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Due space ... cyber space, sillies @ a thing they call BLOG BOARD, am considering re-booting FICTION FANDANGO. Also, did find former arena for viewing latest blog creations from community members. Who blog along @ the train we may dub http://www.writing.com. At that spot one may still find latest blogs by date & hour. This random thing that swept the site like a cow catcher, never cut it with moi. Writing seriously comes @ a price. Not costly in the least, instead a crux quite easy on the eye and mentally relaxing fer sure. That's the craft for you --- when folks dedicate their works to a degree of ultimate impression for their audience. 'Random' applied like salvage for lackluster pieces clocks in as unfunny, uncanny sameness, tech gear only, buy-this-buy-that, keep up with the Jonses, be a married couple only, paint the white picket fence of online persona clone-ship is history. It always was for a talented ken of authorship. So, if boredom turns you on, personally can't even grasp the concept. Okay? Previously FANDANGO underwent a major wash & dry, hung out to air since ... summer 2013, when blogs crumbled along with golden rod, last Autumn. A year before --- 2012 @ Teffom Estates came with discoveries which eventually tuned into major news events due revelations from Edward "Scissors hands" Snowden. International press hounded the guy all the way to Moscow. What he revealed to the American Public, due a closed and corporate owned media in the States ... went entirely unrelated to domestic spying. A blight on these shores, to be sure. Suffice, IF TEFF rants, don't think she dislikes EVERYONE. I don't. I do run the EVERYONE contests and oh my --- have nerve to dub myself Prez @
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Regionally we can only do our best. Of course, thru our writing. Most folks are not active protesters, another thing like even a hint of news (shunned onsite) remains in disfavor nationwide. Oh, yes, my pretties, tis in fact out there like a ground cover of wild geranium. Why, lucky we color ourselves when finding real news, these days. Hoaxes come, entrapment stories build but common sense lives on in a place you may dub: -------- FICTION ------ FANDANGO ------- A ----- WRITER'S ----- BLOGGEROO. HAPPY NEW YEAR. Deadline Jan 30 ... @
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July 9, Saturday prompt from Proseperous Snow during "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"  December 21, 2012 is supposed to be the end of the world. Do you think it will it be a cataclysmic shift of Earth itself, a transformative shift in human consciousness, or something else? from group blogger: Prosperous Snow celebrating   THE DEMISE OF SPECIFIC PLACES on Planet Earth is an ongoing topic which should concern all parents, students, individuals and consumers who use utilities in their humble abodes. Take the guy on the corner, whom seems to make it into every decade, he travels the world like a non-warm-fuzzy Santa appearing in a costume of a beggar somedays, a monk another. This poor guy overcomes the harshest elements wheresoever he stands outside in snow or rain, waving that popular slogan of his --- THE END OF THE WORLD IS NEAR! Nobody listens because the G-8 rules the world we live on. Money is more important than geographic specifics in any county, including the USA. Here it is King Coal which took the tops of 500 mountains in West By God Virginia alone. Fracking or gas fracturing is currently invading northern PA, yet currently making it's nasty demands in wide speculation (county's wide) surrounding farm land in upstate New York. Suffice to say there are many links online to educate the population which still uses air conditioning, still fakes the statistics and honestly believes in things like clean coal, non-polluted skies. This major group of US citizens drinks unsafe water and often pays costly bills for the privilege of watching many of their older relatives contact cancer. Anyone who followed 2010's Toronto, G-8 summit or researches same --- may note the voice of Canadian Tribes become rapidly stifled in the media, their outbursts dubbed anarchy, the plight of their homelands destroyed in the Canadian Tar Sands spilling over toward Saskatchewan's Bakken Shale. People who rallied to stop this horrendous destruction spoke up, were arrested by the thousands in Toronto that year. See: http://www.ostseis.anl.gov/guide/photos/index.cfm for Tar Sands Photos. However, should you find these pix ugly, please treat yourself to the US version of what MTR .. does inside the nine states where Valley Fill Mining has taken place. I live near a mountain range, near Hawk Mountain Bird Sanctuary and the entire practice of removing a mountain apex makes my blood run cold, adding sympathy for entire Appalachian communities whose water supplies and air quality is utterly gone, no longer there. South Americana is under attack from oil companies, while British Petroleum caused the death of Seafood in the Gulf of Mexico in the Spring of 2010. India is not out of the picture by any means, now asked to give over large swaths of arable, farmland for developers who shall destroy or dam their means of making a livelihood. Take heed, my friends. Wake up and research the coffee. Yes, you'll be surprised what Bing search will not offer you. Yes, you'll be able to order books by subject on Amazon. No your school children will not hear very much about the state of the world's sorrowfully beleaguered dying lands. In the USA, they talk of the 1% which controls the funds. Oh, please it's already changed to 3%. Yes, you may ask your closest librarian to order these factual reads. Librarians are often at wit's end on what to purchase annually, monthly. The utility companies who charge you millions of dollars for electricity from unsafe nuke plants do so for profits and these plants are coal fed disasters waiting to add to the demise of the country state by state. Here's the "Invalid Item" April Newsletter -- today, opening I-net wise."Invalid Entry" "Invalid Entry" After you leave this blog ask yourself when is the last time you heard anything about the Chernobyl disaster and the aftermath which effects a region to this day. Next, place Fukijima into the same self questionnaire. Then like all the others who are refusing utilities by the millions to take a stand, maybe you too can read your new environmentally savvy non-fictions during the daylight hours. Au Revoir, mon amis. Don't shoot the messenger, needs to be said and is not science fiction. These types of ruination, evident in our lifetime are daily destroying acreage, killing people, wildlife and vegetation just as badly as Agent Orange dropped by the USA in Vietnam. PS: Dear fellow bloggers --- Yes, the proverbial look see, aka research on the above subjects are downers, yet best be pre-warned. Vermont claims a nuke that has been under duress for years, but can't even be taken offline by that state's governor. Nation, we're in a pickle allright. One we may despise but everytime we watch a television media tell us the American Dream is entitlement of this and that and sideways from an entire month of Sundays ... we can live purely, less complicated via better choice. The first suggestion is --- education which will go a long way for protection of our Earth and those who live here. |
| July 9 Prompt: " ... If you could give yourself a call on a past birthday of yours, what would you tell yourself?" 'Tis one of those rare moments when one might chuckle imagining phoning oneself. Since one unforgettable rule of journalism is to never use first person pronoun, I ... seems FANDANGO's left general standards behind this month. Well, fellow bloggers suppose we let that slide. My last birthday came with a list of rejuvenators. 1. Pretend you are younger. This one also came with an entire suitcase of memoirs from a favorite house belonging to a relative, where for many years yours truly was also in residence. In the keepsake pile, to my surprise, was a baby picture of moi. Not yet a year old. puffy cheeks, eyes set a bit further apart but looking like both of my daughters at approx the same age. Runs in the family, of course. Then hauling out more snapshots, dedicating a wide windowsill to the delight of visiting kin. Beside a fresh vase of flowers ... lilies and white daisies, people admit they can't tell who is who with that temporary visit down memory lane. Once in a while, flashing about the house in babydoll pajamas, with wide gulps of air expanding my cheeks. For the life of me, can't do the smaller eye thing. Ever hopeful for achieving a younger look, taking to an olive oil cure. Which smooths many a budding wrinkle on a good day, enhancing hair growth & color, while adding strength to fingernails. Next up, olive oil is excellent for cleaning your ears. 2. Hello, is Mary home? Yeah, wuz up, sweetheart? Try to be a better writer. Reading, after all is said and done always impressed me most of the entire last year over my own witing time. Still does. Seeing this writer with her head stuck inside a book for more than half a day is not unusual. Yesterday started THE SIEGE OF SALT COVE, a 2004, novel from W W Norton & Company (NY) written by Anthony Weller. With vocab to die for Mr Weller extols on a Massachusetts coastal town which defies state authorities over destruction of an historic wooden foot bridge. Better yet is the frequent use of at least three adjectives for nouns in the telling. Fandango's July blogs may find gabby TEFFY, a lawn chair just a-readin, a-gardenin or a-birdin. Summer on, ladies & gents. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Blogging for: "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" July 7, 2011 Prompt Music can be inspirational. Has music ever inspired you to write or to create? If so, what music inspires you the most? Any particular song(s) or artist(s)? If not, what inspires you to write? ladyphoenix My roommate is a musician and a relation and a great kid. He's a gifted musician, plays an accordion,* base & acoustic guitars, a piano keyboard. Yup, lot's of music when he's home. Which is fine by me, since I am a listener who basically forgets every lyric known to mankind, and titles, along with group names. Now, goes without saying I am a confessed, die-hard Little Feat fan. Since, I only saw them three times live, I often rely on tapes to lift the spirits. So, after a Dec 2K8 concert which left me a bit giddy as twas between holidays, when we were all joyful, this seems to have added to the allure of their unique sound by placing that event into my file where the address Memory Lane abounds. So, I wrote a story with Little Feat in mind. I'll go look for the bitems, open them temporarily since much of my former short stories were closed onsite, kinda a privacy ken. Music for me must have the proper beat, since they call me a dancer.
*When Hotshot first purchased the accordion, I thought my life was over, as I nearly went deaf. Natch, these take a strong man to play as they are quite heavy; you can't ignore them about the house. So, day one, came to pass. All of a sudden on a Sunday morning, here comes the strain of church sounds, so deep, I thought I was at a funeral procession in New Orleans. Then, I was transported to the opening of a wedding while awaiting the bride's entrance. To finish out my bright morning, before Hotshot moved onto the porch by public request .. there was nothing but the inspirational mind's eye view of seeing a line of priests, dressed in full silky regalia, leaving church. Maybe those guys also had tooo much organ. Suffice when two cars pulled into the carlot, drivers inquiring what time the service started .. well we both had enough of that damn accordion. Note the entire title, please @ "Invalid Item" |
| Writing for: "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" July 6 prompt from aralls "If life had a "redo" or "rewind" button would you use? If so, what situation comes to mind? If not, why?" This one's a little tricky. Yesterday @ this desk oh how temptation for truth telling, soul searching mode was born again ... as current, heartbreaking troubles surfaced like a dead fish caught in a polluted estuary. Once you meet a psychopath there's no turning back. Life as you thought you knew it is then over, capputzi. Kibosh all claims for your own sanity to stand the test of time. You may never rid yourself of the blighted one. However, I had a marvelous note the other day, from a brand new friend who supplied information at once. Information, one needs to know if dealing with a psychopath. Teffy needs reply to that kind note, which answered my appeal. This morning, spent about an hour watching playful golden finches attack merely three open sunflowers. The seasons rewind annually as nature intended. God, these males are so bright, reminding one of crime scene tape. Which is best avoided, of course. The female finch is tawdry, greenish, brown also but lovely. These active little birdies even eat upside down. I once knew a fellow in dire straights. This poor lamb was broke, his money had been scarfed and that case is pending, I think. It seems not everyone makes up their minds these days. Oh, these trying times. We can't rewind spin .. we can only curse it. The saying nowadays runs ... if it's only half a story, it is a lie. Well, we find the death of journalism on the TV. Wish to rewind that aspect of news gathering .. good luck. Like -- who in the hell believes Oswald shot JFK? Your local highschool textbooks proclaim he did the dirty deed. Once I had the most wonderful gift, for I grew to know this fabulous lady. Louise was only 82 when we met. She trusted me with her correspondence for almost two years. Wow, was she ever a letter writer. However, she dubbed me her scribe because she was blind. One day we were on our way somewhere, and I was overly talkative as usual, detailing both sides of the road, the colors of the countryside.Then, I went too far. Oh way back in 2003 ... We had previously torn Dubya apart like a filthy rag. So I go --- "Louise, people who know me say I am outspoken." That poor woman laughed for almost five minutes. She had tears running down her face. So, when you reach the point where you actually hope to recover an instant in time ... you might even recapture some lost humour. Wit could be in all writing, but of course it isn't. When yours truly turned to the keyboard seriously --- oh way, way back in the day -- 1999 --- actually ... I promised myself to add the funny side of life. That, my dears, can be called contemporary realism. Louise was such a great listener. So was my favorite soul, a man among men, my one and only --- Lamby Pie above. People have to be careful since rewinding is only memory after long stretches. Make less mistakes is probably one way to fly. Choose friends or acquaintances by the inner instinct is one suggestion. Has anyone reading this blog ever disowned another human? No? Well, a bit rare, most likely that action. Two people among my maiden name fam ... disowned a relative. Guess who is one of those two people. Moi. I ran to a notary and cut the tie that didn't really bind me to an in-law. But, I sure do wish I had never laid eyes on such a monster. Thass why tis better to recall the saintly Louise, who swore her own father from the state of Indiana, a baker, a popular guy, never had a bad word for anyone. Imagine that compliment.*** Louise listened to me extoll my short stories --- their conception. She really liked SOJOURN TO INVERNESS in its opening, plot phase. CONFESS WITH THE DEVIL, I read her aloud, all 19 pages. She wanted that one at a publishing house. When all is said and done, I'm very glad to have been, my dear friend, Madam Louise's scribe. *** Me? I'm so damn Irish, I'd criticize a postage stamp. |
| Prompt: "When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. This is my religion." Isn't there an attribute to Abe Lincoln here for July 5th's prompt? Yes. Comical slant, no doubt. Now, as far as freedom of speech goes, where I come from and the places I've lived ... suffice --- criticism is a part of speech. Insults, complaints, confession, compliments, questions -- all parts of speech. Sorry, let's say TEFF's hails from Missouri, people. I honestly (and yeah there stands the connotation of Honest Abe, according to presidential nicknames) .... Furthermore ... Do not believe Abe said such a thing. Firstly, needing to know when he pronounced such a piddley bit of eloquence. Plus, any journalist worth his/ her salt needs to address a quote source. So, if you'll be patient a sec ... dear readers, fellow bloggers .. searching for a desk reference here at the house, which hasn't been opened in over a month of Sundays. Now, the cellars out, but it is cool down here, so maybe I'll bring down a lawn chair later as we do not abide air conditioning. Too expensive, too fossil foot print. Now, the shame of misplacing BARTLETT's is upon moi. Ah, thass right, didn't someone pull up out front and ask for a car jack last winter? Having one that was so rusty, it may have self destructed instantly, we offered up -- good old Bartlett's ... figuring it wouldn't be missed. Let that faux paus be a glaring lesson to us all, kids. Namely: part with a few things or none or never lend out anything at anytime. Checked the garage, the barn loft, sneezed a hayday of guffaws up there. Had to take a shower to rid myself of hayseeds, clingy straw. Where is the freakin thing? Ah, that Bartlett's /// simply Librarian ID for: BARTLETT'S FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS compiled in 1919. "MOM!" Uh oh, shouting. "Whatya mean, a snow plow took the thing to the next small town? Are you sure?" "MOM -- it's gone. You said you'd never use such an antiquated POS." "Did I?" "You said it was online if you needed it?" "Did I really? Sunnyovich, hell with it then." Allrighty then. Abe most likely never used --- "when I do good." Since his era (Abe Lincoln-- b. Feb 12, 1809 d. April 15, 1865) was a time of beyond florid fluency for American LIT. This tophatted, bearded, assassinated prez .. well versed ... surely must have said ... IF --- I do well. The entire quote bespeaks of modern day feel fuzzy, cookie cutter, niceness. Similar to shrink speak, perhaps. Then too, this guy had an entire war to feel bad about. Tis my opinion that fiasco should never have happened. Which sets the stage for diplomacy first ala serious negotiations, pacifism, etc. Brother shooting brother, neighbor killing neighbor that close to the Mason Dixon with or without the Firing on DC -- inflaming the US Calvary in the first place ... gruesomely leaving over 3,000 laid down in nearby Gettysburg ... all add to an American Travesty no matter how quippingly brilliant the Gettysburg Address of Nov 19, 1863. OF: the section: "This is my religion." Pshaw. Abe Lincoln's wife, Mary Todd was into a paranormal quest. Yes, good works begets accomplishment, maybe even pride in achievement or a boost to one's charitable generosity bent. Shall we then consider the philosophical aside of a proverbial helping hand? In this country we are constantly told to seek and pursue an impossible American Dream, which should be sliced in quarters like a large hoagie at a sunny picnic table. Today, given the state of the union, lower forty-eight, etc the theme morphs to American families surviving while Wall Street's, highly overpaid Banksters go uncharged with white collar crime because the SEC is ineffective or compliant. In 2008-9 American Taxpayers lost the US Treasury due TARP bailouts. Now, tell me when I watched four of my neighbors load up their children, their pets their furniture from their homes which they were inside and paying for while they paid property taxes, school taxes for said homes ... for over five productive years --- Oh try to ask me --- to wrap FANDANGO around feel good & feel bad. Nope, still out here in Never Never Land ... with there wasn't a dry eye in our tiny burb that day during the fateful Autumn of 2008. One house was resold. The other one is still emply where those people made their final statement. They actually left two high-backed rocking chairs on the front porch. These remnants from a bygone era are identically white wood, rocking in the wind, exposed to the elements, each silent Christmas covered in snow. Everytime one dares to look upon these abandoned chairs, the epitome of feel bad indubitably wafts across nearby fields like jackrabbits avoiding buckshot. Moral of the story, don't believe everything you hear. While rants & venting clock in as plain old parts of the English Language, mon amis. Now, we'll all 'ave chances to air our views whenever we blog. Best to aptly contrive our blogs whether in agreement with prompts or disecting same. Maybe yes, maybe no. Meanwhile as belts tighten across the land --- Slicing another submarine sandwich in eigths to accomodate a family of four is not that unusual. Sorry, needs to be said. Arrivederci! LONG LIVE THE USA!! |
Prompt Subject: Legal Gay Marriage TO TELL YOU THE GOD'S HONEST TRUTH, PREJUDICE AGAINST RACE OR ethnic origin is not the same as discussions re: same sex marriage. However, here in the states such talks provoke waves of discontent among the gay, lesbian, homosexual community onsite or off. Best avoided like a midget on roller skates headed your way in a drug store aisle. Yes, we have LIT, movies, spin media, two sides and none of us can forget that the great actress Rosie Mc Donell is indeed married, and raising adopted children. Well, many people from all walks of life may pick their favorite celebs any week of the year. So what. That is personal preference. I do not think that marriage is the cream of crop answer for true love. Some don't last. Therefore taking New York state's acceptance of gay marriages last week, according to the New York Times ... this was "where it all began.' ME: the proposal of simple acceptance for gay rights which moved to Cally as quick as the blink of an eagle's eye lid ... back in the Seventies, man. Allrighty then. In order to prevent a major tie-up in divorce courts, I rather am against gay marriage. California at first ratified gay marriages, but in 2010 revoked the lawful marriages. Now, couples didn't know whether they were married or not? Secondly, I tend to think that people are shaped by their inherited genes & by environment. Seeing two men kiss at the kitchen table as one runs off to work, where his new mate's legal married name is now on his glorified insurance benefits ... eh ... watched by an adoptive five year old son (e.g.) is --- Not my favorite scenario. Plus, I think the kid can be life wise effected, despite the son role in BIRD CAGE. I was mad at Robin Williams for acting like a spoiled woman in that movie. Eventually, someone mentioned that it is just a movie and Robin Williams is not gay. Relieved as hell waxed TEFF. But I still hate that movie. MOSCOW ON THE HUDSON was so much better. Secondly, I seldom spend more than a mini-second entertaining any thoughts of what occues behind closed marriage doors to leave my humble noggin. Bad thought are sinful, you see? In fact, I know this woman who is so fat, she can't possibly have sex with her wimpy old man. She might kill the guy. \ Well, then too Mrs Obama, First Lady opted to arrogantly ignore the plight of 9 million reported hungry Americans. She picked as her cause, poor health of obese women in the USA. This recent marriage passage, covered by the NYTimes late June 2010 will be a boon in Greenwich Village. And as for the Greeks, look as far as I can fathom, they started the entire mess around. So, we're not the first homosapiens, togas or not ( beach towels welcome on a sultry, wave struck island) .. asked to bring today's topic to the FORUM!!! Stepping aside faster than hair growing on straight forward chins, about to be shaved ... the shadow in late afternoon ... hence approaching nor surmounting such an impasse of American blind Justice. Come on now, now are we for or against? Please, fellow bloggers, we can purely not give a damn. When once "coming out of the closet" perhaps meant if said near a grade schooler that teach was reading THE WITCH & THE WARDROBE from CS Lewis again this fatefall fall. JULY 4 ... come with me now for a trip down memory lane ... waltz with FANDANGO now, dip me in watermelon vodka is you like, but hey dance on. Okay, ... WHEN? 1996 WHERE? Jackson, NC, near Camp Legune WHAT? Mary enters a shop for a haircut. I go ... "I want it really short please. I can't stand this heat .. " Summer of course, when the swirl of sand on the beach means cool offshore breezes all thru the night. Now, here's where I make my second mistake, I look too long at the hairdresser dyke's square hair cut. She really coulda pulled off a photo op at a roller derby. Her wide shoulders and long scissors kept me in the chair, natch. Yeah, along with all the other female marines, of which I was not one, they just greeted me in passing at stores, on the beach etc and in the restaurants where I learned to diligently peel as much shrimp as stampedin, pushy, tourists could eat on a Fri night. SOB, who wants to talk about a confessed, popular heterosexual female (moi) being flirted with by women, asked out on dates. I was so embarrassed I died my hair blue. That worked temporarily because now nobody in their right mind is going to speak to me, let alone allow their gaze to fall on my scrumptious tan, my gorgeous baby blues or my sexy thin legs. Needless, handsome Southern men in question avoided me at every turn. So, I just kept working, washing dishes, frying eggs & burgers and maintaining. Winter's welcome break rolls around and my nutsy head morphs into a frizzy brillo pad do. So, I knit caps. The Cover up was on. See, we survived Hurricanes Bertha & Fran that year ... so this was nothing 'tall. Yeah, I was a big hit at the Day Care, where I volunteered for Story Time each Wed. am. When one kid asked his mom if Miss TEFFY was Elmo, I gave up, cut a swath across the pate which then became a lot like Highway 66. Good times! Marriage comes with surnames meant for children. Suffice, over exposure can turn one off. When entire communities become over populated with homosexuals, the latter are fine. However, even Marine wives are ridiculed by gay men, who sometimes overstate and shout their gayness in lewd mannered remarks ... all over the street and in public places in far off cliff hanging, California. Ladies will tend to stick with gentlemen or with female friends. I tend to not even think marriage is all its cracked up to be. I love an individualism of being single for many years. And I only weigh 130 lb, seven foot-seven, your basic thin as a rail, slightly not that elderly, fast paced Bohemian who really dissed this prompt as best I could. No apologies. In about ten minutes I am gonna write to Earl, beacuse he's my kind guy and this is a fun place to be on a sunny Foruth of JULY!!! "Invalid Entry" |
| July 3, Sunday ... Prompt --- From: "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" "Every country has its prestigious traditions. Some of those are our favorites. In the community you live now enumerate the good traditions you and your family are anxious to celebrate." Leaving our quotation marks below, commemorating one opening phase of THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION* ONE IF BY HORSE by Mrs. Mary Moffett/ teffom@writing.com This tale is dedicated to one of the greatest American protesters of all time: Mr. Paul Revere (b.1735 ... d. 1818) PAUL: Hear Yee! Hear Yee! Clomp, clomp, clump puh WILLIAM REVERE, Paul's oldest son --- Mother, he's home. MRS SARAH REVERE -- Son, you mean your father's finally back. Maybe this is the end of all his foolhardy gallivanting. I pray it is so. MRS. ETHEL REVERE, Paul's mother --- Now, Sarah, I'm Paul's mother, please allow me to speak my mind. Paul and his courageous associates repeatedly proclaim all this politicking and shouting of his will end tyranny inside the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. MR. THOMAS REVERE, Paul's father --- Well, said, Mrs. Revere! Oh, my good wife! He's about changing the world. It's 1775 for pity sakes. Paul's a grown man. The likes of you women won't stifle the Sons of Liberty. "Tis too late for that. SARAH -- Father-in-law, what a spectacle he's become. The loudest, big mouth in the entire countryside. My husband is forty years old now. Time he stayed put. Why he even boasts of riding all the way to Philadelphia. TOM REVERE --- Yes, Sarah, indeed. If the British are coming and the Continental Congress awaits making war plans time is of the essence, Sarah, lass. Paul Revere, renown silversmitty? Well, you can bet your last cup of costly, over-taxed, British Tea, Paul will be in on that too. WILLIAM --- Well, Grandfather, he aint making it there on that steed. I'm running to the stables. Maybe we can still save that poor nag from dying from sheer exhaustion. GRANDMOTHER REVERE --- Let the men attend the horse he rode in on, All right, then Sarah, you and I will continue hauling the silver to the backyard. Time we bury these pieces. No sense adding to the Brit's war chest. Bet they can't wait to place their filthy hands on Revere silver. WILLIAM --- I'll be back to instruct the children where to dig the holes, Grandmother. GRANDFATHER REVERE --- Look, Grandson, it appears your father's fallen off his horse. Don't be treating me like an old fuddy-duddy. We'll all be strong for the sake of the new nation, I can promise you that. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WILLIAM --- MY GAWD, DAD!!! What have you done to this bloody horse? GRANDFATHER REVERE --- Leave him alone, young William, Can't you see he's unfit. Why, he can't even talk. Say what now? What did you say, Paul? Spit it out. WILLIAM --- Grandfather, this nag is foaming at the mouth. Pull the famous rider back. I need to lay this horse down. That's it, oh you sweaty beast ... just bend your knees and rest. With a little luck you'll be alright in a week or two. GRANDFATHER REVERE --- Paul, one more time, louder than a whisper, if you've any voice left in yee. PAUL REVERE --- one if by land GRANDFATHER REVERE --- I believe he said one if by land. William, did you hear that? What does that mean for crying out loud? WILLIAM --- Grandfather, step aside. I've got to wash this horse down. Look at the damn thing, she's nearly crippled. Well, I'll be out here all night, tis certain. Coddling a half dead horse. Nothing wrong when this mare left this stable. PAUL --- mumble ... two if by sea ... GRANDFATHER REVERE --- Maybe he means those conniving, ornery redcoats are squirreling their forces south from Canada. To invade us! And two ships are arriving by sea. On the coast then? Gadzooks! WILLIAM --- Well, my father and his ragtag army of ruffians, should be ashamed of themselves. They probably killed many a fine horse. PAUL --- rubbish WILLIAM -- Mother! Stay back, tis not a fit scene for women. SARAH REVERE --- Paul, I've had just about enough of these gangland, midnight excursions of yours. PAUL -- sarah ... help me SARAH --- Staying out for God knows how long. Till all hours of the night. Town crier? What have you. No more. And to think you are apt to go down in history as El Voce who inflamed the sparks of war. WILLIAM -- We're not a bit safe now, Mother dear. No way any of us could escape atop this thing. It's nigh unbelievable what he did to this poor horse. LUCKY -- Neigh! Neigh!! WILLIAM -- Steady now, old bag of bones. Here drink from this bucket. PAUL --- water GRANDFATHER REVERE -- Give 'im a kiss, lass. Maybe he'll wind out off the fetal position. Appears as if he's still in the saddle. SARAH --- Oh, alright, Perhaps, tis time for a wee bit of mercy after all. Paul Revere we all love you. Yes, we hear tell you warned the new nation. WILLIAM --- But nearly killed the damn horse, Father. PAUL -- one if by land, two if by sea ... VIVA!!! The Sons of Liberty! zzzzzzzzzzz GRANDFATHER REVERE --- Why, bend down, Sarah. Look at him! He's fallen asleep. Show some pity, William. We'll put him in a wheelbarrow, transport him inside the house. WILLIAM -- Right, Grandfather .... Can't see mistreating a creature this way. Horseflesh, no less. Meanwhile, Let's hope our famous horse survives. The End. Postscript: When holidays arrive, here at Teffom Estates, a certain writer on many a fine occasion, often celebrates by scripting a story in keeping with said seasonal mood. This MO became traditional. Thus dialogue take above, on the April 18, 1775. HAPPY FOURTH, AMERICA! HEAR YE!!! HEAR YE!!! Take heed, take care of the Earth. Say no to fracking in New York & PA. PROTEST MTR (Mountaintop Removal in Appalachia) HEAR YEE? Well, at least use less utilities, what say YEE??!! SAVE MOTHER EARTH!!! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" July 2nd Prompt --- "Ponder the spectre of yourself as one human being in the over six billion people on Earth." Ah, step one ... "We are so minute as to be nonexistent. And yet, we have the power to visualize, to imagine the entirety of the cosmos." Center of prompt, also a comment of sorts. Step 2. "In your journal, write about the paradox of being both microscopic and immense." Looky here, Earl, Miss TEFFY is far from immense. Certainly, hardly a midget either. Por favor, appease a sec as one opts to notice .. Blogging along --- on a sunny day when on July 2 -- arrives this wayward blogger. RE: P-o-w-e-r --- Nah, we're pretty powerless here in the states. Diabold counts the prez election votes; we lost our paper ballets of yore in 2000 as state by state acceptance grew (often at the top rung, guvmint wise) to antiquate such a dependable way to tally voter's choice. But sure, we have the power to visualize. A decent camera helps bring scenes back. I had to laugh a few months back when Hotshot (the wild and crazy guy, grandson supremo) mentioned that 35 mil. cameras produce clearer pictures than digital. In our modern world it was neat to encounter such intelligent confirmation. Hon, no matter how hard I try, I aint never gonna be able to visualize the entire cosmos. Sorry, humble little, old Miss TEFFY? No way. However, I am reminded ... watch out here comes memory lane .. WHEN? March 2007 WHERE? Tobyhanna, PA WHAT? While visiting yet another generous, witty relative who invited me up north of my present location, on that particular weekend excursion, a two hour drive BTW. There shall remain in my mind's eye, the same thing I grew up seeing on non cloudy nights. WHAT? Namely, a vast amount of fathomless stars, all vying for a spot. Was this then the Universe of which astronomers and Nasa speak? Oh, I guess, a galaxy worth, at least. Granted these things make on feel like the proverbial grain of sand on a limitless beach, the ray of sunshine on a windowpane, a rain drop on a windshield. Needless, all that action up in Tobyhanna even came with bears carousing thru the burbs, no town in sight. Moonlight galore with cousin Ruth and I both draped in as many winter scarves, we managed to knit all these years for our winter protection. Our feet as cold as ice, and what did we do ...??? Well before the dogs around the surround started sharp warnings, by barking their fool heads off (which they do when bears maraud ...) Well, we stood in awe of a sky one seldom beholds. Because city or town lights and polluted skies rob entire generations these days of what our forefathers had ... up until about the mid sixties. Yes, this awesome sight of such star strewn skies can still be found. Especially at sea. Why, chile! Lots of folks use telescopes. The same quest when one ponders books with photos of the universe. Without a doubt, Holmes, all such beautious visuals morph one into feeling as tiny as the petal of a daisy. Fantastic enough as an aside, this can wash even the worst cares away in a mini second. Wheeew ---EEE! Memory Lane, how she serves us all so very splendidly from time immortal. PS: Nice to see the estimate of "six billion" people inhabiting planet E. Yet, another reason to subscribe to ..... Center For Media Democracy, an online place emailing real news. Plus, dear readers, this Earth needs to be handled gently out of sheer respect. Before it is too late. Au Revoir. Until next time ... |
| TWENTY ELEVEN "Or not ... Don't expect dumb down per researchable writing topics --- not going to approach without allegories, fluency, style, parody & opinion. Quasi journalism style. FIND ALL AT FANDANGO within yon here & now, or daily as it suits. Never narrowly seeking only those readers stuck in a rut. IF this pertains to TO WHOMS who approach ever so correctly ... grab your seat, dearies. Let's all assume differences are apparent. FANDANGO seldom cadges a sleepy audience from this side. PLUS!!! I'm sick to death of reading steppers-down. If these blogs make you think so what? No particular judgment calls. Telling it like it be, short story speak. Well, click for bio @ MRS MOFFETT (96) Freelance Journalist/ Librarianship Stats. SI!! Prolifically arrives ... this reporter dancing along located on WEBRING. Editor's note below: RE: WEBRING FAILURE. OH, boo hoo. UPDATE: FEB THEME -- COFFEE SERIES (PS) -- Please LET TITLES fool you, more fun writing for moi. IF you rather shake & bake your basic writing topics & LIT spice racks in sadly non sophisticated, perfectly boring tone ... then you may be reading word for word. Gee whiz hope not. What are you nuts? Guess what? TEFFY's sneaky again this year. WARNING to the wise --- Gullible Tea is all over your NET! Watch the Rant Car, please. Suggesting moving to FANDANGO's first blog if faint hearted. Each blog follows another, so can't help if anyone entering for the first time encounters a suspicious lost feeling. Hiding out works this month. Look, all I wanna do is sell short stories. 'Scold worthy' from FANDANGO Mission Statement means ... yeah, maybe there's a few rebukes. Au Revoir! My Blog URL: http://www.Writing.Com/authors/teffom/blog RECENTLY: Spt 22, 2012 Editing, deleting miniuscule blogs, saving rev rants, etc ... spells superficial time spent on the online last summer. Meanwhile removing any webring ref. How come? Well, never did see umpteen exposure over there, like here, there's little. Sure, outsiders hit the thing, but what does that mean really ... could be that one's blogs ... are swiped. Happens all the time on the international ghost aka I-net venues. On the webring, received messages from a battery salesman for almost one year. Then all that stale advert communication (spam) changed. Hit with a new slant, upgrade, allow us to help you set a better front here at webring. When webtv was in it's hayday, webring was bereft security, security, security features which morph into yon frightening: "encyrpted page --- YOU MAY NOT VIEW THE ENCRYPTED PAGE." We move with the big boys, anyways so seldom does this scare us anymore, is what I like to assume as a confessed webber whom shall never change. So webring, God Bless em, became non-usable for msn.tv or webtv-ers aka webbers. Yeah, webring, too sold us out. Hold on a sec ... best find my letter to webring. Sites are most careful to not use another site's wording. After about four of those emails, sent a reply. Mentioned that each time I came onto the premises of the much tauted webring ... mini echelon (like here) with captains for various categories, mentors .. there were so many changes, I found the online time to be frustrating. Here's my letter tellin it like it was. E-mail message From: membership@webring.com wrote: (membership) Date: "Sun, Sep 2, 2012, 8:22am (EDT-3) To: PaulaLaRue@webtv.net (Paula LaRue) Subject: Re: paulalarue, get active on WebRing the easy way ... "You sound so "nice" yet you do not fool use with your sugar coated snide remarks. Why be an asshole, instead of just deleting your account if you don't want it? Do other people always need to be ridiculed if something doesn't work out for you? Did we do the same to you at some point prior to give you this passive aggressive stance? No. On 9/1/2012 1:54 AM, Paula LaRue wrote: "I wish to withdraw from WEB RING entirely. It's too complicated to use with my ISP. Plus, don't feel the need to act as if in grade school or a PC usage or online savvy class. As I am breaking I-net addictions over the past four months. It is my opinion that more needs to be mentioned from print world. As a librarian buff that seems to be my choice as opposed o sitting getting nowhere slowly. Plus, umpteen changes left me way out of he loop over the years. Thank you for your patience with my account. Thank you for your willingness to allow numerous (too many) steps to simply reach an audience. However, I never felt one bit exposed in the manner of enjoyment, contact etc. And yes, realize this is most likely because of my incompleteness as pertains ring leaders, whom were always most kind. BEST to all Cordially, Paula La Rue ----- SEPT 21, 2012 Thass ALSO what I'm talkin 'boot this month. Wasted time, online addictions, finger pointing at those who prefer not to be deemed inferior cuz they'd rather read a book under orange leaves cascading onto a late blooming garden. The above reply from the wr staffers --- also shows a line of defense for THEIR work rendered by creating all that hypertexty crap. As in: do this, do that, then add this, then subtract your pulldown, after you read your emails, pick your taglines, adjust the mirror on your Lamborghini, before you enlist your shoutouts. Find your new trustworthy, complete stranger pals, search the site, enter a contest for the most stupid, or worst writing we can promote contest. OR ... turn the key in the machine, intent on speeding away, quitting Cyberville in the Lamborghini DeVille, satanic black, coupe, rag top, 12 volt, six speed ....... 75mph cruising to third ... WATCH OUT WORLD! Va va va va va va vvvvvvvvvvvvvvaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh vvvvvv brm brm brm brm ... BBBBBBBBBB BBBBBB rrrrrrrroooommmm RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm Folks? We learn from this --- all one needs is a keyboard, a sense of humor, a specific, impressive vocab toss style salad... and sure ... you'll be one of the lucky ones to be read ... ohboyohboy. (No money there. PEOPLE! BUY a short story, poe-leeeze!) Or if online toooooooolllllls, tooty toot tools beckon .... they engage your TIME!! Might c/p your words without permission and your works may end up in Germany. Yup! CAULDRON TIME! CACKLE CACKLE! TRUTH be told: from that reply I TOOK SUGAR-COATED, used it in conversation. Hadn't heard it in a while. And that is exactly what online salesmen do --- DAILY all over the world wide webby. They are sugar-coaters for a thing that should never have been a measurement of intelligence, reading abilities or school grades. And while we were in the center of being called ... dummies ... the hold outs who live lives off-screen WE KNEW, always knew .. what is not new --- the I-net cannot be pigeon holed. When content's boring and sameness rules in the writing, the smart ones ... we go long. How come? PRINT! PRINT WORKS aka books. Sillies. Shucks, everyone knows this like the back of their hands. Therefore, dabblers, carry on! Au revoir! |
| July 1 Prompt: "We are now in the mid year of 2011. Look back from the start of this year to present and share your glory days." Admittedly, the word glory threw me for a loop. Thus, hauling out my favorite desk reference, a five pound treasure, copyright --1985 from Prentice Hall Press. Namely: WEBSTER'S NEW WORLD THESAURUS informs, p. 318 --- glory carries a definition me: "renown --- as in "honor, distinction, reputation, fame." However, glory reminds of glorification, perhaps spirituality searching or time spent kneeling during Mass. You know? When priests don their finest silk duds, after church ladies lay on myriads of floral concoctions beside gold chalices, as abundant, thin-stemmed lilies grab onlookers attention inside tall crystal vases meant to impress. Or --- this scrumptious word glory "brightness, grandeur/ effulgence/ beauty/ preciousness ..." (same source) also when dissected may remind one of new born babes. Well, certainly none of those around Teffom Estates. Although many a fluffy fledgling seems drawn to store-bought sunflower seeds outside this window opening on the world wide webby this very day. While, our Sunflower trees attract last summer's golden finches. These tiny lovejoys may be flying in either due an uncanny sense of smell or memory ... since not a single sunflower has yet to bloom. Sorry, I digress ... Should this blog clue be taken as successes? Oh, darn --- actually having an off year re: my ken for writing. Alas, indeed welcoming a special time to brush up and meet deadlines with ease. (Wink.) Now, there was one teffom@writing.com intentional chapter, but written as a separate short story --- accomplished in a short amount of time, less than eight days, last winter. "Invalid Item" clocks in at approx. 8,000 words, re-open as of July 1. Entered that one (which required a spate of knitting inside the story) as a contest submission. Ooops, then closed that traditional length, story faster than a bevy of vultures on fresh roadkill ... after their next monthly, winter prompt entailed being stranded in a blizzard. Say what now? You bet this summer's challenge is cooling me off. So, cooling the jets, a sec.NEXT: These days @ Moffett Estates ... Wafting between a rock and a hard place emotionally latley, due a certain person, whose adroit audaciousness intruded upon my very life after the death of a loved one .... since ....well, last Nov. OUR dearly departed being an outstanding, fine person, whose name I happen to share. That monthly, terrible, calculated faux pas aka the setback --- came about due an enormous amount of outright greed .. So ... seeking a new season bereft anger & distress ... I inadvertently turned to a 2010 publication as recently as Wed last. TITLE: THE AMISH WAY ... Patient Faith in a Perilous World by Kraybill, Nolt & Weaver-Zercher from Jossey-Bass (Publishers) You see, here in this neck of the woods, we are apt to encounter horse & buggy riders along many a Pennsy roadway. AND we all love the Amish who live without a major carbon footprint for generations dating back to 1680. Okay, I'll share .. spill the beans, be they baked or be they in vegetable soup so fine one's tastebuds sail toward any glorious idea of heaven itself. From the opening paragraphs of THE AMISH WAY's Preface --- one finds a detailed conception of glory from "religious affections." Yes, by this they define worship --- services, hymns ... living less prideful. You see? Well, works for me, and I am daily enjoying this book. Naturally, 'tis nature's creations which stand a cut above the piddling aspects of the wealthier than thous. which sadly are most likely here to stay. Trying to separate from greedy cads, egotists (etc) can be a problem. Best one look to the glory of a blooming rose garden, a sunny day. Maybe watch playful soaring eagles, which in my estimation are worth their glorious weight in gold. So, put that in your book, yon Wall Street's banksters types then step away from Miss TEFF. Cordially from Mary Moffett thanking y'all for allowing me to share. Au revoir! 30/all * HANDS ACROSS THE NEEDLES is a knitters tale. Complete with UK slang, thus puts off the feint-hearted to be sure. Set full swing in a blizzard, what came to pass AFTER this story submission was that contests (not mine) a prompt of being ... yup ... you guessed it ... caught in a blizzard. |
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