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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 11 Dec 2019 19:07



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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 11 Dec 2019 06:34



Victor is not feeling well this morning. He was not eager to go out for his walk. He finally did his duty but is now cuddled against me acting blue. I'll have to watch him today.

The fresh coffee is brewing. I'm waiting for a nice cuppa java soon.

Today is a break day. No rehearsal. Tomorrow is final dress and then we begin the performances. I'm not pleased with a device I use as a prop for selling scarves on the street. But, I'll just have to use it as it is.

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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 11 Dec 2019 06:25



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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 10 Dec 2019 10:15



So cold. Just walked Victor while he was dressed in his red hoodie jacket. Productive visit to the great outdoors.

One last cuppa java for me today.

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Topic: Let's Count
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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 09 Dec 2019 20:14



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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 09 Dec 2019 11:50



There is always coffee ready. We got some special canisters to save the hot coffee for those who stop by for a cuppa. And the water is there for the tea drinkers.

I'm listening to a compilation of cartoons from the Loony Tunes era. The cartoons and the music they used. It's fun and brings back so many memories.

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Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 09 Dec 2019 11:42



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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 09 Dec 2019 07:04



Sara's new Scamp Adventure is posted for everyone's pleasure.

The coffee is brewed and having my first cuppa. There is hot water for tea drinkers.

I'll stop by my dental surgeon's office this morning for a quick in and out to check for any dental issues. Then I'll stop by some stores for a short shopping trip. I need 9-volt batteries for the smoke alarms.

Tonight is the first dress rehearsal for the Nutcracker. I am bringing my own slacks and shirt. The costume lady has a vest and bowtie for me, along with a coat for the street seller scene. We will get out of there around 9:00 perhaps. It's art so we will see.

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Stories Published By Survivor All Stories »

All That Matters

"I adore you" The words were spoken heard and accepted with gratitude and delight Not always offered aloud in the past even when understood within the trust of a heart in need The adoration of a chorus of friends and lovers from life that passed sincerely revealed The latest to be tendered this approbation in words as the solace of destined sublimity and jubilant embrace The embrace...

Added 23 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 68 | 5 Comments

Remembrance Challenge: Camp Funston

In March 1918, some of the first recorded American cases of what became a worldwide influenza epidemic, also known as "Spanish flu", were reported at Camp Funston. The 1918 influenza pandemic, usually set as January 1918 up to December 1920, was an unusually deadly flu epidemic. It infected 500 million people around the world. Probably 50 million, and possibly as high as 100 million...

Added 11 Nov 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 161 | 11 Comments

Never Forget the Good Times

Ding Dong! The doorbell rings. Opening the door. "Trick or treat!" Out the door goes the pup. Romping about with visitors.   Each one gets the same. Handing out goodies. Asking each one what they are. Really! Oh, perfect! "Get back in, Victor." And they are off on their way. Now he's standing up on his hind feet. What's this! He's trick or treating. Good boy. You get a treat. ...

Added 04 Nov 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 174 | 6 Comments

Meg's New Sonnet

Her natural scent imbues him with a need, As blooming flowers in the fields of May Intoxicate his mind and heart, indeed, Refreshing, craving on a summer day. His natural scent creates a homey clime It make his body feel so safe and warm. Aromas linger from their pillow time At night, in dreams, she's safe within his arm.  Addictive passion rises to new heights. Fierce love, desires to...

Added 03 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 88 | 3 Comments

She Waves At Trains

My lady is so naive she still waves at trains whenever they pass by just hoping that the engineers might see and someday, perhaps, to make her day they'll pull the whistle loudly just for her. Just for her. So shy is she in normal ways but those fellows are quite far away, so she feels free, so free to be the funny young girl she'll always be. She'll never change. She rattles on about...

Added 25 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 97 | 5 Comments

Trick or Treat

Nimble digits completed the act. The victim was trundled up and preserved for what was to come. Wrapped up in the webs of woe. For the prey. Not for the spider. This was her life. Her reason to be.  Miss Peckinstaff gazed out her parlor window at the dim courtyard behind her brownstone residence on the Lower Eastside. It was delightful to watch the arachnid complete the chore under the...

Added 19 Oct 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 197 | 9 Comments

Your Hand in Mine

Tonight's my turn for spooning you had a go last night tomorrow is still coming no worries in our sight Together we're ascending each step we're holding hands approaching near Nirvana it's time for fun in bed You hold your hand towards me a pinky promise made that all the time that's left us we'll spend as lovers can The calling of a hoot owl will echo 'round the 'hood this still and...

Added 25 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 180 | 7 Comments

Back to School Challenge: Mail Call

The very first day their new grade school teacher told them they were going to be learning to write letters. That was the start of their school year there at the elementary school out in the desert of Southern California.  It was August and still summer. The sun is never, hardly ever, covered by clouds. So hot most of the year. That didn't bother the kids. But now there was no more vacation....

Added 21 Sep 2019 | Category Childrens | Votes 16 | Avg Score 5 | Views 225 | 16 Comments

Desolation

Long story short as they used to say. The two of them cannot be intimate. It is not within their ability now. So the question is does it really matter? Does it actually make their emotions and their feelings and their truth less important to them? Do they decide to make other plans... move on? Does it diminish the ties they share and have shared so long? They say in French - désolé....

Added 27 Aug 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 292 | 12 Comments

Is This Depressing

They look up at the clock. The question in their mind is this. Is it time yet? If it is time for the pill then maybe they'll feel a little better pretty soon.  When they take the pill, when it is time, it does get pretty good. Life becomes pretty good. So that's what they are asking themselves. Is it time yet? Checking the time once again. And it's getting close to being the right time....

Added 16 Aug 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 318 | 9 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Survivor

A Comedy

When I was young and loved humor Comedy was a movie that I knew  Where I would be laughing out loud While watching with glee the whole time Growing up, that belief had changed Comedy was a funny stage play Where you could watch people act While the ending was comically tragic Life has been sometimes like that It started with laughter and smiles But the ending was now so painful Even...

Added 26 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 97 | 5 Comments

Clouds

People are just like clouds That float above the sky Without real direction But beauteous from afar Winds can push us forward And then may push us back Might even be the ones That scatter us apart Sometimes they blow gently To make us into one Other times much stronger Thus breaking us in twain Sometimes there is darkness It makes it hard to see Even light in slivers Can barely...

Added 12 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 110 | 5 Comments

The Wall

My closed fists keep banging on the wall. My lungs hurt so much from losing air. It's becoming hard to breathe. I never stop pounding even as I can see blood flow out from my bruised hands. My mind is in a panic and the fear starts to creep up through my whole body because I don't know how to swim and the wall is giving me no respite so I can get my breath. I have begun to feel weak...

Added 04 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,154 | 6 Comments

Ballerina

Strong heart is beating in a harmony, Each movement set angelically with pride.   So subtle that it matches musically, To center stage exquisite form does glide On pointe, on tiptoe, swaying with the tune The wind caresses, gently singing free. So calm her soul, like summer days in June But every step is like a storm tossed sea Behind sweet lips and eyes, typhoons may hide, With calmness...

Added 16 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,040 | 8 Comments

The Bluebirds In My Heart

  “There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski     When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch.   The bluebirds came to...

Added 15 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 358 | 5 Comments

eBooks Published By Survivor

Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet
Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet

Meet a new poet in this edition. Find various forms of poetry, including sonnets, haikus, traditional verse, blank verse and abecedarian. You will discover love poems, poetry about life and death, and...

Coffee For Me, Tea For You
Coffee For Me, Tea For You

A collection of diverse short fiction. It includes micro fiction, flash fiction, mysteries, science fiction, and general fiction. The author has spent his life around computers and is now using his personal computer to create varied styles of fiction for the reading public's...

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