My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Tiffaneigh wanted to write her memoirs, but worried her life didn’t include enough wonderment to make for compelling reading. If she was only a secret agent, spying on nefarious hooligans, creating dossiers detailing their shenanigans and devilry for black suits at the Fed. There was the infamous, 1992 softball scandal. Cici Parson missed second on her … Continue reading Second base
Marriage counseling was not going well. Terrance and Leslie O’Shay, newlyweds of only four weeks, were headed for a breakup, but now, they were at an impasse. Leslie had stopped talking. Every question from their therapist, Becca Dawson, LMFT, was met with Leslie furiously shaking her head. “Why don’t we stop here for today,” Becca said. … Continue reading Wish stick therapy
There is an urban legend about Ernest Hemingway that goes something like: Papa was once challenged to write a six-word story. He penned… “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” I say urban legend, because there really isn’t any proof that said flash-fiction was actually penned by Hemingway. Similar accounts even predate his account. It is a … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Memoir
Huge tangles of black and orange hung in the trees, quivering with anticipation. Each butterfly’s beat of rice-paper thin mosaic wings, stirred the air, wafting perfume from it flowery perch. Mesmerized, Jorja sat beneath a kaleidoscope of butterflies, watching as a single monarch flitted from the rabble to settle on another swarm. Her mother, Laurie, … Continue reading Grampa butterfly
What kind of future can he have? What kind of future does he want? To go to college, get a good job, find a nice girl, get married, settle down, have a family. Is that the future he wants or the one you want for him? What does that even mean? What’s wrong with wanting … Continue reading On the horizon
In the late 50s, 60s and 70s, we had some really cool stuff. My generation was the first to have boom boxes and Pop Rocks, roller blades, Sony Walkman, Pong and Star Wars. I can remember with great clarity where I was when Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon. We had the original Boy … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Future
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