This seemed like a fun writing assigment from Featured Grownups: A picture is worth 1,000 words Post a picture in 1,000 words or less tell us a story about the picture Those who know me will know it will be hard for me to keep it under 1000 words, but I’ll try. haha. But I’m going …
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Ode to My Ugly Shoes
O shoes so ugly and so wornMy smelly feet you do adornFor years you sat there so forlornYou never asked to be so abused. I bought you that day, all the while knowingThat only for work you’d ever be goingThen daily into the corner, you I’d be throwingYet Sundays and weddings you’d never be used. All these …
Xanga Mad Lib
I don’t know how many of you remember Mad Libs. If you don’t know what I’m talking about read this wiki about it (MadLibs) Well, in the name of mindless diversions and audience participation, I’m going to do one now. The way this will work is that I will have a list of lexical words …
Choose Your Own Adventure
Special Delivery Delivering pizzas was not on the list your guidance counselor in high school gave you after you took that career evaluation test in your Junior year, but here you are… driving up to the big house on the hill sitting next to eight extra large anchovy and jalepeño lover’s specials, trying to hold …
Pizza and Cardboard Boxes
At 8, what made me happy was pizza day in the school cafeteria and big cardboard boxes to play with. At 13, I thought the pizza from the cafeteria tasted like cardboard. And unless the cardboard boxes I got had something cool in it, it didn’t interest me much. My Dad would leave me money to buy a medium “price buster” pizza from …
Tears on Good Friday
On Good Friday…when I was seven… I cried because the image of a dying man scared mewhen I was a teen… I cried because my Lord perished a painful deathwhen I was in college… I cried because of the injustice of this world to send an innocent man to diewhen I was a young man… I …
With Profuse Apologies to Clement Clark Moore…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a blogger was blogging, not even to grouse.The entries were old, written some days ago,In hopes that someone would read them… sorry but, no. The bloggers were weary for taking their tests onlineTo see by what number, or color, or fruit they’re definedKwabert’s hot stock tips dried up, and …
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Dearth of Inspiration
Lately I have not been inspired. Perhaps I haven’t been inspired in months, maybe years. Maybe I’ve never truly been inspired…So what I’m going to do now is post a bunch of random words I pulled out of my refrigerator magnet poetry box and put them here. Try to write a poem out of the …
Ed’s Explosive Ending…
As Michael reached for the towel, a click…0.00001 seconds: The relay from the dead man switch completes the circuit for the fusing device.0.00015 seconds: The battery ramps up in current, providing a charge to the discharge capacitor.0.01 seconds: The capacitor discharges a high voltage charge to the detonator in the plastic explosives0.05 seconds: An exponential chemical reaction begins …
“Whose Eyes Are Those?” Ending…
As the car continued on its journey, Courtney couldn’t help but to periodically stare at the driver. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She knew that face from somewhere… long ago. Once in a while the eyes would look back at her prompting her to look away suddenly even though she knew that his eyes caught hers. I’m …