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We were at my daughter’s house the other day and she was watching “Hollywood Medium” on TV. This is a show where a handsome young man scribbles on a notepad while visiting with celebrities about their deceased relatives.
It seems to me that people in the income bracket these actors enjoy could afford someone a step above “Medium.” Why settle for average, or middle-of-the-road when you could order a “Supreme?”
If I was going to the time, trouble, and expense of hiring a psychic, I’d at least try to get one who could provide me the winning numbers for the next Mega-Millions Jackpot.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our wave-swept leader (who writes to her invisible friend, “Friday,” on Wednesdays) is Robin Crusoe Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood…
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Kawanee was about 3 miles from the flooding when she wrote this.
I’m still alive, taking a break from being online after getting all the online stores working(ish). And now we are flooding. Isn’t that cool? No… it’s not.
So this is what our river is supposed to look like:
And this is what it looked like last week…
The walls are underwater… well you can see the top of them. We are having record flooding. The river is at 44 ft, flood stage is 32 ft (I think) but I know we just broke the record set in 1943… *yay us?*
This is Monday… and all traces of the walls are gone. It’s come up more since then…
The steps down to the water on Monday
and the same spot today.
Forecasted to come up another few feet before it’s all over, supposedly Sunday. I am not in any danger, it’s about 3 miles from me. I think even…
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First, a tale of fighting demons told by Tallis Steelyard. Next, a book of adventures by Jim Webster on offer.
Obviously as one’s fame grows, it’s inevitable that one will find oneself in greater demand. This I had been promised by my elders. Yet I confess that this fame seemed to take a long time to come. Admittedly Port Naain is a large city with any number of poets, some of whom are perhaps my equals. And yet, I always struggled to find patrons. Indeed I found that those patrons I had valued my abilities as a master of ceremonies, able to maintain order in their soirees, keeping the musicians sober, the singers chaste and everybody appearing in approximately the correct order. The fact that I could engage in witty banter, produce amusing verse when needed and could hold a room spellbound with my stories and verses was merely a useful bonus.
Still, I did get offers of work, in Partann of all places. This area lies to the south of the city; the populace is rustic and unsophisticated. Indeed the…
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First, a humorous tale by Tallis Steelyard about judging suiters. Next, two entertaining books on offer by Jim Webster.
“Gentlemen behaving badly”
– by Jim Webster
The blame for this whole sad episode I lay most firmly at the feet of Mutya Ardlevice, daughter of Calthrop Ardlevice. Old Calthrop himself was a usurer, a man of substance, one of the wealthiest and most respected men of business in Port Naain. He was universally known as Ballplein from his habit of messing about with mechanical contraptions in his leisure time. The name came from his bald pate being considered remarkably similar to the hammer he tended to carry. His wife, known to everybody, (including, apparently, her husband) as Madam Ardlevice, was a patron of mine.
Young Mistress Mutya was a delightful child who grew up to become an attractive young woman. The presence of two younger brothers ensured that she was prized rather than spoiled. As is the way, she had many close friends amongst the young ladies of her…
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Photo Copyright: Susan Eames
Here we are again and this week we’re gathered by an island beach under palm trees. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Susan Eames. Thanks, Susan. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling blue frog. Next, follow the given directions. The link for this week’s stories is as follows:
Genre: Humor Fiction
Word Count: 98 Words
Mistaken Identity by P.S. Joshi
A British friend and I walked to the beach from our swank hotel in Tahiti. Our companies had sent us on business. The waves lapped the beach in rhythm to a gentle breeze.
Overhead was a tanned man in surfer shorts perched in a palm tree, his cell phone to his ear.
Reg frowned. “Lazy native bugger,” he mumbled.
“Boy, bring us some drinks,” he shouted.
The man swung down, grinned, and extended his hand. “Bill Martin here,” he said in a clipped U.K. accent.
“Sorry, I missed what you said. I was on an important business call.”
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Growing up, I couldn’t get enough of dinosaurs. Dinosaur pillows, dinosaur socks, dinosaur movies, and of course, dinosaur books! Lots of dinosaur books!
I don’t think things have changed much. Children still love dinosaurs, and many own at least one all-time favorite dinosaur book!
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A beautiful and timelessly illustrated children’s bedtime story, the book is composed of dinosaurs in familiar bedtime scenes. It’s a quick read and the perfect book to help…
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The pursuits of Sue and her son Nick in house and garden repair.
The past week or so has seen me messing about in ponds every day, which is odd, as I don’t have a pond. My son, however, does and, like the rest of his garden, that has been largely my domain for the past eight years, ever since he bought the house. At that time, we gutted the place, inside and out, turning a bland and boring bungalow with a tired, mildewed garden into a bachelor pad to be proud of…and one that worked with my son’s physical challenges to allow him to live as independently as possible.
Back then, the brain injury was a recent thing; the resulting physical problems were still both raw and acute… and yet to be overcome. His focus at that time was still firmly on attaining a complete recovery, whatever the official prognosis had to say, and for several years, Nick’s home was no more…
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The government pretends not to notice the taxes undocumented aliens pay to them. Donald Trump & Family have hired some of the people to work for them.
There are at least a few episodes in the history of the United States of which we are, or at least should be, deeply ashamed. Slavery, our treatment of Native Americans, Jim Crow, Japanese internment camps, Hiroshima & Nagasaki, My Lai, and others. One of those moments occurred eighty years ago today, when the United States government refused to allow the S.S. St. Louis, carrying more than 900 Jewish refugees from Germany, to dock on its shores. Some passengers attempted to cable President Franklin D. Roosevelt asking for refuge, but he never responded. A State Department telegram stated that the asylum-seekers must “await their turns on the waiting list and qualify for and obtain immigration visas before they may be admissible into the United States.”
The ship turned to Canada, but with no luck there either was ultimately forced to turn back to Europe. Ultimately, 254 of the more than…
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