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Extreme Mislabelling For Desired Effect

“What’s with the long face,” I said to my horse-faced son. Okay, that didn’t happen, nor does he have a horse's face, even though he’s the son of a jackass. My daughter, on the other hoof, doesn’t take after me – she is me. She refers to my beloved, Leonard Cohen, as Leonard Colon . Grrr. HEY! Why, oh why, is everything on this site so darn down in the dumps? This isn’t the dark blue...

Added 05 Oct 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 163 | 8 Comments

Back To School Challenge: Tears

Tears. I never expected it. She didn’t want summer vacation to begin because she loved her teachers. She loved her classmates. She loved school. And on the last day, there were tears. But she got over it. The very next day. Over the summer, she played. She traveled. She did what children have done for decades. They enjoyed their summer vacation with friends and family, learning...

Added 08 Sep 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 16 | Avg Score 5 | Views 233 | 15 Comments

NOT for Moon Challenge: Lunar Eclipsed

Envy. Hate it. Always have. Always will. Even on a day like today. Yet, I’ve done what I’ve done to be able to do what I do, including what I’m about to. So why change now? Today’s no different. Kissing ass has always rubbed my rhubarb the wrong way, but I’m no joker. To billions, I’m a hero. To my CO, I’m a living stain on the tighty-whities of life. But that’s alright. It’s all...

Added 02 Sep 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 248 | 10 Comments

Oh Captain, My Captain

Just like the besieging intestinal revenge felt after succumbing to that late night, tequila urge to munch on the mystery-meat-on-a-stick from that shady Acapulco street vendor, the visceral reaction to my son’s first date hit painfully hard, and sooner than expected. It’s happening and dad’s gotta deal. Maybe her parents bring their daughter to us, so the parents can meet, and we can...

Added 06 Aug 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 10 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 318 | 9 Comments

Rub 'n Tug

Trixie wasn’t her birth given name, but it perfectly matched her provocative demeanour. With the seductive draw of her dark brown eyes and the titillating shake of her feminine shape, Trixie’s energy defused and enticed the shy and nervous. This was her calling. She was born to please. One just had to say her name. Trixie would do the rest. She'd eagerly approach, her smiling eyes...

Added 27 Jul 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 400 | 9 Comments

Low And Outside

Here’s the pitch... “Dad, what’s  vintage  mean?” Day off. Trying to watch some ball. Alone. But my daughter invited herself to unintentionally annoy me. She asked the question while examining the label on my freshly-emptied bottle of port. “It’s a nice way of saying old.” St e er-rike! She then asked, “What’s  classic  mean?” while inspecting her can of Coke. “It’s another nice...

Added 12 Jul 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 304 | 8 Comments

Day Of Dads

In art class, my daughter's assignment was to make a Father's Day card. After presenting it to me during today's Father's Day breakfast, she proceeded to explain why there was whiteout under the letters 't' and 'h'. Her art teacher disagreed with my daughter's use of artistic license, and strongly suggested that 'Happy Farter's Day' did not fall within the essence or spirit of the...

Added 16 Jun 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 397 | 11 Comments

Something About Some Things

With loathing and contempt, I leered at him, not truly believing that he’d done what we’d just witnessed. It was a selfish act of entitlement and overcompensation; an action which I could not teach, condone, or subscribe. He saw us watching, stopped, and glared back at us, almost daring me to engage his irreverence. I dearly wanted to. My blood boiled and my trigger finger itched. It was...

Added 26 Mar 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 507 | 7 Comments

Someday You'll Understand

Fresh snow blanketed a sleepy, Saturday morning, making it the picturesque winter day that we dream. The jungles of concrete and asphalt were hidden, with white on evergreen, as far as the eye could see. Silent coffee aromas, maple sausage smiles, and fluffy pancake pride danced with the early banter that filled their home. In the rock surround, flickering imitation flames removed the edge...

Added 16 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 539 | 11 Comments

Challenge: Linda Ronstadt - - Ping

“What’s your name, sweetie?” The young girl scanned the smoky room's self-absorbed, faceless heads before answering. “Linda,” the MC repeated, “How old are ya, darlin’?” After mumbling her response, the crouching man asked the inattentive crowd to warmly welcome the little brown-haired girl with the big girl performing dream. Linda patiently waited for the social-drinking faction to...

Added 26 Jan 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 499 | 11 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Ping

What You Don't Know

You may not know    for I won’t tell  just how much  you've cast your spell    Stolen moments  borrowed time  shared jokes  happy lines    Thoughts of you  makes my heart race  awake and alone  I imagine your face    With just your presence  makes me feel anew  for all I want is  a moment with you    Each word you sketch  a perfect reflection  who can blame those  ...

Added 30 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 899 | 9 Comments

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