Monthly Archives:June 2012

Geneology
Study of those before me
Done for those to come

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Busy week – a day late on the Friday Haiku hook-up. But, at least I’m here. Genealogy is my latest endeavor. I am sorting through records and pictures and trying to make sense of things so that my girls will have an easier time of it when and if they should so choose.

Sadly, I have waited until all the “old folks” have passed on. We can no longer ask who great aunt Tilly married after great uncle Milt passed away. No, those are not real names in my lines (as far as I know). It IS pretty cool to see where some of the threads lead, though.

Robert barked into the phone, “George, I don’t care what the contractors say, that equipment has to be in place first thing in the morning or we’ll lose the bid. Get on it. I’ll be there in the morning.”

Flipping the cell phone, Robert tried Angel’s number again. “Answer me, dammit! I’m on my way. Oh, crap! Traffic is backed up. Angel, pick up the phone!”

Robert tossed the phone onto the dash and began to maneuver through the traffic. He craned his neck as he passed the wreckage, and then looked again.

He recognized the car.

“Angel? ANGEL! NOOOOOO!”
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Lance and LeeRoy have challenged us with an Ani DeFranco song “Cloud Blood” for the 100 Word Song this week. Not sure why Robert and Angel came to mind, but they asked to be let out, so here they are. Try your hand at working with LeeRoy.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

A man walked into a bar.

Marci’s few opening words glared at her; the cursor mocking her as it blinked like her mind – on – off – on – off – on again.

“GAH!” The cat jumped from her lap as Marci let out her frustration into the room. Her screech bounced wall to wall, inside and outside of her brain-pan: rattling around like so many bbs.

Characters screamed for attention, but she was stuck well and proper. Marci’s fingers itched to give them flesh and blood.

Wait. What if I . . . Change this to . . .

The man entered the room all a-swagger. His eyes growing accustomed . . .
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VV’s challenge this week: 100 words using Swagger as the jump-off point. These are mine, where are yours?

I knew this would be forever. It could last like it had never lasted before. If the world around me crumbled – if the stars tumbled from the sky – YOU. Always and forever, you.
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Prompt 3 of week 33 by Trifecta: to write 33-333 words using The Smashing Pumpkins – Thirty-three.

One, two. Here’s a Kiss for you
Three, four. Take one more
Five six. We’ll share a Twix
Seven, eight. Our first date
Nine, ten. What was the score, again?
Who cares? SMOOCH!

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Prompt Two:Write a 33-333 word response using the third definition of the following word:

score (noun)
1 a : twenty
b : a group of 20 things
2 a : a line (as a scratch or incision) made with or as if with a sharp instrument
b (1) : a mark used as a starting point or goal
(2) : a mark used for keeping account
3 a : an account or reckoning originally kept by making marks on a tally
b : amount due : indebtedness

Please note that we need you to use the singular, noun form of the word. Also, the word score must appear in your response.