Books as matchmaker? Someone else's books, too. I like your creative use of the prompt words. You wove them into a believable story. Mike obviously wanted to spend time with Sarah. What's a snowstorm between interested parties. Thanks for the delightful read.
Library bureaucracy is alive and befuddling poor Robert. Catch-22 indeed. Of course, it is a computer that has the the final say. Only it knows what is happening re who has what book and who has requested a certain book. Robert has learned how difficult it can become to borrow a book. Thanks for the laughs.
I enjoyed reading this story. This seems to be a novel twist on the butler did it. I suppose if one were to be haunted, or in this tale, butlered by a ghost, an eager, agreeable ghost would be just the ticket. James wishes to be useful and he attempts many services before he is introduced to the internet. He has a learning curve that's for sure. "The sweetest butler I never hired." That line sums it up.
It is difficult to type this review because I still feel faint from laughing. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this fast-paced lamentation. I could envision this as an episode worthy of Lucille Ball, or Carol Burnett. You packed in so much humour. I do not know if this actually happened, but the first person presentation made it appear so vivid. The premise of saving money by acting as self-sale agents and then probably blowing those savings on medicinal wine consumption is hilarious. The title is spot on, too. All that stress and comedy, a winner. The descriptions of the various wannabe condo owners read as entertaining. Sigh, they do walk amongst us. Bravo!
This is a funny story. You imagined a tiny space ship, conveniently the size of a dinner plate, arriving just at the moment a distracted mother is pulling hot corn on the cob from a pot. Surprise! What a warm welcome. Here, have some butter. I laughed at the son's reaction to the spaceship powering up and flying away. He believed his Mom to be a talented juggler. Well, aren't all mothers? A Frisbee as a substitute platter, why not. Thanks for the laughs. I noticed two slight issues. "Wear and tare." Do you mean 'tear'? And "Tommy tucked at Sarah Horneby's slacks." Did you intend 'tugged'?
Haha! As I read this fast-paced story I realized there was a wind-up to something big. It kept my attention and I recognized the tension and frustration of the newlyweds. Abstinence seems to be a difficult concept, and near impossible practical practice. As most theories it has issues. The dialogue is believable. There are a few sentences where the " is missing at the end. Thanks for the laughs.
Whew! This poor character has experienced so much in a short time. I laughed my way through this story. It reads as one catastrophe after another. Now, I am wondering what that noise could be. This young man leads a life of extremes. I could picture him roaming about in his underwear, and attending the emergency room in his lucky t-shirt. Comedy gold. And only the cardboard box marked as important burned... somewhat. As if. I cannot fathom faking a gambling addiction in order to borrow money either. As if. Thanks for the laughs.
Well, that was one eventful walk all right. Whew! I am an avid reader, but I have never thought to read as I sauntered along. Imagine a story so interesting, so compelling, so much of a spell caster that you lose all sense of where you are. That's okay seated in am armchair. As this story illustrates, there is more than one way to raise your heart rate.
This is poignant and beautiful. In a few words you created a setting and revealed the drama between a couple. Quite simply you shone a light on the power of love. The theme of the spoken words 'good bye' is emotional and evocative. "Living with the echo of her love." I like this and it says so much. Welcome to WDC by the way.
This heartfelt story is a delight. Family memories and lore make for the best subjects, eh? I could not help but notice the slight undertone of a father bragging about his daughter and I say why not. She and you both deserve to feel proud of her accomplishments. I enjoyed the steady pacing and the wording of your story. I never once wavered as I lapped this up. The phrase small but mighty comes to mind to best describe your daughter. Kudos to you both. The final line is hilarious.
Haha! Young children are often very literal with what they say. Ronnie had said bear and he meant bear, just not a living, breathing, potentially growling bear. The grandfather immediately thought of the dangerous kind of bear. I like the surprise and relief that Henry felt. Thanks for this fun read.
Your story title drew me in. I myself partake of daily cups of tea and home- baked cookies. I can relate to that weary mother you describe. Those stolen moments are brief and precious. A cup of tea represents a calming moment to recharge. Yuck! The contents of a broken tea bag are indeed terrible. How typical that a mother must rouse herself to go out and procure more of what she needs. Great response to the prompt.
Ah, a tale concerning the best laid plans. What is that old axiom? Anything can happen. To be stranded is not always fun or adventurous. A city rooftop is not the wilderness, but it still presents inconveniences. At least JJ had a backup plan and one that his friends considered plausible. They experienced a surprise for sure. Great use of the prompt. Very imaginative.
Is this what a fan fiction could be? You imagined a new chapter to the Hogwarts' saga and I must say it is every bit as creative and fantastical as the original. That Hannah seems to be a hip, savvy mother. She knows what a muggle is and is not ashamed to be known as one. The surprise to both her and her daughter is that Hannah is also a witch. Wow, two surprises/reveals to that family in one day. Despite discovering that she and her daughter are witches Hannah acts as an almost typical mother. She is not above embarrassing Maryann. This story flows as fast as the magic. I enjoyed part of this tale being relayed in realistic dialogue. I commend your take on the prompt.
Surprise in more ways than one. During a daily walk the narrator discovers more than a tall wall to climb. All the little things add up. What a serendipitous accident to become stuck on the wall of a former classmate. I like your creative use of the prompt words. Thanks for this fun read.
Haha! This is a funny use of the prompt words and somewhat realistic, too. Who hasn't encountered a senior with a need to talk and share? So many memories, anecdotes, and observations to release... It must be frustrating for that poor officer. He just wants to issue a ticket and be on his way. I spotted one issue and I do not believe you intended for this senior to have a stutter. "One time, she left the left the whole cart there!"
Huh, I'm not sure what to make of this. I understand it is written as a diary entry and I realize they can be emotional and often become rants. Is the writer becoming a convert to someone, something? Are "those wonderful eyes" using hypnosis? If so, this is indeed scary how quickly and easily it happens. It reads as similar to an addiction. The craving becomes all important. By the way are January and February misspelled with intent? Is the wary meant to foreshadow this change in the writer? "If you ready this." Is that supposed to be 'read this'?
I really like your imagery in this poem. You show how hot a summer may become by writing of "spikes of brown grass". In that line you cover the senses of sight and touch. Yes, anyone who has tasted one recalls the pucker inducement of a crabapple. I enjoyed that final stanza. I can see the kids/play mates "holding court" within the best throne, a tree.
This is a fast paced rollickin' poem. I loved it and guffawed as I perused it. You create a sense of urgency and then let it carry you along. For the most part the rhymes are unforced and 'true'. Ah, the immense beast turned out to be exuberantly friendly and I can commiserate about "drenched in drool". Nowhere have I read about a plot for vengeance and the need for a towel to remove goo' in one verse. Bravo!
Aren't familial memories some of the best? Of course, much of what any of us remember is tinted by the perceptions of a child. The why often eluded us. Houses were more than a structure, or a shelter. They contained adventures and mysteries. I admire your writing style. Including dialogue makes your story realistic and relatable. Thanks for sharing.
Full disclosure. I read this delightful story because anything cookie related catches my eye. I have always been an avid baker with cookies being a favourite treat. I often referred to my son as a cookie monster, but I digress. I love that this is presented as a cherished memory and a confession. Parents hear and see it all.
I'm going to gush a bit here. This is beautiful. Yes, some people are not canine fans. This Dave had been a sensitive boy and had failed or been determined not to form a bond with Duke. Growing up is filled with so much to learn and sometimes the regrets remain. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you! I love these tried and true pieces of wisdom. Some words do convey so much, eh? I heard that beware of what you wish for many times as a child. On the face of it, it seems puzzling, and why is it couched as a warning? I remember being taught to make an effort to use people's names. It is nice to hear your name.
Awww, a charming proposal story. How sweet to commemorate the place two people met. Those three prompt words were made for this piece of writing. Even the leaves fit. Such supposedly random words gained a cohesiveness here. I can picture the perfect scene.
Haha! This is a fun, light-hearted read. I like this perception of a Santa belting out his own lyrics to an easily recognized song. Soup? Stoop? Every workplace needs this kind of fun. I may be biased, but you implemented the prompt creatively. Thanks for the smile on my face.
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