Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

Leave the Lights On

July 7th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, words / 6 Comments »

Jane awoke with a start, her heart pounding and the sheets soaked. “Damned nightmares!”

“Wha? Whatdyousay?”

“Nothing, Henry. Go back to sleep. I was dreaming again.”

“Commere, baby. I love you. Come back to bed, Janey.”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Henry.”

“Well, leave the lights on so you don’t hurt yourself.”

Jane left the door ajar. As soon as his snores started she took her phone into the hall. “Marty?” She whimpered into her lover’s ear. “Marty, come get me. I HAVE to get out of this hell-hole.”

She jumped as Henry spoke: “Who you talking to, Janey?”
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Lance has challenged us with another great song: Tim Eriksen’s Leave Your Light On

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The World Will End

July 7th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 8 Comments »

The editors at Trifecta are doom-saying this weekend. 33-333 words with this phrase as the jump-off point: the world will end in three days. Since I think 33 words is harder to write sometimes, that is what I chose to do. These are my words – where are yours?
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Toss the old celery and rubbery carrots to the moose. The countdown has begun. The world will end in three days. We’ll share. I’ll enjoy the steak – the animals can have the veggies.

7-6-12 Friday Haiku

July 7th, 2012 / Categories: haiku, Moose Nuggets, poetry / 1 Comment »

It is still Friday
I am not too late, am I?
Here’s Friday Haiku


A quickie haiku to save my spot – will come back and think on it and (hopefully) do Lou justice.

4th

July 4th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / Comments Closed

Happy Independence Day, my friends.

A tip of the hat and a salute for our active and retired armed forces. A thanks to the forefathers – and foremothers – of our country who had a vision for our future long before we were we.

Fireworks

July 3rd, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words / 14 Comments »

Turn off your waterworks.
Ease up with the fireworks.
You are not dying.
It is only a scratch.
Stop crying, for heaven’s sake!
Mother’s hands raise – hover
Then come down with a hug.
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Trifecta’s Week 34 challenge is to write 33-333 words using FIREWORKS in the third definition:
3: plural
a : display of temper or intense conflict
b : a spectacular display [the fireworks of autumn leaves]

My mother would always call my fits of temper “fireworks.” She sometimes raised her hands – sometimes brought them down in other displays than hugs, but not often.

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