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Mad (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 16, 2012 at 10:02 PM

(14th in this challenge)

I just broke up a dog fight today. The dogs have to know that you’re present and that you’re coming. If you surprise them or stick a hand in unexpectedly, they might not realize it’s yours. It can also help to approach them in a commanding manner without fear or shrieking.

Usually (and hopefully) only one is the aggressor. That’s the one who needs to be pushed (on the front shoulder blades and with the back of the hand, that way if it bites, it’s less likely to puncture the arteries in your forearm) back. The other one can just be blocked from advancing.
It was an English Pointer and a Boxer today. The Boxer kept attacking after I brought my hands back after separating them. I had to push the Boxer back, but the Pointer just needed to be stopped from advancing. If you’re unlucky and both dogs are pushing toward each other, it can be almost impossible to stop them.

It happens but it hasn’t happened here recently, except with our volunteer couple (human, of course). Read the rest of this entry »


Not to Jonah Lehrer you, but…

In Non-Fiction on August 15, 2012 at 3:45 PM

For a little while now, I’ve been posting little personal life episodes to my Tumblr instead of here. When I logged into this larger format, I wanted to gush about so many things that honestly I didn’t want to share (whether others wanted to read or not, I would not assume to know), and so, not only did I hesitate, I forgot my password. The larger format, the large blank white space begged for me to type furiously.

Specifically, I didn’t want to type about the inconvenience of my December car wreck, the life experience of realizing that it only takes one incident (with little physical injury) to hurl you into financial frustration, or go off on the sometimes funny (mostly boring and tedious) tangents that I could go on. There are so many words for the experience. Unfortunately for my friends, there existed no lexical gap for the experience.

I’ll save all of that for a novel or something with funnier dialogue. Read the rest of this entry »

Snowflake (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 15, 2012 at 6:37 AM

(13th in this challenge)

Hank, Jeffers, Newman, and Westie stumbled into the diner with the coffee bar. Westie had passed out from the waist up. Newman shoved him over into the inside of their booth. It had been a great concert by whatever-their-names-were. Hank knew. He knew all of the local, national, Indie and everyone else bands. He was their obstetrician. As he slid into the booth next to Jeffers, he began to list his first hundred favorites onto the new OKCupid dating profile he’d begun a week ago.

“How should I start this?” he asked Jeffers.

“List it all: cubby bear, musicholic, etc. etc.”

“People like to write that they’re looking for a perfect snowflake, someone like no other.”

Jeffers and Newman cracked up across the table from one another. Hank couldn’t tell: laughing at him or laughing at each other? He thought they’d been flirting all night. They were always off-and-on.

“This is what you put,” Jeffers said, collar bone showing. Even drunk-faced, Hank thought, his best friend would receive a thousand messages on the site. “If you’re looking for a snowflake, I’m a ray of sunshine. Read the rest of this entry »

Move (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 14, 2012 at 6:44 AM

(12th in this challenge)

Many beings want a say about their final resting place, regardless of their religious affiliation (or lack thereof).

The purple bendy straw wanted to end up in the recycling.

“It speaks to my entire concern about this world and also to my belief in reincarnation,” Purple told his fellow straws in their box in the dark.

No one else really wanted to think about death, though, much less their final resting place; they wanted to distract themselves. Read the rest of this entry »

Prepared (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 13, 2012 at 6:50 AM

(11th in this challenge)

The zebra mussels had a plan: clog up all of the pipes at the edge of the lake, cut the city’s water supply off, and bring the citizens TO THEIR KNEES!

But then the Army Corps of Engineers dove in, ready to stop the mussels’ plan before too many citizens were affected.

But the Army Corps of Engineers didn’t expect…

…harpoon-wielding zebras to dive in on top of them and keep them from stopping the mussels’ plan.

Oh well…out of order again. Happy Monday!

Formal (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 12, 2012 at 8:49 AM

(10th in this challenge)

(It’s actually flash fiction this time. Hooray!)

She’d promised him something amazing and dangerous.

“This isn’t the way we’re supposed to do it,” he whispered, fumbling with his belt, fixated on her belt loops.

“Come on. We’ll be fine,” she said. She was half-lost in the site over the edge of the hill of the spring forest, taking in the smells of blossoms.

“We have no protection,” he said, looking down.

“What are you worried about?”

“You want a list?” Read the rest of this entry »

Companion/Flame Part 2 (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 11, 2012 at 10:00 AM

(Read the much shorter ‘Flame Part 1’ here.)

(9th in this challenge)

                              Before Colton could chase it into the dining room, the swan had already passed the entry way, soaring up the staircase. Through the railing he saw it circle the empty family room area then jet to one hallway of closed doors, then to the other until it soared down the back staircase leading to the kitchen. Colton ran to the bottom of that staircase, pausing in the swan’s line of path. The swan angled toward the ceiling to avoid him, shadows exposing the crinkled bends in all of the pieces and yet allowing him to believe those crinkles were the depths in feathers. It turned at the neck mid-air, unmistakably alive, eyes afire. The beak sprang open and it let out one insulting noise at him before colliding into the ceiling fan, scattering throughout the living room. Colton hurried, collected the pieces from the couches, from the book shelves, and from beneath the breakfast table, those eyes still fixed on him when he closed his own. A grin took over his face.

What could he set life to next? Read the rest of this entry »

Flame Part 1 (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 9, 2012 at 1:15 PM

(8th in this challenge)

“Maybe this could be a new hobby?” Colton’s mother handed him a wrapped pack of fresh colored papers before hunching over the kitchen island onto her pile of purse, keys, and briefcase. He reached slowly from the stool, very conscious of his little flip book that he’d stuffed under himself moments ago. He’d carefully worked on the personal project it contained since walking home from school.

“Origami,” she said, voice muffled by her purse. Read the rest of this entry »

The Danger of a Single Story

In Fiction, Non-Fiction on August 8, 2012 at 8:46 PM

This is probably the TED talk that’s inspired me and resonated with me the most. I think of the heart of Chimamanda Adichie’s well-said words whenever I’m searching inside for an LGBT character and their story. Sometimes it seems as if LGBT characters can only share a handful of their stories/experiences, that if those are not the stories they are telling, how can they be LGBT? There’s more.

Transformation (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 8, 2012 at 7:21 AM


(7th in this challenge)

His friends were all oh so goofy. They showed off one-by-one, almost singing, “Look at me!”

Merzebra vanished first behind a school of white fish, then behind a school of black.

Mermeerkat froze in a solid line yet glissaded down the continental shelf, spiraling the kelp mysteriously without movement.

Merpeacock burst out its large, bright, colorful tail in front of an octopus, scaring it so much that it farted out all of its ink.

Meradillo cannon-balled through the ink into the floor at just the right angle to propel burrowing baby crabs up from the sand to their faces just as the ink cleared away.

They all loved baby crabs very much; they snatched them up and savored.

They all knew that Merpug only watched, that he had no ambition to be goofy. He couldn’t vanish or move gracefully without moving or burst any part of his body into any display of color that made any octopus fart its ink. And as for the baby crabs – every time that he’d try to swim into the floor, no matter how fast, the baby crabs always had plenty of time to see him coming and had their baby crab claws waiting.

“It’s no big deal,” his friends would say. “It’s not like we do anything really special.”

But Merpug just made a duckface and sighed out a little stream of bubbles. They didn’t understand. What they did was special if for no other reason than they could do something that he couldn’t and call it “not like anything really special.” Oh gosh he wanted that. Read the rest of this entry »

Haze (August 30-Day Writing Challenge)

In Fiction on August 7, 2012 at 7:11 AM

(6th in this challenge)

I forget the specific name for the event in the bar, but murals were painted. A vast blank white rectangle flanked either side of the stage area and two naked people (well, in nude underwear) stood at the front of the stage between the rectangles, one girl (bare-breasted), one guy (unmistakably excited to be standing next to the girl), awaiting. Ten artists approached at some point: four stationed at each bright canvas and one at each person. The artists painted for a specific amount of time, then moved to their right to the next station until eventually they’d circled around and ended at the station left of where they’d begun. Judes and I were there to witness art begun then either continued or taken over by new ideas as the night progressed until it all hopefully built toward some greater, interconnected work.

At least, the flyer said that’s why we were there. Read the rest of this entry »

COMIC: Spirit No Longer Alone on Mars

In Uncategorized on August 6, 2012 at 11:32 AM