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Maelstrom

Maelstrom
A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

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55 - Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle, little star,
made of petroleum, you are.
Up above my bed, so high
like little night lights in the sky.
When the other lights are gone
and nothing I can gaze upon,
then I see your tiny light,
and constellations placed just right.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
Indoor skies are best by far!


 

About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

55 - Let It Snow!

The weather outside is frightful.
In the kitchen it's delightful.
I've got a pan full of cookie dough...
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

The aroma is quite enticing,
as I decorate each with icing,
then line them all up in a row...
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!



About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Word Verification

I don't know when Blogger quit making wordver a universal setting, but I never got the memo. I've received a lot of spam over the years, often on my most sensitive, heart-felt blog posts, which is why even though I hate wordver as much as anyone, I've had it turned on. Recent complaints made me wonder if maybe something was different at Blogger, and it is. Wordver is no longer a setting that applies to all of one's blogs, but can be set individually. I have therefore removed it from some of my blogs, while leaving it on others. If I start spending a lot of time doing spam cleanup, though, it's going back on all of them. Hopefully that won't have to happen. I'll probably also turn it on when I go on vacation or on a business trip, when my time to deal with spam is even more limited thanit already is. In the meantime, I'll hope to get lucky this time and stay under the radar.

Updated to note that I've already received my first spam. It took only an hour. Joy.

Second update: Three more in 1.5 hours since previous update. Wordver is going back ON. Sorry, folks, but I don't have time to deal with this.

Eventful

Water drips.
Heart beats.
Breathe in...out.

A hum of passing traffic.

Thoughts flit:
 * what to eat?
 * what to wear?
 * should I cut my hair?

Airplane passes overhead;
busy people 
on their way to destinations,
rapidly.

Cat walks in on silent feet,
flicks her tail.
Outside, an acorn drops;
a squirrel spies a meal.

Heart beats.
Breathe out...in.
Cells rush through tiny veins,
delivering precious cargo.

Far away, the locomotive
makes its lonesome call.
Crossing lights blink madly.
Drivers curse.

Breathe in...out.

Water drips.
 * Can I fix it?
 * Call the plumber?
 * Does he work on Sunday?

Cat sits down beside me,
calm.
Is she also busy
on the inside?

Oh, quiet peaceful morning,
you are a multitude.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


55 - Flirt

Hello, lovely lady! I'm a pretty bird. Aren't my feathers fine? Let me get a little closer. I'm a pretty bird. I love you.

Oh, wait - who's heading this way? Fine lady, aren't I a pretty bird? Let me get down off this person, sit upon your shoulder. Aren't I pretty? I love you.











About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Rip Tide

Three times I reach my hand.
Three times you let me go.
Deliberately.
With intent.

Rip tide has you.

If I dove into your current,
Lived your death,
Shared your fate,
Would that help?

Rip tide wants me, too.

So I stay here, grounded,
while you're carried out to sea,
rejecting every rescue.
Unmoored.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

55 - Bunny-Head

She found a rabbit on her head.
Thoughts of doots filled her with dread.
She wondered what it should be fed,
perhaps a bit of whole wheat bread?

She must take action; that was clear,
one cannot go about in fear.
Get down bunny, be a dear,
you're not a hat; get out of here.













About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Cat and Mouse

Silent feet,
busy mind,
alert to tiny clues;
the steady drip of
life-fluid:
wounded prey

Gather this bitter harvest.
We are here to catch a mouse
or perhaps a rat.

Scurryings in secret places,
whisper of a scent.
No more waiting by the door
for scraps,
perfunctory caresses,
handouts.

We are engaged in epic battle.

Quietly.

Where will we go next?
There is no place to hide.
Who forgot to bell the cat?
You did. You did. You did.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

Between Us

We feast on our illusions
at empty tables,
imagining pure sunshine
by the light of manufactured flame.

This thing we have between us
is fluffy confection of sugar and air.
This thing that comes between us
is the fracture we ignore.

Don't take away my fantasy.
Close your eyes,
make a wish,
but don't blow out the candles.
 
I ate a piece of my soul today,
drizzled with butter and honey.
It was delicious.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.