Karen, left: “Doesn’t this make you feel pretty and special?” Archie, right: “Those aren’t quite the two words I would use. Can you explain to me again why we’re wearing these things on our faces?” Karen: “Silly, I already told you. Noses are no longer fashionable.” Archie: “How […]
Hey, Folks. This week’s writing prompt will be (relatively) short and nostalgically sweet. Your Mission: Create a string of dialogue or a voice-over (think “documentary monotone”, observing wildlife in the Kalahari ) to explain what might be transpiring in this photo. Some background details that might give you […]
Hey, Folks. This week’s writing prompt will be short and sweet, mainly because some of you are still wondering “what the hell was that blue thing you posted for last week’s challenge?” I’ll get to that in a moment, promise, but we first need to address the fresh […]
Mabel was quite disappointed to learn that her gentleman caller was only here to spray for termites… Previously published.
This meeting of the Official Congressional Committee on the Reproductive Rights of Women is now in session… Previously published.
And so it was that we returned from our last sojourn in Spain, and I was presented with the above tableau in the backyard. I initially thought that I might be experiencing some hallucinatory form of jetlag, so I patiently waited for my vision to clear so the […]
Note: I am currently participating in National Novel Writing Month, which runs through the end of November. Despite the valid and understandable assumption that some of you may run screaming away from this pronouncement, please continue. There could be some nuggets here you might appreciate. This is my […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware hit a button on her phone and slipped it into one of her designer, gin-scented pockets, then turned to her friend, Plexi Glass, and her lover, Tinted Glass. “Okay, here’s the deal. Apparently, the only way […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware turned her attention from her phone to her friend Plexi Glass, who was semi-consoling her undead husband, Tinted, as they crouched on opposite sides of the iron bars of a wine cellar/impromptu prison. “I’m on hold […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Plexi Glass and Tupper Ware were in the cobwebby basement of Plexi’s massive abode, standing in front of the gated wine cellar wherein Plexi’s undead husband was being held against his undead will. Tinted Glass, the Lazarus-esque husband, […]