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Dreamcatcher
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How Deep Is Lonely

Do ghosts feel lonely? Everybody knows by now that all of the Toys R Us outlets have been closed. The Toys R Us in Sunnyvale, CA was and still is haunted. The occurrences in this outlet have been well documented and even had a live TV ghost hunt for the nation to watch. Amazingly, the cameras actually filmed a shadow of a man leaning against the shelves watching the ghost hunters do...Read On

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maryruth

Wishes

Warmth Yearning Growing stronger Deep breaths Heart racing Hands begin to sweat Mind alert Body tingles Can't think Words mixed up Feeling teenage goofy Head over heels in love ...Read On

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Ping

The Absurd Spirit Of Things

A couple lovely Christmas tales about my kids…

The Boy As the winter weather-bundled three of us patiently waited, watching the cheerful, cherubic cashier ring through my spicy rum, the older woman attempted to engage my son in some awkward and unsolicited conversation. “There was a heavy-set, older fella here earlier today, asking about parents who bring their kids to liquor stores,” she said. Oh really, my son nodded. He...Read On

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Rumple_deWriter

How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about any confusion, honest. Truth be told, this assault on good taste and English letters is concerned with the fine art of creating attention grabbing hooks in the opening lines of your...Read On

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slayqueen

Readers Lament

Last chapter is all done. Too bad it had to end. It was my favorite one. But I still highly recommend. Too bad I finally closed the book. Got to start with a new. What it needs to be a hook. I need find the best too. I need one to make me laugh true. And to make me cry out of happy. Not something that can make me so blue And I wouldn't mind if it was so sappy I want one that can keep me up...Read On

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maryruth

Every Morning

I am on my way The day about to start To have your words Feelings of love Happiness too Smiles and laughter Bright sunny days Is what you bring Early every morn Around five o'clock ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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So You Wanna Be A Writer

Inspired by Rebellious_Soul... Rebs We live in an era of over-abundance right now. Too much of everything. It’s a candy store with endless glass counters filled with chocolates and caramels and sugary what-nots. We don’t even have to take a number. Just walk in and help ourselves. The internet has laid the entire world at our feet. I can be in India or Kenya or the Philippines in a...Read On

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Obituarius

Dear Santa

Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is something for ED, constipation and some Polident. And if you think about it, bring me a broad who doesn't have varicose veins or a goiter. Also, a new blow-up doll of Tammy Wynette. It seems the old one sprung a leak and is now in space, somewhere over Miami. I understand that I got failing grades on being nice but hemorrhoids give me a...Read On

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LauraDanielle

Kings and Queens

Yet another body parts story.

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed...Read On

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Obituarius

Boo

If I had the skills of Shakespeare, I would be Poe's ghost. Given my proclivities for the dark and pale strangers who lurk. But seeing as I have no time for talk, I let my pen squawk. Pounding sand for my fans. I play not a fool for those who seek a bed of eggs for their basket. Because my yoke is for those who play by the Ouija, in my mind's abyss. The ossuary of my Bic's and Paper Mates. ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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Aminals

“I am Mother Nature, and I hereby call to order the first annual meeting of the Bureau for Oversight and Observation of Beasts In Existence. Our mission here at B.O.O.B.I.E. is to design and implement the types of animals that shall roam my earth.” “Well, I for one think it’s about time. The plants have taken over this place. There’s not any place to walk anymore.” “Shut up Clyde. You’re...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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Christmas, My Ass

Christmas. Twinkly lights. Bright colored wrapping paper. Curly-Que ribbons. A tree taking up valuable space in your living room. Now, because of greed and sucker marketing, it lasts for two months instead of one. I hate this time of year. I also hate Thanksgiving, birthdays, weddings and funerals. Usually, anything involving people. I know. Hard to believe I’ve been married to the same...Read On

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Wordpusher715

It's a Wonderful Wife

She knows what I need...

My wife is still in bed as I close the door behind me and leave her to peaceful slumber for a while longer. It's 7:45 AM and I'm late. I jump in the truck with my roll-around briefcase and pull out the driveway headed for work. My mind flashes on the fact that I don't have my glasses on. I know that I don't need them to drive and I can wear my reading glasses at work but still... Less than...Read On

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Colors_of_the_Wind

Save Their Innocence: A Musing

A musing about the violent events of 2018 in America...

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KazeronnieMak777

My stepfather

Such two speeches cannot wait: I LOVE YOU and I AM SORRY. Elsewise...

When I was only six and my younger brother was two, our father passed away. Since then, my mother and we were dependent upon each other. Our days were difficult. My mother had to work very hard to keep our family together. The income was just enough to cover basic expenses. Until one day, my mother ushered a man into our home. She asked us to call him - FATHER . No, he was just our...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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Ghost Hunter

I never jerk awake. I open my eyes and listen before I move. Without going into the reasons why I forced myself as a young boy, to not be afraid of noises in the dark. My door was always closed and I never slept with a nightlight. I relish the dark. As I lay there, my head still on the pillow, my mind was trying to replay why I woke up. The room was dark. The only light in the room came from...Read On

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maryruth

Hearts in time

Hold me in your arms So tight My head upon your chest Our heartbeat is one With body heat for warmth We have just begun Time becomes endless Hours seem like minutes That pass one by one Content Our heart grows with pride Knowing we are one I am at home in your arms In your mind and heart Forever my love My soulmate Never standing alone Our time My love ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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Just In Time

Time. A valuable commodity to some. Not so much to others. You, for example. Clock-watching your work day. Each hour creeping by as if in a time warp. Rushing home for dinner. Spend time with the kids. Must get to bed because tomorrow is another day. Hump day. Payday. Weekends. Vacations. Doctor appointments. Taxes. All controlling your life through time. Me? I’m a retired empty-nester....Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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Driver

This reminiscent story was inspired by the forum thread, “What kind of car did you drive in high school?” When I was a young lad in Texas, my dad made me work weekends and summers for his construction company. He used to “pay” me a dollar a day to help my uncle clean up job sites in the hot Texas sun. At the end of the week, he would deduct all my lunches and drinks. There were times...Read On

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Wordpusher715

In which I transition

The transition is almost complete. I can feel it. Soon I'll be adjusted to my new age. It's been a difficult three years. I fought against it. A good fight; but I've run out of weapons. I'm adjusting quickly to the occupying forces. Of elderly forces. Of lesser capacity and capabilities. Of accepting the fact that there are more memories in my past than are possible for me to create in...Read On

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Wordpusher715

Of Compliments and Women

In an earlier life, a woman once remarked to me that it was good to meet a man who was proud enough of his name to write it so others could read it. I don’t know if she was flirting or not but, as you can see, I remember her telling me this. Last Friday while being introduced to a woman, she shook my hand more firmly than I anticipated. Then she held my hand with both of hers and said, "Oh,...Read On

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Ping

Unmeasured Behaviour

When experience overshadows blind enthusiasm...

“Buddy, what’s the rush?” After gleefully claiming that he’s grown yet again, for the umpteenth time in the past two weeks, we once again checked his height against his previous measurement on the family growth chart next to the fridge. “Nope. Still the same,” I advised my almost eleven-year-old son. “But Dad, I must have grown,” he whined with disbelief, “I’m going through puberty.” ...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

Satisfaction

silent but for my breath and the sound of my heart beating

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Ping

Eye See Her Sarcasm

My children’s annual medical examinations are always insightful...

The good doctor bent over with an oft-practiced, child-welcoming smile. “Good to see you again,” he said to my young daughter, punny obviously intended for both of us. “It’s hard to believe that it’s already been a year.” Her feigned smile was overshadowed by her rude silence, a nose twitch, and a half-step back. The optometrist immediately stood up fearing that he had incurred a...Read On

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Survivor

Just A Glimpse

What's the harm in a little happiness

His picture is among a lot of images I store here on this site. His happy, furry face 'smiling' at me. One ear flipped up the way it often was. He was my Sparky boy. Just a glimpse is enough to make my eyes moist. What is it about the simple things that bring us such joy. The unquestioning love that our life-companions bring to us. Whether they are creatures with four legs or the actual...Read On

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KazeronnieMak777

Wander Around The World

The more we want, the more it will become a burden to us at the end of the day.

A young monk was supposed to wander around the world but, he postponed the departure date again and again. The abbot waited impatiently, ‘You’d supposed to start off six months ago. What’s stopping you?’ The very perturbed monk sighed, ‘It is a trial of a very long journey. I can’t imagine how many thousands of mountains and rivers I will have to go through. The climates, the clothes,...Read On

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Ping

I'm No Medusa, Yo

Sometimes it's parents that say and do the darnedest things...

Like most family units, we have our frivolous banter and unrehearsed routine. Each improvisational interaction is personalized for the diverse character actors we’ve assembled for our home life, live theatre experience. When one’s children are comfortable sharing their minds and personalities, the audience around them is blessed with many memorable, life-enhancing experiences. Valuable...Read On

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EyeOfTheBeholder

God’s Tears (Part One)

Forgivness is just a decision away

God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut the smothering. There is more than just the eerie quiet that shakes me to my core. Can you feel the dank air, eating you from within, like...Read On

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Dreamcatcher
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My America

I hate what has happened to my America. Where a rancid political system works for the few and not for the many. Where a foul media keeps coloring the news instead of just reporting it. Where class distinctions are proudly touted to divide society even more. America has become a "me first" nation where honor and integrity are second to "what's in it for me." We use suffering as a battering...Read On

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Ping

Indomitable Spirit

This is a near verbatim re-telling of a lucid dream sequence I awoke from this morning...

Queue the X-Files music. It was a cold but sunny mid-winter’s Sunday morning. The unclouded sky was blue and the ice crystals sparkled in the snow like a blanket of diamonds. I stood in my kitchen with my back to the sink’s window and faced the white Amana refrigerator. I was enjoying a freshly brewed cup of coffee, lots of heavy cream, lots of sugar, just the way I like it. The kids had...Read On

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How Deep Is Lonely

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How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

Readers Lament

Every Morning

So You Wanna Be A Writer

Dear Santa

Kings and Queens

Boo

Aminals

Christmas, My Ass

It's a Wonderful Wife

Save Their Innocence: A Musing

My stepfather

Ghost Hunter

Hearts in time

Just In Time

Driver

In which I transition

Of Compliments and Women

Unmeasured Behaviour

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Eye See Her Sarcasm

Just A Glimpse

Wander Around The World

I'm No Medusa, Yo

God’s Tears (Part One)

My America

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