This Sunday Lelia Allison has chosen a story by a regular contributor and friend of the site – James Hanna and well and his Dad I guess – this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Time My Dad Chewed out a Cop by James Hanna”
This Sunday Lelia Allison has chosen a story by a regular contributor and friend of the site – James Hanna and well and his Dad I guess – this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Reruns – The Time My Dad Chewed out a Cop by James Hanna”
Here we are at Week 216.
The weeks are fair flying by. This time tomorrow it will be a fortnight on Monday!
I looked for something interesting about the number 216 and I found that it was a Harsad Number. I checked that out and wish I hadn’t, don’t look folks, it really isn’t worth it!
Continue reading “Week 216 – Pub Discussions, Headlines And Funny Tasting Orange Juice.”
Mr. Johnson watched as the class shuffled in lethargically, their enthusiasm tempered by the warm spring weather and impending commencement ceremonies.
Mother is sitting on her sofa peeling a satsuma or clementine, or some other small, orange citrus fruit. She has removed the skin in small, finger nail-sized pieces, and is now carefully removing quivering strands of pith, and placing them with precision next to the teetering pile of skin on the arm of the sofa. I will be clearing them off later.
They said I could go anywhere, so long as my blood was there first. In hindsight, I really should have questioned the deal, but I wanted to travel, and they were handing me a key to the world, no flight reservations required.
From a prompt by Sari K Continue reading “Loose Lips by Steve Sibra”
Sharon Frame Gay has sent in a couple of suggestions for Reruns. The first is by Leila and this is what she said:
Continue reading “Literally Re-runs – Blessed are the Little Things by Leila Allison”
Unknown assailant shoots owner inside Bronx Bodega
Girl killed by alligator in Florida
Gaga reigns supreme on Golden Globes Red Carpet
Man releases giant rat inside a NJ McDonald’s
Winter storm warning for most of Northeast. 2 feet of snow predicted for NYC.
She both loved and hated her room, as she would have an overbearing mother.
I was chosen to write the history of the survivors of the destruction of earth that happened hundreds of years ago. First, a few of us escaped by rocket to the planet of the Azari people for what seemed like three earth years based on the amount that we aged, but we may have been aging faster on a planet that does not match our biological cycles. We can’t be certain. Our atomic clock either broke or was sabotaged, so we could not judge the passage of time. It didn’t help that Azari was illuminated somehow so it was never dark and the temperature was generated internally and remained consistent. I might not have survived it if I didn’t have Sapphire Hendrix, the companion that I had met during the planning for escape from a doomed earth.
Continue reading “Living La Vida Extraterrestrial by Douglas Hawley”