Sunday, September 17, 2017
Like flash fiction, these are 100 words or less on hot political topics. Enjoy
Take away food stamps, take away Medicaid
SAVE THE CHILD! DON’T KILL YOUR BABY
48 hour, 72 hour waiting periods. No, I’m sorry your insurance can’t cover it.
PULL YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOTSTRAPS! IF YOU CAN’T AFFORD THAT KID KEEP YOUR LEGS SHUT!
No birth control, no sexual education classes
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!
Yes by making us poor, bound to our houses with children we can’t afford and lives we don’t want.
In everything but women’s healthcare and what we do with our vaginas.
Hurricanes and massive fires
Droughts and rising waters.
Whatever, climate change isn’t real.
Scientist gives lectures present global indicators and other evidence.
This is the way it always has been, right?
No, not when we’ve lost nearly 100 gigatons of ice annually in recent years.
So it’s warm. I like it warm.
It’s not about how hot it is, but how fast the temperature is rising. Rapid change is the real threat.
Global Warming is a HOAX!
Yes, of course…because organizations like NASA, NOAA, IPCC, and NAS are all lying to you.
Get a clue.
DACA doesn’t hurt you, they don’t take your money or your job.
They are not criminals, they pay taxes, they go to school.
They were children brought here without their consent.
They deserve to be citizens and they deserve to be protected.
They go to school, they fight for our freedom.
DACA recipients boost out economy
Dreamers are Americans. This is their home too.
Deny them the ability to live in America and YOU are the criminal, not them.
Sunday, August 27, 2017
I got behind in my writing challenge. I am posting it across my two blogs just to shake things up. Fantasy on the book blog, fiction on this one.
Today I am giving you flash fiction. Which means mini stories of 100 words or less. I used to do this all the time back in my Harry Potter Fan Fic days.
An Old Enemy
Valentine’s Day, pink and purple, hearts and lovers everywhere.
I hate this holiday, it feels like my own personal arch nemesis.
I have no love and no one loves me.
Stores advertising cheap chocolate in stiff heart shaped boxes.
Restaurants promoting two for the price of one romantic dinners.
Every year I hide in my house, alone in my room, watching horror movies.
This day reminds me that everyone I love or who has ever loved me is gone.
I won’t do it anymore.
I step off the curb.
I don’t even see the taxi.
Not Quite Identical
Only Debbie got the invitation to Brad’s birthday party.
It was unfortunate but Mom knew that even though they were twins they were also different people.
Identical in every way, but personality.
It wasn’t a surprise Debbie would be invited over Allison.
Allison threw a huge fit, as only an eight year old could. She held onto Debbie’s hand and refused to let go.
Mom was surprised when Debbie left the house without hearing Allison’s wails.
About half an hour later she went into the girl’s room and found Allison locked in their closet, curled up and asleep.
Grandma was crazy and no one liked to visit her.
She smelled of peppermint and so did her apartment.
She claimed it was a cure for everything.
Peppermint drops, oil, even air freshener.
Her house smelled like Santa should live there.
She told me that if you combined peppermint with a long hug all your troubles would vanish.
So when I broke the wristwatch she gave me for my birthday I expected hard candy and an overly long hug.
Instead I found her dead in her bed.
She’d been dead over a week and no one noticed.
That damn peppermint.
Sweating, heart pounding, can’t keep up.
Skinny girl on the TV in skin tight work out gear, all yellows and blue.
Words on a page, scribbled in frantic hurry.
Bag under the bed with additional instruments to help the goal.
Binge and purge.
Love food, hate food.
Step on the scale, step off.
Take a crap.
Get back on the scale.
Start at the beginning and repeat.