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Last Ride | shadowstrokes
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In between the sun and night, lie shadows grey and dappled light; this is where I play. November 6, 2014. November 9, 2014. By Leona H - Shadow Strokes. Belated Photo credit: Jean L. Hays. Childhood memories shattered like glass when I found Dad’s journal and polaroids hidden in the trunk and learned how that bucket-car and those poor kids were really used. I left that journal, wet with tears, at the Oklahoma Sheriff’s office. The challenge, write a 100 word story based on a weekly picture. You are very ...
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Trak All The Way | nanclairefalkner
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Trak All The Way. By, Nan Claire Falkner. It was the only shop in Paris that you could buy fresh garlic to keep the vampires at bay. For some reason there had been a resurgence of the black arts and the macabre. Penelope couldn’t figure it out. She had been investigating a new surge of deaths from the creepy sonar enabled pests for weeks and had already charged some with Unwanted neck nibbling. Penelope, you just can’t go around using wooden stakes even for bad breath! Let There Be Light. Dear Mick, The ...
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Let There Be Light | nanclairefalkner
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Let There Be Light. By, Nan Claire Falkner. At the turn of the last century, Thomas Alva Edison invented the electric light bulb, making it possible for the first time to light up the world at night. Screamed the guests at the party, You are a genius, Mr. Edison! It had taken him years to find the right filament that would last more than just a few minutes, called tungsten. This entry was posted on June 19, 2015. Bookmark the permalink. Trak All The Way →. 16 thoughts on “ Let There Be Light. I still jus...
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Aunt Mary’s Vittles | nanclairefalkner
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By, Nan Claire Falkner. The best Home Fried Chicken and Batter French Fries was the Special of the Day. Every Fourth of July, Auntie Mary would fry chicken and go to the fair. This year, a slick lawyer came in seeking to steal the café. He talked to the gal behind the bar. Sign the dotted line below, Auntie M, and I’ll get you big money. I have $500 in cash if you sign right now. This entry was posted on June 14, 2015. Bookmark the permalink. Let There Be Light →. June 14, 2015 at 6:43 am. Thanks so very...
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First Snow of the Season | nanclairefalkner
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First Snow of the Season. By, Nan Claire Falkner. On a cool day, Connor went to the round museum in the park. There were so many artifacts on display from the first Stone War. He and his father watched every visual cube on The Battle of Hickory Park. It was the third Cool Lunar Season, this year thus the war was ramped up and became very aggressive. The General ordered All Warriors to their stations! Scurrying feet ran through the camp and all loaded stones in the weapons provided by the regime.
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Lamb Chops | nanclairefalkner
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By, Nan Claire Falkner. In the distance wolves howled their messages to the pack and then they all congregated near the bluff. Below the cliff, were the non-suspecting sheep enjoying a cool breeze and the water flowing in the stream. It was perfect. The shepherd boy was fast asleep as his father noticed the movement on the cliff. Cocking his weapon, the first wolf never saw it coming. Although, Mutton stew sounds mighty good! This entry was posted on August 7, 2015. Bookmark the permalink. 30 Years of Fun.
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30 Years of Fun | nanclairefalkner
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30 Years of Fun. By, Nan Claire Falkner. The summer was almost over when Carl and Patsy left on vacation. Breckenridge in the Rockies was the ticket this year for fun and Pat couldn’t wait until they were on the road. Planning the trips had always been a huge portion of the fun and excitement. Making lists of what to take, and being a nurse, she always took various products to stop poison ivy in its track, help bee stings be less painful and sunburn salves to repair damaged skin. First Snow of the Season.
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A Very Good Year | wmqcolby
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A great WordPress.com site. A Scar Is Born →. A Very Good Year. November 6, 2014. Hello, Fellow Fictioneers! I just returned from overseas, so I have been in absentia and have missed a lot of your smiling faces. Jean Hays sent Rochelle this really cool picture for a prompt. Thanks, Jean! The restaurant mentioned in this story actually exists, by the way, and is one of my favorites — the Gas Light Grill in Leawood, Kansas. Elegant food, a classic jazz ensemble and a dance floor. Love it! A Very Good Year.
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Pancakes | Cole H. Turner
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Cole H. Turner. Writer of short stories, and flash fiction. April 16, 2015. April 16, 2015. Cole H. Turner. Keyley glanced up at her mother. “Mommy, what”s the blue light on the stove.”. 8220;It’s a flame. Never touch it. You’ll get hurt,” said Jamie. 8220;Can I help,” said Keyley. 8220;No, because the pancakes are ready,” said Jamie. 8220;Yummy.”. Jamie’s cell buzzed on the counter. “Would you go wake Ethan and Daddy? With a mischievous grin Keyley said, “O.K.”. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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Lamb Chops | nanclairefalkner
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By, Nan Claire Falkner. In the distance wolves howled their messages to the pack and then they all congregated near the bluff. Below the cliff, were the non-suspecting sheep enjoying a cool breeze and the water flowing in the stream. It was perfect. The shepherd boy was fast asleep as his father noticed the movement on the cliff. Cocking his weapon, the first wolf never saw it coming. Although, Mutton stew sounds mighty good! This entry was posted on August 7, 2015. Bookmark the permalink. 30 Years of Fun.
