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Flat Tire?

This is a short story for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Friday Fictioneers” which is a 100 word fiction piece on the photo prompt.

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PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

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As the Johnson family stepped out of the car parked on the side of the road, they looked fearfully around. Just before the tire blew out they heard what sounded like a gunshot.

The sound wasn’t repeated, but a few people headed out of the little store by the filling station. One of them was an old-timer with a rifle over his shoulder. Everyone scurried out of his way.

“What the hell?” Mr. Johnson said.

Clem turned around, shot another bottle on the shelf and then pointed at their rear tire and fired.

“Grandpa! What are you doing?”

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Please read the fantasy story from my friend and vote if you like it.

Please read the fantasy story from my friend and vote if you like it.  http://www.inkitt.com/stories/17239

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Light and Shade Challenge – Haiku

29th July 2015 – Lock and Key

Every Wednesday we put up a new Challenge. There is a picture, a quotation and a 500 word limit. The Challenge is to take whatever is sparked by the picture and/or the quotation, however tenuous or remote the connection, and see how much fun you can have in 500 words. We never count the words. The main thing that is important to us (Lyssa Medana and Thomas Marlowe) is the fun.You have until midnight GMT Tuesday. Here is the picture prompt. Please credit if you show it on your blog.

Image courtesy of WikiCommons

This week’s quote is from Hunter S Thompson:
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Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh Copy-Right 2015

The Key of our minds,

It locks up all the bad things,

Hidden from our past.

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Three Word Wednesday – Haiku

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Three Word Wednesday

3WW Week No. 438

As you well know, each week I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there’s no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.
(And if you want a hint as to when I post three new words, follow me on Twitter @tgabrukiewicz.)

I do invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers, poets and bloggers who clamor for your feedback. Share with friends. Tweet the love. Let us build this community. 

Reflect, verb: (of a surface or body) throw back (heat, light, or sound) without absorbing it, (of a mirror or shiny surface) show an image of, embody or represent (something) in a faithful or appropriate way, (of an action or situation) bring (credit or discredit) to the relevant parties, bring about a good or bad impression of, think deeply or carefully about.

Tedious, adjective: too long, slow, or dull: tiresome or monotonous.

Waste, verb: use or expend carelessly, extravagantly, or to no purpose, bestow or expend on an unappreciative recipient, (of a person or a part of the body) become progressively weaker and more emaciated, kill or severely injure (someone) (informal); adjective: (of a material, substance, or byproduct) eliminated or discarded as no longer useful or required after the completion of a process; noun: an act or instance of using or expending something carelessly, extravagantly, or to no purpose, material that is not wanted; the unusable remains or byproducts of something.

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Written by Tessa Smeigh Copyright 2015

Reflect on my life,
Life should not be tedious.
What a waste of time.
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Fun Land!

This is a short story for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields “Friday Fictioneers” which is a 100 word fiction piece on the photo promt.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

Fun Land is so much better on sunny days, but the kids were having fun throwing snowballs and riding the rides that were offered.

There was a souvenir booth and Rodney and Randy were headed there. They had money and wanted to spend it.

To get over there they had to pass the rails where the little train ran. They were so busy throwing snowballs as they ran, they didn’t notice the train until it hit them. They didn’t hear the screams.

The parents hadn’t accompanied them and the teachers had to inform the parents of the accident. Both dead!

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This is my first fiction piece in quite a while and I am not exactly happy with it, but with so little time it will have to do.

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Sweet Little Lies – a prompt from The Daily Post

Sweet Little Lies

As kids, we’re told, time and again, that lying is wrong. Do you believe that’s always true? In your book, are there any exceptions?

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I took this lesson from my parents to heart. I am honest to a fault. I have hurt people’s feelings depending on what mood on my Bipolar Disorder swing I happen to be in though and that is not good.

Now with that being said, when I am playing nice. I don’t want to hurt people. If they ask me if I like their new dress. I will say yes. A little white lie that avoids a lot of tears.

I think we should be honest with the big things and I usually can’t stop myself from telling the truth.

In order to avoid cheating on my marriage and thereby hurting my husband (who I now am sure was cheating on me) I told him flat out I was going to have sex with another man. No cheating and he had equal rights (still didn’t know about the others then) and we agreed to an open marriage. I risked a divorce (it did come later when he left me for someone else), but honesty was more important to me.

Tessa

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Three Word Wednesday – Haiku

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Three Word Wednesday

3WW Week No. 437

As you well know, each week I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there’s no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.

(And if you want a hint as to when I post three new words, follow me on Twitter @tgabrukiewicz.)

I do invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers, poets and bloggers who clamor for your feedback. Share with friends. Tweet the love. Let us build this community. 
Metallic, adjective: of, relating to, or resembling metal or metals, (of sound) resembling that produced by metal objects striking each other; sharp and ringing, (of a person’s voice); emanating or as if emanating via an electronic medium, having the sheen or luster of metal; noun: a paint, fiber, fabric, or color with a metallic sheen.
Optimal, adjective: best or most favorable; optimum.
Polished, adjective: shiny as a result of being rubbed, accomplished and skillful, refined, sophisticated, or elegant. 
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Written by Tessa Smeigh Copyright 2015

Metallic Objects,
Optimal Sheen and Polished,
Displayed so Freely.
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Giant Fish Tank – (Non-Fiction)

A few years before our divorce A and I went to the Bahamas. Almost 20 years ago.

A is scuba diver and he was quite upset I wouldn’t dive with him and so he set up dives while we were there. I was terrified to put on equipment and go under the water. I had a snorkel and mask and fins with me, but I was afraid of that too.

He convinced me to try snorkeling. Well finally after an hour or more we finally got the mask on my face and face in the water. The water is really clear and you could see fish swimming around. Now my heart starts beating fast. I am terrified of the rays and barracudas and what not down there. All of a sudden a huge barracuda starts to rise to the surface and I scream. A comes over and says I heard you screaming through the water and I still have the mask and snorkel on and screamed under the surface. I had had enough.

Another day he wants to take me out on a boat to a snorkeling ridge where the Angel Fish are about a foot big.

Now we had smaller angel fish in our fish tank a home. He was always trying to get me to put my arm in and clean the tank. I told him know. I didn’t want those fish touching me.

So we went out on the boat. It took me a little less time to get the mask on. We were given bags of food. I should have known what was going to happen. I jumped in and was attacked by the giant angel fish. I screamed again and was told to give them the food. They are used to being fed.

I found myself in a GIANT FISH TANK. And panic washed over me. That did not strike me as funny and no I never cleaned his fish tank.

Tessa

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Honest Honey the Fish are Dead – (Non-Fiction)

This was about 30 years ago. My then husband, A, and I and of course our 2 daughters K1 and K2 were with us. Our son, W, wasn’t born yet. 

We lived in North Carolina at the time because A was in the Marine Corps. We lived on base and the housing wasn’t 2 bad.

Every weekend we went down to the shore and to our favorite pier and fished. Now I am afraid to touch fish, worms and other equally disgusting things. I put shrimp on my fishing pole. If I caught something A would have to take it off the line. That was all there was to it. 

K1 would run around and kick the sharks off the pier. The others weren’t too happy about that. They didn’t want them back in the water to catch. She wasn’t more than 3 years old at the most. K2 was around 2 years old or so and was in the playpen and practicing for her future career as a pitcher. She threw everything across the pier and into the water including her bottle. Great job.!

This one day we caught a lot of fish and A didn’t eat fish. He usually cleaned them for me. This day he said if I wanted to eat them I had to clean them. We took them home and he dumped them in the sink.

“Relax, they are all dead now and they won’t hurt you.”

I looked at him and the sink and he hand me the knife.

I tried to pick one up very carefully. It was slippery and kept sliding back into the sink. I finally got a couple cleaned and picked up another one.

Well it moved in my hand and the next thing I knew a fish went flying through the air and into the wall. Splat! The knife followed it.

That was it! I was done cleaning fish. A finally finished cleaning them for me.

I never, ever touched another one dead or alive, which was interesting when the kids wanted to fish in the lake in front of our house and actually caught a fish. “Wait til your dad gets home!”

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Practice Makes Perfect? – by the Daily Post

Tessa:

A prompt from my other blog!

Originally posted on Advocate for Invisible Illness!:

Practice Makes Perfect?

Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.

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I played the trumpet through my school years. I could read music, but not the notes so well as to the length to hold them. I was a fair player once I learned the tune. 

But what I dreamed of doing is playing the piano. I watched my friends and relatives who played and of course I loved the music coming out of it. I taught myself how to play the top melody with the right hand and it sounded pretty good, but I had no teacher so I slowly played with the right hand and brought in the left hand after working on trying to play it. I managed to play some simple songs with both hands. I was happy. And it was all the sweeter since I taught myself.

Tessa

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Meet and Greet – meet some new bloggers!

A meet and greet. Plenty of new bloggers to check out on here. I reblogged on the other blog and it won’t let me do it for this one so I am adding the link here instead.  Meet and Greet!

Lots of new blogs to peruse.

Tessa

http://www.tessacandoit.wordpress.com

http://www.finallyawriter.com

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Clean Slate – by The Daily Post – Prompt

Tessa:

Written on “Advocate for Invisible Illness!”

Originally posted on Advocate for Invisible Illness!:

Clean Slate

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

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As I walk in to this room I see it is a bedroom. The room is small and the owner has too much stuff for such a little room. You can see by a lot of the stuff that this person lives in this room as their living quarters. There is also a cat that is evidenced by the kitty litter box.

It is obvious the person is a slob. There is trash and recycles piled up. Looks like several weeks worth that need to go downstairs. If you look closely you realize this person also has hoarding tendencies. There is stuff piled on the floor and yet you can see empty drawers in the plastic cabinets used…

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Release Me – by Daily Post

Tessa:

From my blog “Advocate for Invisible Illness”

Originally posted on Advocate for Invisible Illness!:

Release Me

Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish — and what it was like to set it free.

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I think the blog post that made me the most nervous to publish was Day 4 Identify your audience. I was very nervous about this one because it was a heart-felt letter written to my children about my mental illness and when they were growing up, my suicide attempt and how much I needed their help at times. I posted a link on Facebook with their names so they could come and read it and I have not heard one word from any of them. Not one peep, not one angry word, not one loving word. It was liked pretty much by my readers, but my own children don’t seem to care. They would like to forget that any of that happened I guess…

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Land of Confusion – by Daily Post

Tessa:

Published on my other blog.

Originally posted on Advocate for Invisible Illness!:

Land of Confusion

Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!

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I loved English and Creative Writing (can you tell?), but when it came to math I just wanted to run and hide. I started out with the old math when I was very young and then came the new math. It went downhill from there.

I could do Algebra 1, no problem and even enjoyed some of those problems, but when it came to Algebra 2 and Trigonometry I lost it. I stumbled through that class and barely got passing grades. I never took Geometry and I had no basis to go on any further in Math. 

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Born to Be With You – by the Daily Post

Tessa:

Story of my best friend from my other blog.

Originally posted on Advocate for Invisible Illness!:

Born to Be With You

Got a soul-mate and/or a best friend? What is it about that person that you love best? Describe them in great detail — leave no important quality out.

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I found my best friend very late in life. We met each other about 7, maybe 8 years ago on an internet group. We live around 5 miles from each other and with similar interests we decided to meet in person. I was around 50 then and she is around 9 or 10 years older than me. 

We met at a local restaurant and she told me she would be wearing red shoes. That was how I was to know who she was. We found each other immediately. The group we met in could be a very judgmental group, but we don’t judge each other. We help each other out. We talk things through and she has…

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What I wanted to be when I grew up – by the Daily Post

Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

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I had visions of dropping beneath the ocean waters and studying the ocean. I was interested in shipwrecks and in sea life. What better way to spend your days. Out on ships and on projects needing trips underwater. I wanted to be an oceanographer.

I was quite a bit older when I realized there was a problem with my thinking. I am afraid to put my head underwater. I am afraid to snorkel although I did finally snorkel in the Bahamas in that beautiful clear water. I was afraid of what was in the water because I felt like I was in a large fish tank and last, but not least there was no way I could put that SCUBA diving equipment on and drop into the deep ocean.Alas I had to give up my dream of being an oceanographer. I still miss that dream, but my mind would not allow it. 

Tessa

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Temp Jobs and Agencies – Haiku

Temp Jobs and Agencies

BY TERESA DEAN SMEIGH 2015

Temporary Jobs,

Constantly moving from one

To another one.


Published in honor of my son and his many years of spending time in temporary agencies and spending a lot of time changing jobs. He left a permanent well-paying job because he hated the company politics and welding. So he joins temp agencies and what is he doing? Welding for a lot less money. He had plans to be a personal in-home personal trainer and he has a certificated, but jumping into a job like that won’t be easy.

Tessa

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My Mouth is Zipped – prompt from the Daily News (non-fiction)

Never

Tell us about a thing you’ll never write about.

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The thing that I will never write about is the details of my experiences with wife-swapping and an open marriage. This is something we withheld from the children and our regular friends and besides it is not the kind of thing that belongs in a public journal type blog.

I did bring this up briefly in the story of the break-up of our marriage, but didn’t go into details except for the one who broke us up. The rest is not necessary to be publicly known.

There were some good and bad parts about the experience and it eventually led to the breakup of our marriage. I do not regret this experience, but I wouldn’t recommend it to others who are trying to mend a broken marriage.

Tess

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5 days, 5 photos. Day 5

5 days, 5 photos. Day 5

The Rules: The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”. Thanks to HBHATNAGAR for doing this post and not nominating me. :-)    I said I’d give it a try and here I am!

I’ve decided to forgo nominations this time. I’ve bothered people enough with nominations. So give it a try if you haven’t yet and want to. Heck give 2 tries if you want to.

This is a picture of my silly cat, Sara. Afraid of people and animals.

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This is my kitty,

She is afraid of people.

Run, kitty cat, run!

Sara

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Saved by the Bell – prompt by the Daily Post

Saved by the Bell

Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation at the very last minute.

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A couple I used to babysit for had a son who was about 13. I was 15. They didn’t want to tie him down to babysit his brother and sister so they hired me. Things went along well for several weeks and then one night he came home early with a friend and they tried to rape me. Thankfully it was time for his parents to come home so they hopped up and headed out the back door. Talk about saved by the bell (parents coming home).

Tessa

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