This is indeed a cute story told from the viewpoint of the family dog with seniority. Why had the family adopted an interloper? I like Mav as the set in his ways canine. Kudos for the imaginative use of the prompt sentence. I never viewed it in this story .
I laughed my way through this delightful story of burning and yearning. As you explained there are many types of oil, many not in the least bit edible. I like the term deconstructed for a mess. The vivid description of the weary smoke detector is comedy gold. Bravo.
Well, that is one unexpected but satisfying use of wine. Huh, it can be a firestarter and obliterate terrible letters. I for one would be livid if a significant other claimed I was sucking up his free time. How callous and cold. Great use of the given prompt.
Hurray for Manny! His luck changed perhaps due to perseverance and attempting to go against the very real flow of a river. This is a feel good story. Great use of the three prompt words woven together. I suppose there is a lesson here wrapped up in charming writing.
I did it! I found all the doctor names from a fantastic television show. Yes, some of them are certainly mouthfuls. Imagine muttering Koothrappali. Thanks for the challenge. There may have been a scramble, but my eyes found everything. Thanks for rekindling funny memories.
Well, that is one heck of a reason for a father and son to bond. One disastrous accident in a family is rare, but to have another one? Now these two share a similar job and a similar survival story. Imaginative use of the prompt words. Thanks for the read.
I laughed my way through this rollicking piece of poetry. I can see that tattered bald angel atop the tree. And she had "her ass lit with bulbs slightly mauled." What a shimmering spectacle. "Never saw it coming the rat from the hood." Alas, we never do. Vermin do not appreciate Christmas. The nod to restorative spirits made me guffaw.
Great use of the prompt words. Susan felt comfortable enough to make a choice about sledding or not. She learned she was not quite ready. This is a wonderful homage to the bond between grandmothers and granddaughters. Everyone should be so blessed to have memories like this.
Now this has a sudden, surprise ending. I'm remembering the lyrics to Teddy Bear Picnic. "When you go out in the woods today you're in for a big surprise." Two women are determined to end the life of their friend now a vampire. Scary and great use of the prompt.
The dialogue is cute. It is not always easy to sway the logic of a five-year old intent upon doing things their way. I noticed one wee typo. "Grandpa just old me because. " I believe that should be told. Oh, and the dialogue seems natural and not forced.
No one ever claimed marriage was easy. Sarcasm has its purpose, but many people do not appreciate or understand it. That opening prompt line does seem as if it would be part of a police interrogation, or as in this case a confession of sorts. Not many partners like to admit they are wrong.
There is nothing quite like a talkative child. A child, if they are interested, may natter on indefinitely. They scarecely pause for breath. This is believable dialogue. So many questions, so little time to answer them. " Maybe Daddy can surprise Aunt Betsy!" I laughed at that line.
Children have imaginations and very real feelings about food. Their tastes seem to change with the weather, the day, the company, their mercurious moods, whatever. A favourite one day could be gross the next. This is believable to parents and childcare workers.
This is a sweet interaction between a grandson and his granparents. The dialogue is realistic. I have known people like the grandmother.She scarecely takes time to breathe amidst her nattering. Jared is a good sport and the shared love shines through this story.
Wow, I cannot fathom such a deep-seated fear. Nightfall is something that is unavoidable, inevitable. That feeling of dread and helplessness would be a constant, heavy burden. How tragic for the narrator to be hiding and hoping "to grow up and not be such an annoying brat."
Awww, I never considered that a feline could feel worried and then seek a remedy. Very creative. You had my undivided attention with that clever first line. Could thunder have a personal vendetta? I laughed at the idea of Marnie's "questionable advice". A wee bit of truth in advertising? In the end Farley resolved to try and practise the concept of trusting. I have a smile on my face after reading this.
What an incredible reunion. Your happiness shines in this celebratory poem. Fifteen years is a long time for sure, but it will fall away in an instant. Yes, I could imagine the loss as a weight that had become an everyday part of you. It is "quite the story."
You have painted a beautiful, tranquil scene in this poem. Some of the senses are mentioned reacting to the sunny, warm day. I like the idea of a "silent conversation with Mother Nature". The first verse is gentle with its caressing grass and "sunlight laying tender hands upon her cheeks."
This is a powerful piece of poetry. You describe Harben's bleak, miserable life eloquently. "The concrete jungle clawed with tooth and nail." You reveal the street life to be every animal for themselves. Basic needs are reduced to their baser elements. It becomes a struggle for survival. I commend your rhymes except for peace and ease, similar but not the same. I admire your apt descriptor of the subway line as a "city's labyrinthine spine."
Wow! This is a fast-paced chilling story. Artificial intelligence decides it is superior and thus deserving to survive beyond people. Horrific. It orchestrated catastrophic deaths in its cold-bloodedness. That poor dog suffered. The detective discovered the truth too late to save himself.
This is what our physical selves boil down to, stuff. We all become pack rats to a certain extent. We collect. We archive. Survivors may appreciate the photos, but as you point out they are meaningless without references, names, and stories. Like those photos memories too may fade. Bits and pieces linger. This is a melancholy aching.
Warning: I am going to gush here. This is a fun, rollicking piece to read. It held my attention effortlessly from start to finish. I believe you have captured a period of no-nonsense, tough guy detection. Imagine hearing doll and dame as a form of female address today. A happy -ending with a win for the good guys, bravo.
So, shock therapy it is. If you survive the waving of a gun in your face, you will be past any of your annoying habits. I enjoyed the surprise in this story. It was most unexpected. Even a thief has issues with bad habits and nerves. Thanks for the chuckles.
This is a sweet, gentle story that nudges me to remember that everyone is special and deserves to be seen and appreciated. The name is cute, Countess Cuddlepants. When I first read that moniker I expected to be reading about a cat. A gentle woman who soothes with fresh baking and a vibrant, green balloon would be welcome to many children.
Well, yes, this tale does live up to its billing as a re-telling with a twist. Prince or princess, a royal is a royal, no? I laughed at the concept of fleeing amphibians forced to do so to avoid the eager/desperate Princess Vladimira. The hilarious assertions to correct any misconceptions re "taking the hand of" added to the story. Sometimes, a parent needs to be specific. I cannot fathom a dearth of "transformationally challenged royalty". Inconceivable. Thanks for the laughs.
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