I enjoyed reading this and envisioning Andy's well-received stand up comedy act. This is a blast from my past and most likely anyone's past. Moments like this lightened the school academic atmosphere. Why do we perceive the serious, the pompous as objects to ridicule? Right... they seem to ask for it. The dialogue is believable and couched in reality. Thanks for the laughs. Oh, and happy account anniversary.
I was singing your unique lyrics not just reading them. I know I am but another reviewer of this parody, but please accept my praise. This is hilarious! You are quite talented and obviously a big bovine fan, not that I am implying you are a cow. Now when I hear the familiar notes of the original I shall remember these words. That opening stanza is a classic. Who can relate to "the smell of manure wafting up through the grass"? Where I reside farmers love to reuse this manure and in the spring they spread it liberally in their fields. We refer to it as muck-spreading. Thanks for the laughter and the real imagery. Happy account anniversary.
I've experienced this where I live. Especially in the winter we endure road closures and then need to find alternate routes. Yes, sigh, GPS is not always the answer and is sometimes the very big problem. I do not however understand the drivers that claim they were led down boat ramps and into the water. GPS needs to be monitored and taken with a dose of road salt. Thanks for the laughs.
I am a parent and I have experienced that heart-pounding panic believing my child was in danger. Like this couple discovered a parent can never completely relax. I noticed a few typos sprinkled here and there. Sylvia is misspelled or is it mistyped. You wrote to the given prompt. Happy account anniversary.
This piece of writing reflects the haunting, the what ifs of a close family member's suicide. There are so many unanswered questions and recriminations. Is fifteen years post-suicide really enough time to grieve and possibly accept? Will there ever be explanations? I suppose there will forever be the before and the after.The might have beens must be particularly painful.You have written a thoughtful piece. Happy account anniversary.
Now this woman, Gloria has chocolate on the brain. It seems to consume her every thought with its tempting ways. She cannot even process a request from a potential customer. Wow, twenty pounds of fudge seems indulgent even for an addict. Gloria has become her own best consumer. You have captured the essence of the prompt. You have created a character with an intense focus, an obsession. Happy account anniversary.
I have never known the misery of a migraine, but my daughter lives with them. She too dreads the return of the raging pain and welcomes the return to normalcy. You do a great job here describing the intensity of a migraine and you manage to do so with a rhyme scheme. Your final stanza sums up your beliefs. If only you could re-live your life migraine-free. If only the demon could be reasoned with, or banished. I hope for you less migraines, less intense headaches. Happy account anniversary.
You certainly describe a very busy brain that keeps you writing. I like that you accept what happens to you and you use it as writing fodder. There is so much to explore and attempt to understand. Observations appeal to you. Good luck with your plans for scripts. Those many goals should keep you creating. Happy account anniversary.
This is a sweet short story. Grandmas will do almost anything to hear the giggles of their grandchildren. A child appreciates the one-on-one attention of a play session and the sillier, the better. You created a delight with the given prompt words. Books will always await our return, but the children grow up too quickly.
Ah, to have and live up to the surname of Putzworth. You would believe a forward thinker, an inventor extraordinaire toiling in the garage of the police force would be beneficial. Have Weight Watchers worldwide been informed of the hologram doughnut? If only the constant shimmering image of something delectable was enough to squelch cravings. Now I envision a bouncing cop car bopping amongst city traffic, climbing ever higher with each bit of contact. Happy account anniversary.
I like the premise, the concept of your blog. You are seemingly writing notes to yourself and as such the topics are random. While immersed with the intricacies of boiled eggs you ponder the written word. I agree, it's not always "effortless" to create something that relies upon a string of words. Sure. Why not? The cosmetic industry attracts artists. Practising anything of beauty requires a desire, a curiosity, a vision if you will. Your vivid dream-of-direction caused me to chuckle. Do not disparage the messenger. Motivation will find a way even if it comes in the form of a celebrity with mismatched eye colour. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
With the size of your family you possess a plethora of story material and this is but one sample. I did chuckle at the misconceptions spawned by that questionable coat. I cannot imagine being mistaken for a stripper or an itinerant worker. Apparently your spouse did not like this either. I like your easy and funny writing style. How bizarre that you wished the coat to be gone, but now it will be sheltered as " a family heirloom of sorts." It has managed to save itself. Happy account anniversary.
Well, I must admit I did not expect that sudden, violent ending. Yes, the fortune teller's refusal to offer up a reading did ring some alarm bells. Ding. Ding. Ominous music crescendoing. Foreshadowing big time. Sometimes, this is how fate plays out. Fun one minute and death the next. Happy account anniversary.
Well, what can I say? I cannot say I like this, not in the traditional sense. I do not like your feelings of loss and blinding grief. Your pain is not something I admire. Your descriptions are bleak and drip with inconsolable aching. But that is the price we pay for loving someone, isn't it? That's what I read somewhere and I suppose it's true. If your purpose was to spread some of the discomfort and that is a weak word, you have succeeded. Acknowledging someone else's pain is not a comfortable exercise, is it? Loss is irreconcilable. As for your writing it is clear and concise. There's no doubt about your feelings. Happy account anniversary.
This is cute and does read as something a three-year old would think. At that age a child does not fully understand what growing older and bigger really means. They mimic adults and believe those big people have wonderful lives. Adults seem to have no rules and no one bossing them around. That final sentence sums up a child's predicament. There are limitations. I suggest you recognize that the word too is the correct one for "mad too long" and "seems way too hard". Happy account anniversary.
Well, you succeeded. This is scary and had me on the edge of my chair. There is suspense because I have no idea what Beth is running from. It does leave carnage in its wake. I believe there are issues with the verb tenses in this story. You begin in the present tense, the here and now, but it wavers. Writing in the present tense creates an immediacy, an urgency for this horror story. Each crashing sound she makes she cringes knowing it has to have heard her. Her steps quicken. I suggest making that sentence in which Beth rediscovers the path into two separate entities. "Her steps quicken as her feet hit the smooth dirt path. Though it's darker now she sees something up ahead on the edge of the path." Beth is moving quickly and she is frightened, so shorter sentences will accentuate this. "She realizes she has stopped." May I propose that you find a substitute word for cringe in your final statement. You have already used it elsewhere in this tale. This story could simply end where it does and leave the rest to the imagination of the reader. Is Beth's death inevitable? You could also add another chapter. Of course that is up to you. May I suggest using the five senses more to describe what Beth is feeling and to further illustrate her surroundings. What is a feeling of hope? What is "terror overcoming her"? Happy account anniversary.
Well, what can I say? This was a different story. Not all of them require a happy ending. I like your writing style. You lean towards the understated. You grabbed my attention from the beginning with that first sentence. I laughed at the suggestion that a forty-two year old father escaped into the gloom of an eighteen-year old blonde's arms. Abigail seems to have been thoroughly ugly inside and out. Does an ugly young woman deserve an ugly death? I suppose beautiful people wouldn't bother to be pot-hole fillers. Happy account anniversary.
You describe heightened senses piqued by grief. The sunlight seems brighter and intrusive. It does not care that a beloved someone has died. The ticking of the clock is not only incessant but a reminder that time continues. Grief is intense and personal. I can relate to the flurry of memories that appear whenever they wish. This seems like part of a longer piece, or the beginning of something more. Happy account anniversary.
The understatement of an ending made me laugh. This magic ring will most likely be an unwanted gift. This is an amusing and clever story. Kudos for utilizing the prompt and creating this flash fiction piece. It is not easy to present an entire tale with a limited word count , yet you succeeded.
Ah, if only this was possible, to travel back in time. Who does not have moments, decisions, actions that they regret and wish they could do over? Good ol' hindsight is useless. Well, perhaps it provides a teaching moment, reflection and inner growth? Groundhog Day and its concept of repetition unthwarted would be tedious. I am grateful that as far as I am aware no professor ever changed time. Clever writing!
This is an amusing read. Are you thinking I know, I know? Sometimes, there are simply no words and we repeat ourselves. The it's too late scenario plays out 'cause we have set things in motion. Regret is useless and solves nothing. Who can resist a button that is practically begging to be pressed. What is the worst that can happen? Marcus and Wallace now know the answer to that question. Also no one likes the I told you person. Thanks for the laughs.
This is a wonderful poem lauding friendship. When any of us meet that person special enough to be a friend we have hit the jackpot. Nobody is like a friend. The support is priceless. I believe we all deserve friendship and all it has to offer. True friends see the best of us. This poem has an easy
pleasing rhyme. I see no spelling errors or grammatical issues.Thank you for sharing and happy account anniversary.
This is a clever, unique and fun birth announcement. Obviously, you are thrilled, but I cannot write you are tickled pink. Tickled blue? I laughed at the final line of your personal limerick."My ego is expanding its girth." Congratulations Grandpa! Grandkids are the best. I have four grandgiggles...all of the female persuasion. Happy account anniversary.
Well, you lay it all out here. You became a doctor , but do not always enjoy the predicaments of your chosen specialty. I would think any and all of the different doctors feel the same way. There are rewards, downsides and sacrifices. I think surgeons must be great handypersons and carpenters. They are skilled with tools.Pediatricians are appreciated by worried parents. Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
Yes, what is revealed in passing cars? As you write " expressions flash". Sometimes we catch a glimpse in a split second of strangers concentrating on driving and thinking of their destination. That preoccupation is often intense and a laser focus. I believe that is what causes some accidents."Dark and mysterious" sums it up. This compact rhyming poem has me thinking. Where are the drivers going? What are they feeling? Thanks for sharing and happy account anniversary.
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