Good coffee, Larry. Here's hoping you and Sara, along with Victor, stay warm. Sounds like y'all might need to bring in a few more canines cause this might be more than a 3 Dog Night heading towards us.

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Larry, for some reason, your 'Challenge' story keeps telling me the validation key is inoperative. That's what it said yesterday afternoon and is now saying the same damn thing. I'm about to go to the mod forum to kick up a little dust. The file says Yas did the dastardly deed . Not sure why but since it was Yas, no doubt her motives were pure. I'll report back if and when I learn something.

It's a beautiful day, more or less, all over the world or thereabouts.

How come, you say? Well, having your college football team break an eight game losing streak to Alabama with a 46 - 41 win on national Tv, and do it on the home field of the Tide, has had that effect on this old Tiger. :)

For those needing a kick-start, There's hot coffee and for the tea and/or coco crowd,boiling water.

Now if my Saints can only avoid being upset by Buz's Falcons...

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Greetings to all spacey Stories Spacers.

ALERT!
A Sausage & Biscuit update.

Whataburger (USff chain) has a breakfast menu that includes biscuits and gravy that's good, in fact, I'll be so bold as to say, real good. They serve breakfast from 11 pm to 11 am.

Morning Inspired Stories Spacers. Got hot water and coffee waiting for anyone who comes dragging in. Rumors of biscuits and gravy being served, sooner or later,are being investigated.

My 'Listening in the Rain' story has defied logic and good taste to receive a tenth vote! :) Many thanks to all who voted. This means there are now two entries on the SS 'Story Picks' list. Remember, vote early and, if you can figure out how, vote often on all SS stories.

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Morning, y'all and happy Hump Day.

If you haven't done so already, get thee to the story list and check out Anna's 'challenge' entry, 'Rembrance'. Me, I got a question. Is that spelling 'rembrance' vs 'remembrance' an example of UK vs US spelling -- or what? Confused minds wanna know.

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Coffee's on and the tea kettle is full of boiling water. Youse guys grab whatever you want and double-time it over to the the list of stories. The two currently atop the list are, imo, must reads.

Anna's 'Rembrance' challenge entry is brillian, moving and much deserves the RR it received. I'd suggest you read it first.

Next, scroll down to Larry's micro piece featuring Vic the wonder dog. It'll leave you with a smile.

Greetings, Larry. Glad to know something is melting in Kansas besides, of course, wicked witches. ;)

A new challenge -- with no word limit! Oh, happy day.

I'm now trying to recall the name of the person who said they wrote a novel because they didn't have time to write a short story -- or something kinda like that. Any help would be either appreciated or depreciated, maybe both. ;)

Larry, thanks for fixing that link. I know better, no kidding.

A round of hot chocolates coming up for all who enter.

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This is just IMO, you understand, but, IMO, coffee is a goodness, snow ain't. Glad I am to learn that Vic has a warm jacket for those cold Kansas days.

Being a charter member of the 'Ain't Too Proud To Pimp' crowd. here's a link to my new story, 'Listening In The Rain':
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And my sincere thanks to Cyn, Sassy, , Sara, and Larry for their kind comments.

Listening In The Rain I'm a good listener; always have been. Especially here inside the cemetery—just sitting in my truck, listening to the rain, hearing it tell the story, and waiting for Holly. We don’t have nice winter weather around here, just cold and rainy. The only thing it’s good for is hunting, especially for deer. But I don't hunt—not anymore. Winter became my favorite season...

Added 30 Oct 2019 | Category Supernatural | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 218 | 11 Comments

The Tumultuous Tale of the Tormented Terrier Well, let me tell you, it was like this. Once upon a time, our humble hovel was being run by the daughter-unit’s pet, a small, cute, cuddly and constantly yapping Yorkshire Terrier that answered to the name, Puh-Pet, but only if she happened to be in the mood. She loved nothing better than people-food treats and patroling the backyard. Since it...

Added 15 Aug 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 309 | 9 Comments

Newly polished toenails safely propped on the crowded coffee table, Darlene Barnes let out a long plume of cigarette smoke and waited for her friend to come back from the kitchen. Waiting in silence, however, had never been her 'thing'. The thirty-something bottled-blonde looked around at the empty doorway to the kitchen. "You know it's hard for me to believe you're this messed-up....

Added 13 May 2019 | Category Young Adult | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 418 | 3 Comments

“You guys are nuts.” The Skeptic was in rare form as the four men studied the petite singer flitting around on the dim stage.   “I mean, sure she’s cute, but in a small-town high school cheerleader sort of way. No way is she this smoking’ hot sex object you guys keep raving about. But…”   The Skeptic stopped as the singer approached the microphone stand. Waited for A bright spotlight...

Added 05 Feb 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 786 | 8 Comments

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...

Added 18 Dec 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 351 | 7 Comments

Now and Forever: a love story The dream was back--so were the eyes. They hovered in an angry sky just above the horizon, seeing everything but focusing on nothing. Amy knew those eyes—knew a time when they’d been filled with happiness and a love of life. But that had been before her brother came back from Vietnam. Young, naked, and skinny, she stood alone and vulnerable on a hill surrounded...

Added 14 Aug 2018 | Category Romance | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 317 | 5 Comments

How’s by you, Grady Lee? Funniest thing happened yesterday. This nice lady from the Veterans Administration stopped by and said what I really needed, I mean with my having gone from hard of seeing to being blinder than any known bat, was one of those so-called smart Apple iPhones. I told her I knew a bit about the thing, how you made gestures to work it, and let her know I'd been...

Added 04 Aug 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 415 | 12 Comments

On a hot Friday afternoon in the summer of 1970, a young nursing student left work at the VA hospital, and hurried out to the nearby bus stop on First Avenue. The usual stop-and-go Friday traffic appeared to be stuck on stop. From the open windows of a gypsy cab came the sound of an all-news station. “In other national news, a Defense Department spokesman said 18,000 of the 31,000 US...

Added 28 Feb 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 604 | 10 Comments

   The official plan, as carefully explained to all parental units, had called for Amy and Libby to share a motel room. The guys would stay with Mark’s roommate who was supposed to be in summer school. In reality, Mark’s roommate had just flunked out. And no one questioned that Bob and Libby would have the motel room to themselves. Once they were dropped off, Mark and Amy headed for...

Added 01 Nov 2017 | Category General | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 798 | 2 Comments

  Alexandria, a small, nondescript city on the Red River in central Louisiana, is the symbolic checkpoint separating the state’s French, Catholic south from its Scots-Irish, Protestant north. In the pre-interstate days, a two-lane highway weaved its way south from town toward Baton Rouge. A picturesque, tree-lined bayou flanked one side of the road. On the other side were pastures and a...

Added 18 Oct 2017 | Category General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 553 | 4 Comments