Dyer IN - Local vet Johnny B. Good refused to give a local pet a sex change operation recently, sources say. The pet's owner, one Susanne Feelings said that her puppy had been acting listless recently. She first wondered if it was born the wrong gender when it did not enjoy the blue sweater she… Continue reading BREAKING: LOCAL VET REFUSES DOG SEX CHANGE OPERATION
Often, the best fiction is the fiction I don’t understand.
Enjoy Gabe’s piece
The dust of shattered stars hung heavy on the air and in his soul. He glanced up towards the unforgiving heavens and their unfeeling ruler, the sun. He pondered subconsciously how something so hot could be so cold. He looked down at his broken feet, bare, bruised, and bloodied red from miles upon miles of fruitless pilgrimage. His blood had been golden once, a remnant of a different time in his life. But now even that was gone, replaced with the crimson red of the dirt and the brutal sun overhead.
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This is a story I wrote that’s part of a series but it stands well on its own.
WARNING – This story is both moving and disturbing. Eight year olds can do crazy things.
Many years before selection
When I was seven years old, both of my parents were still alive. Did they love me? No. Well, one of them did. My mother always cried for me, wondered why I wasn’t like her other children. I could tell, even at seven, that she loved me. She felt sorry for me, yes. She hated me in her love. But she loved me.
My Dad just hated me. Just like he hated and abused my mom. In fact, that abuse was probably what made her so weak on that day. But this story isn’t about my Dad. It’s about my mom. You see, when I was young my Dad was often gone. My mom was there, taking care of me and my half siblings. (This is quite unrelated, but…
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Yup - I'm selling out. I'm doing a book review. The ultimate sign that you don't have the time to write something good for your blog . . . but I have a saving grace. I'm going to review a book ----- that won't be published. Yup, that's right. Someone I knew was writing a book. A… Continue reading Book Review
Thanks, @https://nessie03pardigon.wordpress.com/2017/10/03/liebster-blog-awards/ for nominating me. . . I'm not super familiar with this kind of thing. All I'm sure about is that 99% of the bloggers I've seen have been nominated for this. I think the rules are - but I'm not sure, since I can't read. Question time! 1. What are your three least… Continue reading Leibster Award Thingy
green grass growing blue bubbles flowing silver suds snowing and wind blowing so why does it feel like I’m alone? feel as if I’m dying like I won’t start flying will not leave, lying not denying, yet implying and why is it that in pain all things moan? seeing withering grass… Continue reading Moan, Alone
Guess what? Something I submitted somewhere has been published! How can you find it? Go here at Mending A Broken Chain. The story has previously appeared here on the blog but I took it dow so if you want to read it, you'll have to go to the site. Also, I'm supposed to be encouraging… Continue reading I’ve Been Published!
One of my friends has started a free monthly writing contest! As I said before, I’ll post a challenge prompt every month or so, and readers will have the opportunity to write a short story based on that prompt. After that, you have a chance to vote on your favorite stories. Voting on your own… Continue reading Writing Contest
Weekend Update - It finally happened Well, guys, it finally happened. I broke my New Year’s resolution. I remember it like it was yesterday, everyone at the party kissing as the clock struck twelve, champagne in hand, me stuffed into the closet . . . good times. I remember feeling so proud of myself… Continue reading Weekend Update – It finally happened
A short story. Very short. Since its 150 words, it's pretty poetic. Have fun! I run, attempting to outpace death. Death follows, in the form of broken bottles, broken bottles of alcohol. I stop, winded, and the temptation catches me. Once again I am caught, I lose, and am brought back to the starting line.… Continue reading Attack of Bottle