A Story A Day Challenge 2017: What’s Good for the Goose

What’s Good for the Goose

“Will you look at that?” Laura shook her head and tsked.

“She’s such a slut,” Courtney agreed and crossed her arms.

“How’s she do it?” Vicky, the third of their triad, asked.

Across the room, Shelly smiled as Courtney’s boyfriend, Alex, said, “Think she’s jealous yet?”

“Definitely,” Shelly answered. “She’s so pissed, she’ll probably never talk me again.”

Alex’s smile faded. “Sorry about that. I know you were friends—“

“Since kindergarten, but she shouldn’t have cheated on you. You deserve better.”

Alex’s face turned red. ”Yeah, I guess. I never know you guys could be so…”

“Cruel? Vindictive?”

“Helpful.”

A Story A Day Challenge 2017: Better Judgement

Better Judgement

Knives clashed as the two friends parried each other’s attacks.

“Not bad, Quin. You’ve gotten faster.”

Quin grimaced as he blocked another strike. “And you’ve gotten stronger.” He finished by kicking out. His foot connected with Orin’s stomach, sending Orin backwards and onto his back. “But you’re still a poor tactician.”

Putting his knives away, Quin held out a hand, which Orin took.

Once on his feet, Orin straightened his tunic. “You’re right, but we face few experts.”

“There’ll be a time when farmers aren’t our primary target, Brother.”

“You’re right. Ready for another go?”

Smiling, Quin redrew his knives.

A Story A Day Challenge 2017: Expertise Required

Expertise Required

“Come on, baby, it wasn’t that bad.”

Tracy rolled her eyes at her husband, then focused on looking out the window. “I don’t want talk about it.”

Paul wasn’t giving up without a fight. “Sure, it is. Remember when we were dating and we had this same problem?”

That was different, you asshole. “Yeah, so?”

“Remember how I fixed it?”

She sighed. “Yeah.”

“So, I’ll call your sister in the morning.”

She turned to look at him and her eyes bored into his. “Really? You’re going to call her again?”

“Yeah, she’s awesome.”

“Just stop killing our toilets, you ass.”

A Story A Day Challenge 2017: Better Out Than Not

Better Out Than Not

“Dude, I’m telling you, this is going to be freaking awesome!” Henry smiled ear to ear as he dropped his pants and held out the lighter. “I ate three cans of baked beans, Dude. Seriously.”

Mark wondered what he’d done to get involved with someone so damn dumb. Seriously, he silently mocked.

“Come on, Dude.”

Mark shrugged. “Screw it. It’s your ass.”

“Damn right. Hurry up. Something’s coming!”

As Henry bent over, Mark flicked the lighter and held it out. When Henry farted, a blueish flame exploded. Then the screaming started.

“AHHH!!! SHIT!!” Henry danced around, smacking his smoldering backside.

The Poetry Corner featuring Sylvester L. Anderson

Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner! Please join me in welcoming Sylvester L. Anderson. 🙂

Beyond The Surface by Sylvester L. Anderson
We see eye to eye
We have always seen eye to eye
But we see beyond the eyes impressions
Understanding the deeper meaning beneath the surface
Life within life
The essence within creation
We see eye to eye
Appreciating the soul behind the eyes
Loving the whole and not just pieces or parts
In spirit and heart we give gratitude to God
He knows the depths of our hearts
And gifted us with eyes that see beyond the surface of things

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A Story a Day Challenge 2017: Let Her Rip

Let Her Rip

Sawdust and chips of wood flew around Scott and the rumbling roar of the chainsaw blocked out the rest of the world.

It was why he loved his job. Few careers allowed one time to think and keep away from people, and he considered himself lucky to find one that offered both.

The chainsaw vibrated suddenly, causing him to hesitate. Suddenly, a popping sound pierced his earplugs before the chain flew off and tore into his chest and arm.

Dropping the saw, he tried to numbly hold his arm in place.

The world spun as he struggled to remain whole.

A Story A Day Challenge 2017: Fair Share

Fair Share

“Will ya look at that.” Will’s eyes narrowed as he studied the narrow strip of gold dust he’d uncovered where he wanted to pitch his tent. “I didn’t know there was gold up here. And to think, you didn’t want to camp on rocks.”

“I still don’t,” Jessica, his girlfriend said, shaking her head. “They draw out too much heat.”

“Then I’ll keep your share,” Will said without a trace of humor.

“Sure you will. How gentlemanly,” she said, smiling, glad she’d listened to her friend and poked holes in his condoms. One way or the other, she’d own him.