Category Archive:words


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Autumn approaches
Termination dust settles
Time to hibernate
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Time for Friday Haiku with Lou. I put a link to a picture printed by a local newspaper story about Termination Dust – surprised I don’t have any pics at hand to show you. Will have to remedy that soon . . . well, as soon as I replace my camera. However we look at it, winter is fast approaching Kenai . . . the fireweed topped out a week or so ago and the air has a decided bite to it. We’re skipping past summer right into pre-winter.

Ahhhhhhhlaska – I love you, I do.

Let’s get married.

What? When?

Now. Let’s hop a train to Vegas and ride the pink Cadillac into the chapel with Elvis. Let’s get hitched, baby.

You’re crazy. We just met. I don’t know why anyone would want me anyway. I’d just push you away. I’d hurt you in the end.

I’m not crazy – I won’t let you push me around. I love you, baby. You know I do. So what we just met? Don’t you believe in love at first sight? Where’s your romance, girl?

Romance? Pfft! You don’t want me. I’m all used up. You don’t want me.

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Mel, standing in for Lance and LeeRoy, chose Matchbox 20’s Push for this week’s 100 Word Song challenge. Wonder what will happen to my star-crossed lovers in days to come?

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

She was 3 when she’d come to this house: too small to be noticed. Easy to ignore. The years since had been lackluster, joyless. Susan sighed. Today was her 16th birthday. Nobody remembered.
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Trifecta’s weekend challenge was to add 33 words to the judges’ proffered 33 words . . . moving the story along. The italicised words are Trifecta’s.

9:30 a.m.

Shawna gasped, turned red, and her heart began to beat a tattoo against her ribs.

“This is just between you and me, Linda. I shouldn’t have said anything. The words just flew out of my mouth.”

“It’s okay, Shawna. I won’t say anything.”

12:30 p.m.

“ . . . and then she said . . . but this is just between us, Lora, okay?”

“No problem, Linda. I understand. What happened after that?”

2:30 p.m.

“Harriet¸ you know what Linda told me today?”

5:30 p.m. Dinnertime with Dave and Shawna.

“I tell you, Dave. The women I work with are such gossips! I told Linda that in confidence!”
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I had to laugh today as I heard “this is just between you and me” repeated several times between different people. I know this is not a purely feminine thing as I have heard men repeat stories better left un-repeated. That said, it IS more often women I hear repeat the mantra “this is just between us.” Can I just say – it is NEVER just between you. Funny how those words just fly out of your mouth, eh?

Written for VV’s challenge, FLEW.

And, please, do go over and wish Velvet Happy Birthday!

Devon sat with DeeDee on a bench in Misty Park. Spooning is what their great grandparents called it. Gettin’ a lil sumpin-sumpin is what the kids called it.

As he nuzzled her neck Devon whispered, “They call this the twilight of the Gods. Do you know why?”

DeeDee shivered in delight as Devon found the right spot. Her breath came in gasps and she could barely ask, “why?”

“Because only the Gods could create such beauty at this time of the night; could create beauty in you. You are perfect. We are perfect together.”

DeeDee breathed her last in rapture.
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Lance’s 100 Word challenge this week is using the song Monkey Wash, Donkey Rinse by Warren Zevon. The above is my take from one of the lines that jumped out at me.

Your turn.