it have gone wrong? I mean seriously, how did it go so wrong? I had it perfectly planned. All of my calculations were correct. Okay, I know what I didn’t factor into my calculations. Mummy. I didn’t figure out how he would factor into everything. Mental note to self, keep him away from Opium.
28 Monday Jan 2013
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blog, fiction, flash fiction, friends, friendship, Humor, humour, Klaus, making friends, Octopus, short story, Writing
[Editor's Note: Another day, another guest post. This post comes courtesy of NotQuiteAlice. She is the second Alice I've met from Wonderland and it makes me wonder (see what I did there?) just what the hell is going on down there and just how many Wonderlands there are. Thank you, Alice, for sharing your story here.]
You might think it’s a rather unusual friendship, I however see it as just right. Mr. Murphy has been most inconsiderate lately, taking out his rage upon me. So when I felt that this meeting was serendipity, fate at its finest. I was looking for the perfect fit, and it found me. Watson to Holmes; Toto to Dorothy; Spock to Kirk; Luke to Obi-Wan; C-3PO to R2D2; Pinky to Brain; Companion to Dr. Who; well you get the picture.
09 Wednesday Jan 2013
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blog, blogging, cars, Daily Post, fiction, flash fiction, Humor, humour, INSPIRATION, POST IDEAS, postaday, short story, story, Writing, WRITING PROMPTS
You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
Darkness. I was surrounded by absolute darkness. I knew not where I was nor could I recollect how I had gotten there.
“Hello?” I called. My voice echoed, but for only a second. From that I deduced that I was trapped in a tightly enclosed space.
I stretched my hands out in front of me in an effort to feel my way around. The ground seemed solid enough, but I timidly put each foot forward slowly to ensure that I wouldn’t step into some unseen abyss.
Light suddenly flooded into my corneas. I reflexively brought my arms up to shield my eyes from the blinding light. My retinas slowly expanded while adjusting to this newfound light. Eventually, when I could open my eyes without light-induced pain, I lowered my arms.
There before me stood my greatest fear. An evil so horrid that it could induce wide-spread panic among an entire population, yet so necessary that life cannot be lived without it. It loomed before me like a like a wraith on a chilling night. The light which emanated from somewhere beyond it cast a leviathan shadow that completely enveloped me. I began to tremble. I cowered and prepared myself for the coming onslaught of tears that I would soon be crying. I knew what was coming. And I hated it. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I, as always, would have to silently grin and bear it as it had its way with me.
The nozzle detached itself from the pump and placed itself neatly inside the gas tank of my car and began pumping high-octane gasoline into my car. My tears flowed like the very gasoline filling my tank. My tears flowed like the dollars being withdrawn from my bank account. I could almost see the dollars bills leaping from my wallet like a flock of children lined up on a diving board at a public swimming pool. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
It always felt surreal in the aftermath. My tank was now full, but my bank account was empty. As were my tear ducts. I felt dehydrated. What a vicious cycle. I go to work just to earn enough money to put gas back in my car.
It was then that I awoke, but the memory of the perpetrated evil that had just occurred in my subconscious remained. I was still a bit shaky from the ordeal. And that’s when it struck me.
I have to get gas today.
Fuck.
