So, love requires refrigeration and has an expiry date. Huh, who knew. This entire piece had me giggling. There are so many love cliches. Obviously, it's been irking people for eons. You would think a famous cartoon skunk would have the answer to why love stinks. As I recall, Pepe knew a bit about obsession, too. Thanks for the laughs!
This interview is hilarious and I apologize to the interviewer who clearly became rattled. Laughing at your awkwardness is akin to chortling about the hapless contestants running the gauntlet of the game show 'Wipeout.' Speaking with a feline and attempting to pin it down is like lassoing smoke. Yes, cats live to be contrary and unpredictable. They do what they do because they can do it.
Wow, what an indelible experience! You and your mother sure had quite the day. Your Mom sounds like a quick thinker willing to take immediate action. You are so correct, a little girl knows nothing of dangers. I noticed a few 'things' that could be fixed in this story, nothing major. There's an extra 'and' in the sentence "She'll be safe"... I believe it's "the car door jerked open" not 'opened.' "Its door slammed into my leg." ( Ouch, by the way.) "The car's roaring engine sounded angry."
This is a lovely childhood memory. You describe the close family ties. I sure wouldn't want to live with a snake, but I realuze they can be useful. May I suggest you remove the apostrophe with 'kids' in the final sentence. I love this surname...Pickles.
I like this fun bit of poetry. When we keep our eyes open we notice the strange, the bizarre the funny. This could be a child's tale. They'd understand that perspective of the Honda seeming to push the RV. They would laugh at a panda driving a vehicle.
Hello and welcome to WDC! I love your story. I can relate. I've often said that I need to take my Mom's recipes to a lab for analysis because the handwriting has faded, yet something sticks to the paper. Those stained recipes are obviously the best ones. There's nothing like family lore, or is the better term legend? Your mother and her cousin seem to have created much for you to write about. I look forward to more of those escapades come to life.
Haha! I love the surprise ending! Who's afraid of an electric razor? Some people unfortunately cannot "take" or "accept" a joke. Sigh, to be humour impaired must be blissful, eh? The quick-witted do live dangerously at times. I liked the pace of this story and its many jokes.
I love this! My youngest grandgiggle purposely feeds her Boston terrier. Yes, many a dog is protective and overly-obsessed with their "round thing." They will chase it forever never tiring of that chase. Wouldn't it be grand to have this dog's energy and enthusiasm?
Well done! This is hilarious. Now, I can pity my own hard-working vacuum cleaner.I love how you stress this gadget's stress. The rhyme is wonderful. Who knew it would or could gag on mouthfuls of dust? I dare say all of our homes need attention "full of dirt I dare not mention."
Haha! Imagine poor Mr. Spielberg besieged by script ideas. The concepts are not always original.Why do dentists insist upon nattering when we cannot possibly reply? They may love the sound of their own voices. There are a few areas to fix up in this piece, but it's a great read. The time should have a ':' between the 10 and the 30.There are a few 'I' not capitalized. I believe a word is missing where you wrote" Oh. Hmm. your head up..." "Now now, we are almost done. moment." Is there a word missing here, too? I love how diplomatic the famous director is when replying.
This is delightful and imaginative, a pleasure to read. I love the final line, "dandelions mature so quickly." That is quite a philosophical garden. They don't talk much because "everything has been discussed before." And these particular blooms are law-abiding, too, it's a wonder. Great use of the riot cliché!
This is fantastic! You speak of and with a virgin pirate. I love how you cautioned the ol' man he could drop the accent, but he liked it 'cause it kept him in character. This is the stuff of legends, they are created and grow via imagination. Is there any truth/proof to them? You describe this "pirate's" training as if he were a rookie fireman. Ah, no hard won glory to the peg leg either.
What a glorious piece of writing to end this wonderful challenge. Very creative to include your characters in the conversation. The stories, their plots, their characters, their language, their actions/reactions all resonate with us. We carry them with us. And, yes, now what do we do? Some of my ideas kept me from sleep. too.
Haha and gasp! Both George and I were caught up in his big moment and then blindsided. We didn't anticipate this ending. You lay out the day-to-day drudgery well. George expects nothing more. His bright spots are stolen moments of voyeurism. I like this story! Oh, poor George. He waited a lifetime to hear this invitation. "Shall we get started?"
This is a haunting, yet beautiful piece. Is it memories that we revisit in our slumber, or are we visited by dear departed family members? There are many people I'd like to see again. A dream visit would seem so real and poignant. Your visit was a calming. loving one. It's comforting to think that the dead also miss us.
Hi Hannah and welcome to WDC! Thank goodness for light, bringer of peace, allayer of pain, banisher of misery, and introducer to sight. We travel down a good many tunnels, don't we? Some are dark and represent the unknown. Writing is like this. We cannot always see where we are headed or what awaits us. Keep walking towards the light.
Hi and welcome to WDC! I too like to read and write poetry. It's a chance to play with words and create memorable images. A smile does indeed hide many emotions, not all pleasant. It can win, or deceive. It may hurt. It may cut. Keep up expressing yourself.
Hello! Aww, this is a lovely, sentimental poem. Kudos for rhyming the word 'mirror'. Ah, the power of laughter and the memories of it. The rhythm flows well. I tried reading this out loud, and it seemed almost sing-songy. Welcome to WDC by the way. You are a gifted writer.
Great story! This would be a creative solution to senior benefits especially healthcare. Bureaucracy must be so discouraging to some. I like this spunky woman! Sadly, some people believe any information generated by a computer. Thanks for the chuckles!
This had me laughing! Oh, the trials and tribulations of a new super hero. Who woulda thunk it.Clothing, shmoling… she got caught up in the immediacy of the situation. It's understandable. I love how the officer refers to our heroine as everything but her chosen moniker. Haha, Lady Parallelogram!!! Calling her Miss Paradox was more like it; the two of them were confused. Well done!
Pardon my laughter at your gadget woes. It is rather frustrating that our appliances work until they inexplicably do not. What's with that?? I love your diabolical plots re the Roomba! If only we could discipline our electronics and force them to reconsider their atrocious behaviour. Oh, we'd be in a world of trouble if legislation existed for our poor, misunderstood gadgets. Thanks for the laughs! Ramps for ailing Roombas....haha!
I love this! Yes, I read this aloud to further enjoy the outrageous accent.I suppose a British accent seems posh to advertisers? Years ago, I attended my father-in-law's eightieth birthday party. He's from the Bath area in England and his second wife hails from London. Their accents and word phrases create comedy, but at the party I heard a smorgasbord of accents. The good-natured rivalry amongst the "southies" and the "northies" sure made me laugh. Britain is home to many dialects and, oh, wow, insane slang!
Wow! This is an original twist on the prompt. I cannot imagine becoming an ice cube, or consenting to cryogenics. Perhaps, one day this will be feasible. Hmmm, what would I do with my life in a do-over?
I really like the premise of this tale. You included so many types of 'frozen'. I cannot fathom a skate-a-thon especially one outside in the harsh elements. My hubby is a former competitive skater, but he accomplished his feats in the controlled environment of arenas. Alas, I would not be his ideal partner. My feet and I struggle to walk; ice skating is beyond our capability. Here, where I reside in Canada, I'm forced to bundle up against the inexorable chill. It is feasible to not feel the touch of a mittened hand in mine.
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