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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 30 Mar 2020 06:34



It appears that some folks drop by for coffee and don't leave a note or message. That's fine. I'm brewing up a fresh pot now. Never enough coffee.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing seems to be on the horizon. I do have a story idea inside. I am mulling it. I think it might be good. But I will need to actually start writing something soon.

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Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 29 Mar 2020 08:23



Approachable - Standoffish

Topic: Synonyms
Posted: 29 Mar 2020 08:22



Teleporter - Mover

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 29 Mar 2020 08:22


Cobs - Fobs

Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 29 Mar 2020 08:21



Bella - Bells

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 29 Mar 2020 06:20


The coffee house is busy. Always good to see Linda with news from Alaska. Great coffee this morning, Cynthia. I'll brew another pot for when the late morning rush gets here. :-"

Not sure if I mentioned it but our lady governor has declared a stay-in-place for the entire state of Kansas and not simply for the counties most hit. Our county at present has 14 positives and no deaths for now. As far as I can tell I don't need to go out again until medicines are ready at the pharmacy. My next doctor's visit is three months from now.

I suppose I will need to fill up with gasoline in the next couple of weeks. The prices have dropped drastically in the past few days.

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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 28 Mar 2020 15:51



Today we drove into the Kansas City metro area. We were taking two bags of books to my brother-in-law's mother-in-law. She is quarantined in place there. We saw her and my brother-in-law and his wife sitting outside enjoying the nice weather. They were each spread out over six feet away from each other.

We learned some news. My nephew, a respiratory therapist, discovered he had been exposed to Covid-19 last week. He kept that from the family while he was getting tested. It was found he was negative, but he is still quarantined for two weeks to make sure he is cleared. His wife is also a respiratory therapist working in the Kansas City metro area.


Topic: Drop Letter - Add Letter
Posted: 28 Mar 2020 06:49



Regal - Legal

Topic: Change One Letter
Posted: 28 Mar 2020 06:49



Bats - Cats

Topic: What Are You Celebrating Now?
Posted: 28 Mar 2020 06:48

March 27th was World Theater Day. What a poignant day to celebrate now when we are unable to go to the theater at this time.

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Stories Published By Survivor All Stories »

Magical Deception

The only true beauty in her life. It shall always be a secret. Deception is the thrill, wonder, and exquisite pain she feels. She absorbs it each time surreptitious contact is made.  Complete and utter trust. Accepted and used. She lives in wonderment that she found it. Just for her. Just for them. To share. Only a dreamy fantasyland.  But more real than reality in the...

Added 16 Mar 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 105 | 11 Comments

Love & Affection Challenge - A Bibliophile's Sonnet

We walked a lane in Wales one morn in May Our eyes took note of blooms on shrubs quite near. We sniffed some sprigs near Hay on Wye that day, Each bush had scents and smells both clear and dear. A whiff was like old books on stands and racks,   Each big thick tome could match that scent so strong. And we had smelled a few in bins and stacks The smell was just the same, we were not wrong. ...

Added 17 Feb 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 13 Comments

And When The Morning Comes

Do we know, can we see, will we feel what we've known, what we've seen, what we've felt. At the moments we knew, simply seeing, and feeling, that instant, most precious,  the most treasured point in our lives. For so quickly it seemed, all our times were as one,  but so short in the paths of the world.  Just a minute it took, that was all, then we knew, we could see what we were,...

Added 14 Jan 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 96 | 5 Comments

The Whacking of the Trees

  Whack!  Whack! There was a long pause and then, once again... Whack! She tossed the fallen limb down onto the forest floor beside the trail. It had served its purpose. Then she nodded at the hikers who were passing hesitantly by her along the pathway.  This was the last time. The latest results showed no sign of cancer. Perhaps not gone. But no sign. It was good enough. She...

Added 24 Dec 2019 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 173 | 9 Comments

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 127 | 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 246 | 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 239 | 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 153 | 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 155 | 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 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 258 | 10 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 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 169 | 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 176 | 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 1,283 | 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 1,118 | 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 420 | 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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