Ill-Conceived Celebration

559FE81C-5F73-4C41-A131-1A8BF3DD6516“I need a pencil,” Aaron said. “Can you quit squatting in that corner and find me one?”

“Why do you need a pencil?” Ray asked.

“I’m planning the celebration.”

“What celebration?”

“To honor the President. He’s coming to town for a rally.”

“You want to plan a celebration for that imperious bastard?”

“He’s the President. We can’t afford not to celebrate his being here.”

“I can’t believe how happy you are to capitulate to that moron who is destroying our nation.

(Exactly 82 words)


26D489A5-3E66-4D92-866E-0551A1656DA9Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt (“celebration” in exactly 82 words). And for: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (pencil), Ragtag Daily Prompt (squat), Your Daily Word Prompt (imperious), Scotts Daily Prompt (afford), and Word of the Day Challenge (capitulate).

Finish The Story — Starting Over Part 2

98A13B2E-4FD2-44A4-B2F7-DDDD53EA1EABTeresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, started another Finish The Story challenge, this one titled “Starting Over.” She invited me to craft part 2. But first, here’s Teresa’s part 1.

Ask anyone living today what they would do if they had a time machine, and they would respond with, “stop him from destroying what we had.”

Their response was reasonable, of course, as it had only been fifty years since the fall of the United States and ten years since the world crossed the point of no return. We were doomed, and we knew it. Maybe that’s why we didn’t question when they came. No one questioned when they said we could go back and change things. No one asked what they stood to gain from offering the human race a chance to change the present, by changing the past. Maybe we should have.

It was a hot December morning when …


And now for my part 2

It was a hot December morning when Tim was being interviewed. Tim wasn’t sure what to make of the experience. He was just a New America vlogger who had been very vocal about how, if he could, he’d love to go back to 2018 and change the course of human history. But here he was, sitting face to face — if you could call what the creature had a “face” — opposite an alien life form being interrogated.

“How would you proceed?” the alien asked Tim.

Tim didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if these aliens could be trusted. What was in it for them? He knew he had to choose his words carefully. His life possibly depended upon it.

“The first thing I’d do,” Tim said, “would be….”


Okay, how about if we pass this off to The Dark Netizen. This should be right up his alley.

Questionable Friends

5210CE76-CF13-4E02-B937-D8816236DDCDSo Nova, at My Namaste 365 Online, found this thing on Facebook where there are games you can play “with friends.” Then she wrote,” I thought I’d write up some interesting questions and see if my friends would like to play? I’m hoping so anyway.”

She then tagged ten of us “friends” to pose her questions to. So here are her questions.

Finish the Thought:

  1. Those words I couldn’t say… It’s my fault.
  2. It’s quite simple really… Turn it off and then turn it back on again.
  3. Sometimes I forget… to stop and smell the roses.
  4. I can sum that up easily… In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
  5. A famous person born on my birthday is… Hayley Mills

Firsts

  1. Job? Paperboy
  2. Thought in the morning? Gotta pee
  3. Car? 1961 Corvair Monza
  4. Decision you made as an adult? I have no idea
  5. Concert? Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

This or That?

  1. Hamburger or hot dog? Cheeseburger cheeseburger; Coke no Pepsi.
  2. Mountains or beach? Either/both
  3. Electric or standard tooth brush? Standard
  4. Call or text conversations? Text
  5. City life or country life? City

Would You Rather?

  1. WOULD YOU RATHER BECOME A CREATIVE PERSON OR A TECHNICAL PERSON? At my age I’m not “becoming” anything. I am what I am, which is not really a technical person (anymore).
  2. WOULD YOU RATHER BRUSH YOUR TEETH WITH HOT SAUCE OR WITH RANCH DRESSING? Eww, neither.
  3. WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE TWO PERMANENT LAZY EYES OR ALWAYS GET NOSE BLEEDS AT EXTREMELY EMBARRASSING MOMENTS? “Are you looking at me?” I guess, lazy eyes. But maybe not. I rarely get extremely embarrassed, you know.
  4. WOULD YOU RATHER EAT PIZZA EVERY DAY OR NEVER BE ABLE TO EAT PIZZA AGAIN? Pizza every day, for sure.
  5. WOULD YOU RATHER ALWAYS GET STUCK IN TRAFFIC OR ALWAYS HAVE A REALLY SLOW INTERNET CONNECTION? Since I hardly ever drive anymore, I’ll go with stuck in traffic. No one has time for a slow internet connection.

Okay, friends. Your turn.

Not the Typical Set of Questions

a glass of cognac in front of fireplaceUrsula, the blogger at An Upturned Soul, received a Sunshine Blogger Award nomination from Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. Congratulations Ursula!

If you’ve never visited An Upturned Soul, you should. Ursula presents her unique perspectives in her posts in an interesting and articulate manner and expresses herself exquisitely.

After answering Rory’s questions, Ursula wrote, “And now I’m going to do what all the cool blogging kids are doing with their blog award nominations. I’m going to nominate all of you.”

And then Ursula posed her own set of eleven questions. But her questions are unlike any others I’ve seen asked by or of other bloggers, as you will clearly see when you read them. You’ll understand, given the nature of her questions, why it’s taken me almost three days to answer them.

So grab a snifter of brandy, light up the fire, pull up a comfy easy chair, and take a look at her questions, which are far more intriguing than my answers.

One: In that moment everything changed. It would never be the same again. What changed and what would never be the same again?

Donald Trump was elected President of the United States. America (and the world) will never be the same again.

Two: The words swirled upon the page of the book, they appeared to be alive, the ink strokes stretched, breaking free from their confines, distorting, losing all meaning, blending into an image… what was the image?

The ghost of Christmas Future from the Charles Dickens’ book, “A Christmas Carol.” The reader was testing an experimental, interactive ebook version of the classic tale.28C76DAA-EC1B-448B-BFEC-28E9C00BA509

Three: Well, that wasn’t what she expected. She’d followed the recipe diligently. Not even one grain of the ingredients was where it shouldn’t be. And yet… what was supposed to happen and what happened instead?

The guinea pig was supposed to have died. She was practicing preparing a recipe for a special holiday meal for her elderly husband, thirty years her senior. She fed it to the guinea pig, but it survived. Back to the drawing board. 

Four: Not again. Yes, again and again and again. It would keep happening until… What would make it stop happening?

The visual auras she got every day were driving her crazy. She’d take some Advil and sit quietly in a soundless, darkened room, her eyes closed until it passed. But then the next day it would be back again. She was sure that she had a brain tumor and, at this point, she would welcome death if it meant an end to the auras.

Five: A philosopher, an astrologer, a psychiatrist, and a shrouded figure walked into the waiting room of the local dentist, which was now a trendy bar… what happened next?

The psychiatrist suggest to the dentist that turning his dental office waiting room into a trendy bar was a cry for attention. The astrologer said that the moon was in the seventh sun and this was a typical move in the age of Aquarius. The philosopher questioned the existential aesthetics of the waiting room/bar. Finally, the shrouded figure walked up to the dentist/bartender and said, “So what does a guy have to do around here to get a beer?”B8EC82B4-6B3A-4957-85BD-F79E79CE7051

Six: If there was one thing, Desperado McNair knew, it was to never ever do what he had just done… What had he just done?

They had him dead to rights, so under threat of long-term incarceration, McNair agreed to turn state’s evidence. 

Seven: The door closed behind her with a hush. Salome Vegan, let her shoulders slump ever so slightly for she knew that she was still under observation. The interview had been grueling. She had been well-prepared but not for that, and now all she had to do was… what?

…ace the written part of the exam in order to compensate for her relatively poor performance on the oral part.

Eight: Today was what is sometimes known as “One of THOSE days” when things come together in a certain manner and conspire to… what?

…undermine everything he had worked so hard to accomplish.

Nine: That was the final straw. She was never going to love another character in a film ever again. After everything she had done for… who?

…the head writer, who rejected all of her suggested script changes that were intended to make the film’s main female character more realistic, relatable, and sympathetic.

Ten: I have gathered all of you here at this time and place at the behest of your Facebook friend, The Big Cheesy Squeeze, aka Donald… not that Donald… to divulge his… what? Who are these people? WTF is going on?

This was an intervention by Donald’s closest friends and family members. They needed him to recognize that his “Make America Grate Again” campaign had gone too far.02B54B78-0A2E-4BCF-B027-EA131D7E6681

Eleven: After the rain came down, after the lights went out, after they all vanished, all that was left was… what or who was left to narrate?

Me. I am the narrator of an apocalyptic flash fiction story I am posting to my blog.