Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in! Procedure for Reporting Unauthorized, Illegally Parked, or…
The walk of shame refers to a situation in which a person must walk past strangers or peers alone for an embarrassing reason before reaching a place of privacy. Most commonly, it occurs the morning after a night out at a bar, nightclub, or party. – The Walk of Shame I over indulged a little…
Some of the qualities I bring to work.
I bought my boots after the divorce was final. I went in to buy boots. I bought my boots 50% off at an already discount shoe store. I fell immediately in love. My totally-not-me, brand new, made-for-walking boots. I used to make fun of my sister for wearing cowboy boots. She at least listens to country…
I wish I were a little bar of soap. Not the song. I wish I were a little bar of soap. Stop the singing. It’s rather self destructive to wish to be a bar of soap. A bar of soap only gets smaller before it ceases to be. A bar of soap first loses its square feel, then…
Spring Break rocked my socks off, but now it’s time to serve up a lollipop with another one of these little ditties.
I have no bones about trying another cliché story. I’ve got another one on the tip of my tongue, so put your feet up and stay a while.
I watch the news. Every day. I really actually do. I get in some CNN and some CBS. I read some ABC and some Atlanta Journal Constitution. I don’t expect to be enlightened. I expect noise. I get noise. When I want something thought provoking I read The New York Times, listen to NPR, or…
This Is My Corn 