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Garbage Man Meets Garbage Bag Lady Continues...

It happened at Rump's Bar one Friday night...

Poor dame was a hot, sweaty mess, like she's trying to make weight. I’d rung her bell, but she’d already lost the fight. Nerves even spilled her drink. Glad she dressed in low-density polyethylene. Snort. Chortle. Fart. She leered, like a jet. I bellowed, “Barkeep! A mop, if you please!” realizing I’d slipped in her saintly puddle of sin. “Names are inconsequential,” I hushed then...Read On

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Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags

Head throbbing I open my eyes. "Why am I still in the bar?" I remember ordering a few non-virgin Hannahs. The table in front of me is covered in cocktail umbrellas. I look down aware that I am wearing an "outfit" made entirely of cocktail umbrellas. It gets worse. I notice the "exercise" pole has several umbrellas stuck to it. "Oh god, what happened?" I risk a furtive look around the...Read On

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Dance of flies

they came and danced

What did I  see first . It was the flies, as they danced in the pools of blood. Nurses hurry about they are the final hope for the wounded .  And the flies wait to start the dance once more. As foolish children we played war.  Funny as I think back there was no flies.  Maybe the flies knew  playing war  brings  no blood. Each hour each day blood spilled pooling on the floor.  And each day...Read On

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Garbage Bag Lady Meets Garbage Man

garbage bag lady’s response...

He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago.  “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French plait. His muddy eyes widened, mouth flapping semi seductively, trying to formulate an answer.  I tipped the appletini onto my plastic covered lap, hooking my ankles together to avoid spillage in...Read On

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Barfight

A rude awakening

Todd awoke on his back in a puddle of beer and broken glass with his ears ringing and his vision blurred. He laid still, watched the ceiling fan spin lazily without seeing it, and thought about nothing. A few seconds passed and he sat up. He closed his eyes tight and waited for the room to stop sliding around, the colors to stop smearing. Finally, his eyes came open, focused, and looked...Read On

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Garbage Man Meets Garbage Bag Lady

It happened at Rump's Bar one Friday night...

Rump’s was packed. Libations for everybody. Sanitation engineer by trade. She's dressed by Glad. Green. I needed to know. I had barkeep Rump send over an appletini. She glanced my way. I sashayed over, rocking shoulders with exuberant jazz hands. Sexy. Irresistable. I know. “Expecting rain?” I snorted the obvious opener, and then wiped the chortle-propelled mucus from my upper lip. ...Read On

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Never to be

You take my breath away

Hanahaki Disease  ( 花吐き病  (Japanese);  하나하키병  (Korean);  花吐病  (Chinese)) is a fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear. The trope was popularized in East Asian fandoms (Korean, Japanese,...Read On

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Angela's Bust

Angela likes playing games but, when she plays with murder, the stakes could not be higher.

Bishop’s Lounge was busy and loud and blue with smoke. I sat by myself back in a dark corner booth, contributing my share of smoke and watching Angela. She had come in with a group of work friends and they sat at one of the tables chattering and drinking wine but she seemed distracted and kept looking over at the bar. She had on a black dress to match her black bob. There was also a black...Read On

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Realization

Every soul is living a life as vivid and as complex as my own.

  There is an infinitesimal line between love and hate. Sacred dreaming, and restless sleeping. The kinds of things that keep you thinking. First hint of day glows through the blind or window shade. When eyelids open, they again open to this world of hostilities.   Sometimes this never-ending place, filled with tragedy... ...makes anyone want to die in the battle. Walking outside, I...Read On

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Inhuman Beings

And they began to develop a strange faculty. They flew and flew for years hungry for new sources and new challenges. They created a new world, with new laws that later also changed. They annihilated their young and returned to the inhospitable places of the forest. They also learned to break the hard bark of the giant trees, in which tiny talking beings were hiding. They managed to...Read On

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The Italian Model

The object of lust.

I enter the crowded room but see only one.   Her small frame  is dressed in red and black with just a splash of silver. Her  presence dominates the room but motions only to me."    As I approach, I sense her passion and move beside her. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I feel her respond with warmth. I hear a whisper of contentment, then a request.   "Let's go."   We quietly...Read On

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Loss of a life

How most people with incredible talents go unnoticed and are abused by others for being different

I dreamt a lot that night. My mind was recalling all the actions that took place today and would not let me sleep. I was just too thoughtful and curious about why these projections have appeared.  One particular had frozen me in place, with fear and disappointment, since I knew why I was here. I remembered. After all these years. It was where I first met her, next to my locker. Mine was...Read On

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Black Dog - Chapter 2

Imogen Lockwood is anxious as she attends her own funeral.

Great soft snowdrifts of white roses filled the church. It looked more like a wedding than a funeral, made worse by the fact that on the morning of the big day, Imogen had found her clothes transformed into a wedding dress without her consent. She could only guess it stemmed from some embarrassing corner of her subconscious, and she grumbled to herself as she talked back and forth between...Read On

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No Knickers!

It didn't make sense.

My head felt as heavy as an iron wrecking ball. The pounding was so loud that I could hardly hear the voices... Voices? I kept my eyes closed and tried to make sense of the babble. There was something about trending, about 'Tats,' something about my son and, even worse, about 'no knickers'! It didn't make sense. I've no children; I don't have any tattoos and what exactly is 'trending'? ...Read On

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Making Friends

When a hung over morning feels like an intervention gone terribly wrong...

“G’day, Madam,” the knickers salesman grinned while tipping his bowler hat. Beside him buzzed the shoeless, garbage bag-wearing, Neighborhood Watch lady from across the street. “How the f… “ “Back door, Ma'am,” the salesman cheerfully informed. “Your son… “ “You’re trending, Mom,” heckled the thirty-year-old, basement-dwelling virgin, while he handed her his Hello Kitty smart phone. Her...Read On

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Home Late! - The Next Day - A Sidebar

The next day on the inbound bus...

The next day I'm on the bus. Stumbling and muttering an obscenity, a woman attempts to get on the bus. She flopped on the bench. She looks like something the cat dragged in. That's when I recalled her. Looking at me she spoke, “Do I know you?” “No, but I saw you last night.” “Oh Gawd! What happened?” “You sang show tunes.” Grimacing, “Anything else?” “You pirouetted around...Read On

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The Reunion

Paris … ah Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a country born and had lived all his life on his father’s farm and his mother had decided that now he was fifteen it was time he saw something...Read On

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The Therian: Chapter Four: Abel

"Welcome to the apocalypse. Ain't she pretty?"-Jess Brady

He stalked through the forest, eyes missing nothing. He'd been hunting for most of his life, stalking the beasts who stalked the world. How little everyone knew. How blind humanity was! Abel stopped believing in God a long time ago. All he believed in now was himself, his mission, and the fact that the apocalypse was on its way; and that it would be started by what he hunted.  They were...Read On

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Ping!

Oh for Pity's sake, what now!

PING!   I took the coffee from the microwave but it was still cold, I had forgotten to press the button. I put the cup back inside and pressed it. Funny though, I definitely heard a really annoying 'Ping.' I sat down again and waited. There it was again, that really annoying 'Ping' and yet the microwave was still humming. Damn it; it must be the doorbell. Well, whoever it is...Read On

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Universes

Lost in the cold mountains of Siberia lived a shaman. The heir to the ancestral knowledge of generations of shamans. In one of my eternal dreams of nightmares in which the acceptance of the unreal was the weapon I had in my struggle to survive in those fantastic worlds, the shaman was introduced. And the shaman told me to get him. When I arrived at his little house, he welcomed me as if...Read On

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Why We Don't Eat Our Young

Entertainment is the real reason humans produce offspring...

The Boy Finally able to take advantage of his birthday gift, my son, uneventfully, recently completed an introductory snorkeling and underwater safety class. However, he almost didn’t make it. Rewind two months… My mistake, but we stood in a sporting goods store, not the diving specialty shop we should've gone to. We received very little assistance. The sales person was young and kind,...Read On

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Home Late! - A sidebar

The bus trip home became very entertaining...

I had just sat down on the bus when I heard loud giggling from the upper deck. Followed by someone strangling a cat. No, it was a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. A boisterous female came from the staircase. The singing cat made an appearance. She was totally arseholed and naked! She ran out and hooked a lamp pole and twirled round. Streaking up the sidewalk, she stopped, bent over...Read On

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Twitching curtains

She was late home last night and... GEORGE! Come and see!

Cleaning the window frames with a bicarbonate and vinegar mix as I do every Thursday, keeps my neighbourhood safe. Saves the faffing of EVERYONE ringing the council if the dustbin men don’t arrive. George was a heavy smoker back in the day and I proudly adhere to keeping appearances up- old habits die hard. “George! Some fella is at the door!” ”Are you listening? Stop copping a deaf...Read On

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Knickerless And Amnesiatic

Being well-connected and oblivious to causing annoyance, one can brighten just about anyone's day...

I embraced the text. I rushed over first thing and now stood on her front stoop, with finger on the bell. Her singing was strong, said he. The bourbon, much stronger. They fell, my double decker bird-dogger observed, as she staggered from the bus. Being a highly successful traveling knickers salesman, experience bespoke of the lady’s distress. A tidy sum's been made from...Read On

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At home early.

I knew something had happened last night, something bad but I couldn't remember.

I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands. The pain was unbearable, the throbbing in my temples and the hissing in my ears. I knew something had happened last night, something bad but I couldn't remember what. I remembered the party, I even remembered leaving and heading for the bus stop but after that... nothing. The sound I heard next echoed through my aching head like a stab...Read On

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I Do Not Understand

Part of the Home Late series, begun by AnnaMayZing

Please, my friend. I do not understand. Is this not the proper thing one does, my friend? The lady, she was up here and one does not wish to be rude, my friend. Yes? This is my first time in your country. I do not wish to offend, oh no. Never, my friend. Is this not the proper thing to do? I wished to be proper, my friend.  Yes, that is why I took off the vestments, my friend. Please,...Read On

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What Was She Doing?

A cab driver is treated to surprising sight

I was going about my business yesterday when I saw something very unusual. I am accustomed to female students getting into my cab after a night on the town sans their panties — the sight in my rear view mirror is worth the fare. Last night however, I saw a gorgeous lady of mature years strip off at the bus stop, and climb the stairs to the top deck stark naked as if it was the most normal...Read On

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Black Dog - Chapter 1

A young woman inherits the long-sleeping family curse along with her aunt's house.

Dear diary, I am dead! And working through a medium, hence this dreadful handwriting. The girl is very young The pale wisp of a girl holding the pen stopped, sitting back from the writing desk. "I'm not that young," she said. Her voice, light, and chirping like a bird's, didn't help her case. "I'm just not used to this." She pushed back the unruly black curls of her hair and folded...Read On

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Home Late Too

She thought he'd be angry that she was so late...

So, the other day, I’m minding my own business, riding the bus, when this clearly intoxicated lady climbs the stairs to the second level. She was stark naked, grinning ear-to-ear, clothes under arm, shoes in hand, and singing Theatreland show tunes at the top of her lungs. I invited her to sit by me, for fear someone might mistake her compromised state as an opportunity instead of...Read On

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Kindred Spirit, Distant Hearts. Chapter 17

“Ma'am, I'm sorry,” he wheezed breathlessly. “I found this under your bed.”

Benghazi. June 15 th , 1941   After Maria had left the Chief Medical Officer, she didn't return directly to her room. Instead, she set about finding all the nurses that were to accompany her to Benghazi so that she could give them as much notice as possible and to ensure that their wards were not left unstaffed when they left. That task alone took several hours. Some of them...Read On