Note: This is an older post that I dug out of the archives, not because we are about to be leaving on a jet plane, but because we are in the midst of finalizing plans for another Spanish jaunt next June. I thought it would be interesting to […]
This week’s story prompt is wide open, with many possibilities. Where are we going? Where did we come from? Am I wearing the right outfit? Do I have enough money to pay for what’s about to happen? Why are there no other people here? Are we in trouble? […]
Dear Person Looking at Me, I need your help. I don’t remember what I did to end up in this situation. But somebody told me you could write a little story in the comments about how I got here. It would sure be swell if you could. Because […]
1. You wake up with a hangover even though you had nothing to drink the night before. It’s a fascinating biological phenomenon. Your head hurts, your mouth is dry and there’s a weird bruise in a surprising place. It takes all the strength you have just to reach […]
This is where it happened. Well, I didn’t have any definitive proof at the time to back up my assertion, and I would continue to not have any proof until well after the violation had been “resolved”, because people hide things and are not forthcoming, but my gut […]
For this week’s edition, I promise to keep things as wordless as possible. (I have instructed Cleo the Cat to pounce on the keyboard, should I get too exuberant. She just looked at me and walked away, so that plan may not prove quite feasible.) All I will […]
Your mission, should you accept: Write a caption for this photo. Since this is Bonnywood, absurdity and randomness should be key elements in your prose. Ready? Go! Wait, no, don’t just click like and go on with your life. Write something. You know you have it in you. […]
Since yet another heat advisory has been issued in the DFW area for the rest of the week (heat index is expected to be between 105-110), I though it was time to pull this one out of the archives… 1. The inability to think. It’s hard to concentrate […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… As our plane lifted off, bound for JFK in New York, I tried to settle in and relax. Initially, this was not easy to do, partly because I’m not a fan of flying but mostly because my crotch […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… We approached the ticketing agent’s little counter with two different attitudes. I was filled with trepidation, clutching as I was a passport that had been marked with a scarlet-letter sticker by the evil Delta line monitor/dream crusher. Partner […]
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