The Rescue for Blogophilia 8.7

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Me and Steve were just hanging around. No school for us, both kicked out.

The bridge was old, crumbling and rusted. What little of it survived the conflagration two years ago so I placed my feet on what solid footing I could find. Didn’t wanna get thrown into the river beneath.

I glanced at Steve to see if he had found anything interesting. “What’s that red thing down below?” A feeling of apprehension hooked me in the gut.

“Geeze it’s a kid. The current is pulling him under.”

“He’s too little to over power it and it looks like  his big rubber ball bobbing in the other direction.”

“He musta tripped and fell.”

“Yep the end of the pier probably collapsed.”

We were good swimmers so we jumped into the water. Man it was cold.

Steve captured the kid, gripping the boy by his coat. We managed to haul him to dry land.

“James, are you okay?” Are you okay James?”

I coughed up sludge and slime grimacing at the sour taste of the filthy liquid. “Yeah I’ll live.”

Steve called 911. While we waited for the ambulance we leaned against the abutment and caught our breath. The child sat on the ground matching me cough for cough. He would be fine.

 

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Written for
Blogophilia Week 8.7 Topic: Hooked on a Feeling
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 points) Incorporate echolalia (echo-like repetition of another’s words)
(Easy, 1 point) Include a conflagration
 

 

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Togetherness

this seems to be addictive – am doing it again

Hope it’s not too “off the wall”

 

 

Answer the question - Do you see her much?

in 42 words exactly

 Hand in hand she is always by my side. Never far from reach. When I cry, she cries. If I sleep she kicks me. It would be nice to be free and crawl away. Or so I imagine.
Co-joined twins, Mother frowns.

 

 

 

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Splishing ‘n’ Splashing

I had so much fun last time with this group – am doing it again

And maybe got the badge right this week?

 

 

Answer the question - Who dunnit?

in 42 words exactly

 Crash!

Mother rushes from the kitchen to the family room where the three year old twins, Jenny and Joey, had been abnormally quiet.

She glares at the crying kids, milk dribbling off their chins, forming puddles on the heirloom carpet.

“Who dunnit?”

 I didn’t answer the question…

 

 

 

 

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Gargleblaster for blogophilia Week 7.7

 

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As some of you may know I love to write flash fiction. Flash fiction is a style of fictional literature or fiction of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. Some self-described markets for flash fiction impose caps as low as three hundred words, while others consider stories as long as a thousand words to be flash fiction.

The Drabble (stories of 100 words) is my preferred style.

Recently through a friend I participated in a writing challenge called Garbleblaster. I have no idea why it is called that. Prior to this I participated in a 38 word challenge through the same friend who loves the ride and buys the tickets.

We had to write 33 words plus the last mandatory line for a total of 38 words.

I wrote:

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He looped the rope around her wrists.

“I trust you but what is the knife for?”

“You said you love me. I am demonstrating my devotion.”

“That wasn’t what I meant.”

Last week I wrote this for my first garbleblaster

Answer the question – What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?

Mostly we live mundane lives, free of excitement so we vicariously experience what our world lacks by looking to the stars: music stars, movie stars, media stars .It matters not. Envy motivated we reach out to the infamous. We watch and dream.

The group posting on that site comprise very talented writers The experience left me slightly past tipsy as if I had eaten an entire machine full of sweet snacks. Frankly even though Blogophilia came out Sunday and even though I’m participating in the A-Z Challenge I couldn’t resist another Garbleblaster. It’s an addiction. I have no control. These challenges are a learning experience and As long as I’m learning something, I figure I’m OK – it’s a decent day.

Today’s challenge Answer the question - Who dunnit?

 Crash!

Mother rushes from the kitchen to the family room where the three year old twins, Jenny and Joey, had been abnormally quiet.

She glares at the crying kids, milk dribbling off their chins, puddles forming on the heirloom carpet.

“Who dunnit?”

hmm I didn’t answer the question.

That’s it. I’m outa here. Oh wait did I just see another writing challenge? I’d better go check it out….

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Written for
Blogophilia Week 7.7 Topic: Slightly Past Tipsy
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 points) Quote Hunter Thompson
(Easy, 1 point) Incorporate a snack machine

 

 

 

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Disappointed

I assumed a plethora of people would comment when I posted a give-away for my book, The Bench, poetry and very short fiction.

One person responded.

I find it hard to believe that no one was interested in signing up for a free copy of the book. A beautiful expensive paperback.

I guess that’s what happens when one assumes.

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Ambulance for Blogophilia 6.7

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On the other side of my eyelids buzzed the yellow glow of emergency lights, but it was not yet time to wake up and have to face the doctors’ questions.

A couple of kids hiking found me after I was attacked by  a four legged grey animal with big teeth and a bushy curled tail. They  called for an ambulance. I didn’t know what was going on and just lay on the ground dazed. It was too dark for them to realize my body’s components  differed significantly from theirs.

My parents warned me not to wander away.  They had visited here before but this was my first trip. While they  had taught me the language and something about the culture  I still did not know what to expect.

But I did wander off.  I left the area my parents were exploring; the wild called to me and I skipped away. Curiosity enticed me. And I got lost.

Gazing at home to the left of Earth’s moon fascinated me. I was rooted to the spot, not paying attention to the life forms around me. Therefore I didn’t see the animal rushing towards me until I realised I was on the ground and hurt.

The ambulance people didn’t examine me carefully, they simply  packed me onto the table and into the vehicle.

But I knew the doctors would notice my differences. I was paralyzed with fear.

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written for
flash Friday
and Blogophilia Week 6.7 Topic: She/He Left
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 points)  Use a headline from 1903
call of the wild by jack london published in 1903
(Easy, 1 point)  Include your favorite character from Gilligan’s Island (skip)
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Excitement

flash fiction! I couldn’t resist

but I can’t figure out how to get the badge in here.

 

 

 

Anyway

 

Answer the question – What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?

in 42 words exactly

 

Mostly we live mundane lives, free of excitement so we vicariously experience what our world lacks by looking to the stars: music stars, movie stars, media stars .It matters not. Envy motivated we reach out to the infamous. We watch and dream.

 

(thank you for telling me about the badge – I did not know)

 

 

 

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