The Party


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Photo credit: H.R.R. Gorman

He woke up to a head-shattering explosion. No, that was just his head. He dragged himself to the bathroom and emptied both his stomach and his bladder. That must’ve been some party. Too bad he couldn’t remember it.

On his way back to his room, he looked over at Dalia’s makeshift bedroom. She’d set up a cot between some furniture and threw a sheet over the whole thing. For privacy, she said. He didn’t mind; she had found her own place and was moving out soon anyway. He could see her tiny foot sticking out of what seemed to now be a toilet paper infested tent.

Crap, she didn’t drink last night, did she? She said she’d been dry for months now. He went over to the tent and yanked on her foot. She didn’t move. Oh crap! Dalia! Please tell me you didn’t drink!

I didn’t drink! I just came home from night shift! Okay, sorry. He felt giddy with relief.

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Photo credit: Loretta Notto

Darly holds her hand up to the sun and watches her new diamond spew out its brilliance.

“It’s beautiful,” she says. She turns to Robbie and throws her arms around him. “I’m so happy!”

Robbie laughs. “Me too.” He holds Darly’s hand and notices the ring twirling loosely around her finger. “We’d better get it sized properly.”

Darly pulls her hand away. “Not yet. Let me enjoy it for a bit.”

Robbie walks Darly towards her car. They pass a trailer stacked with logs.

“What’s with the firewood?” Darly asks.

“We had to cut down some diseased pine trees. My uncle is taking the logs for his fireplace. I’m running them over to him right now.”

Darly passes her hand over the logs. “Too bad you lost those trees. At least they’ll keep your uncle warm this winter.”

They walk on to Darly’s car. Darly doesn’t notice that there is no longer any brilliance spewing from her hand.

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Name That Writer’s Block!

“There is no such thing as writer’s block.”

Writers hear that a lot. We’re told that we’re not blocked, that if we really try, it’ll come to us. Perhaps not for the novel we’ve been trying to write, or the short story contests we’ve been hoping to enter and possibly win. But if we try, surely we’ll come up with something to write about.

So, what would be a good subject for a writer who supposedly doesn’t have writer’s block to write about? I got it! I’ll write about writer’s block!

Why not? People write about aliens and ghosts and gods and reincarnation, all questionable and scientifically unproven. “There’s no such thing as aliens or ghosts or gods or reincarnation.” I hear that all the time. I think it’s rather smug to say there is no such thing as a thing that is unproven. Like writer’s block for instance.

Okay, so let’s assume there is no such thing. Since I haven’t been able to write about anything for months (this piece doesn’t count) then let’s find out why. Maybe there’s another name for this common phenomenon.

Let’s try “brain fart”. Google tells me a brain fart is a temporary mental lapse or failure to reason correctly. I get that a lot, but I don’t think it would affect my inspiration to write.

How about “senior moment” then? Google has a similar definition to “brain fart”, but refers to aging. I get a lot of that too.

I give up. I have no other name for “writer’s block”. So, let’s google “writer’s block”.

Aha! There is a definition for it: the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing.

It does exist! That being said, I feel a lot better about the fact that, except for a few short writing challenges, I haven’t been able to put pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) in a long time. Now I can relax and let those brain farts, senior moments and writer’s blocks come and go. And then I can… ah… Oh great, I just got a brain fart.

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Resting Peacefully

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Photo credit: Mike Vore

The old man walked through the field at the back of his farm until he reached Daisy May, who was resting peacefully behind some bramble. He put down the carved pumpkin he was carrying and reached for the flag, still crisp from when he had placed it on the truck during the 4th of July.

“It’s Halloween, Daisy May,” he said. “I brought you a present.” He picked up the pumpkin and placed it on the rusty old truck’s hood. He shivered. “It’s getting chilly, Daisy May. Pretty soon it’ll be Christmas. I’ll be sure to bring you some holly. You’ve always liked holly.”

He looked inside the truck and smiled at his beautiful wife Daisy May, who was resting peacefully on the bench seat of the truck with the same name. The truck she had sat in years ago when she had suffered a fatal heart attack.

He reached in and caressed the hair that was eerily still attached to the skull. “See you later, Daisy May.”

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Lucky Coin

Photo credit: Singledust

Mei Ling held back tears as she walked away from Jason’s place. He had just broken up with her. She was holding the lucky two-dollar coin he had given her on their first Chinese New Year together. She tried to remember what year it was.

“Year of the Ass, most likely,” she muttered as she threw the coin into the planter sitting outside a restaurant. She walked on, not noticing the old woman hovering in the doorway.

Two weeks later, Mei Ling was passing by the same restaurant when the old woman stepped outside. It was Chow, an old friend of her mother’s.

“Mei Ling,” she said. “You threw away coin. I took coin, buy lottery ticket.” She handed Mei Ling the ticket. “You won many millions.”

Mei Ling was stunned. “But it’s yours, Chow. You bought it!”

“Huh, Chow old lady, no children. What me do with it? Your mother my good friend. Money for you.” She smiled. “You no need that man you call Ass.”

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Squirrel’s Nest

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Photo credit: Shivangi Singh

The squirrel sat helplessly on the balcony, watching the men take away her tree. Panic shot through her and she began running back and forth on the balcony, screaming and chirping.

Down below, the crew was about to begin cutting up the fallen pine tree when they heard the relentless cries. They looked up and noticed the squirrel running back and forth.

“I think it’s stuck up there,” Alex said.

Dean examined the tree. “There’s a nest in here, with a couple of babies!”

“That’s strange,” said Alex. “They usually nest in hardwood trees, and there are no pinecones in this one to attract them.”

“Regardless, we’ve got to get that squirrel down and back to her babies.”

The crewmen gathered around the fallen tree and together managed to hoist it close to the balcony, allowing the squirrel to jump back into her nest.

“What now?” asked Alex. The others shrugged.

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Meant to Be


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Photo credit: Joy Pixley

Megan and Allie stood atop the old stone bridge, both clad in bathing suits.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve dived off this bridge,” said Allie.

“That’s why I called you when I heard you were back in town,” said Megan.

“I thought you’d still be angry with me. You know, with me hooking up with Josh.” Allie blushed.

“Old news.” Megan shrugged. “If he really cared about me, he wouldn’t have run off with my best friend.”

Allie smiled. “You’re so understanding. I really believe Josh and I were meant to be.”

“Right, meant to be. Shall we, then?”

Allie dove off the bridge in a perfect swan dive. Megan watched her break the water. Moments later, she could see blood rising to the surface, with no trace of Allie.

She smiled. “Oops, I forgot to mention; while you’ve been gone, the water level has been receding quickly. It’s no longer safe for diving.” She walked off the bridge. “Guess it was meant to be.”

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