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The Brown Paper Bomb
The Brown Paper Bomb They sent me in to investigate a lonely brown parcel in the airport. A lady reported the package, then a man reported it, then a child looked at it and screamed and soon the whole entire airport was in an uproar about the brown paper parcel.
Mental SweatPublished 3 years ago in Journal5 Unsplash Photos I’m Tired of Seeing Around Vocal
Vocal creators who have been on this site for about six months or longer probably know the feeling: when you're scrolling through top stories or the submissions to a challenge and every cover photo looks. exactly. the same. Am I dreaming? Did I just see two stories right next to each other with the same lady covered in popcorn?
Kathryn MilewskiPublished 3 years ago in JournalDARN NEEDLE, I KEEP GETTING STUCK
I had no plans to enter this challenge. I see so many talented and amazing entries in these creative challenges. It amazes me the minds of these creators, I admire them and envy them a little at the same time. I do have my little quirks that I try my hands at from time to time.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in JournalThe Last of All Redundant Essays
The Most Redundant Words to Delete From Your Writing Advice on extraneous words from the Random House copy chief The consensus of opinion these days seems to be that redundancy in writing is bad. While it may be the general consensus it is not an absolute certainty that this is the case. In fact it might possibly be the case that redundancies are more superior to other methods of emphasis when it comes to getting and keeping your readers attention, despite what Random House copy chief Benjamin Dreyer says in the above linked piece.
Everyday JunglistPublished 3 years ago in JournalLimo Stories #1
Its 6:00 AM and 12 degrees on the Tuesday before Christmas. I back down a long suburban driveway for a 6:15 AM pickup of a woman plus three extra passengers. At about 6:10, the woman comes out to tell me that the bags are ready to go. Now she’s the typical kept housewife: no job, three to four kids and the most serious thing she has to deal with on a daily basis is keeping her yoga appointment. I get out of the car to fetch the bags off the porch, dump them in the trunk and out comes a boy and girl about seven years old.
Nicky TestafortePublished 3 years ago in JournalNibbles to 4th May 2021
DAVID vs GOLIATH IN A SHOPPING PARADE “One person can make a difference, and everyone should try” JFK (Allegedly) Near where we live is a small parade of four shops. If I mentioned three of their trading names beyond the confines of Ringwood here in Hampshire in the UK people would not recognize them. That is how local and independent these three shops are. They harbour no ambitions for national or global dominance, just a desire to service the local community through sheer hard work to supply the quality of products that local consumers want. They are Belinda’s the bakery, Poulner Fish and Chips and the Wine Box. There is a fourth shop, a Tesco Express, which is owned by a national giant in the UK retail trade sector. (annual turnover 2019 £37.2 billion.) A true "Goliath" of UK retail.
Alan RussellPublished 3 years ago in JournalA Field Guide to Creative Writing Classes (Part Two of a Series)
Continued from Part One... WARNING: This series of articles may offend women, men, minorities, non-minorities, animal-rights people, SF fans, fantasy fans, horror fans, romance fans, poets, sociopaths, sociopathic poets, Moms, Dads, Christians, non-Christians, Narcotics Anonymous people, piscetarians, vegetarians, vegans, and well, pretty much anyone who isn’t me.
Deborah MoranPublished 3 years ago in JournalA Field Guide to Creative Writing Classes, Part One of a Series
I recently had a wide-ranging conversation with a friend, another writer, over drinks, about the various writer’s groups and creative writing classes we have participated in over the years. This led to the realization that –
Deborah MoranPublished 3 years ago in JournalCaveat Lector - let the reader beware to 30th March 2021
"Observation is a dying art" - Stanley Kubrick FOR GOODNESS SAKE SIR DESMOND CHECK YOUR FACTS Our local Member of Parliament, The Right Honorable Sir Desmond Swayne MP, like many of his fellow MP's publishes a regular BLOG. There is an extract shown below:
Alan RussellPublished 3 years ago in JournalOmar's Diary for the rest of March 2021
The last to weeks of March have not been too bad. Mitzi has fully recovered, Man Servant has recovered from his first COVID vaccination and we are waiting to see what side effects Lady Servant will develop overnight following her first vaccination late this afternoon, 26th March 2021. Hopefully they won’t be as bad as Man Servant’s reaction as he did rather suffer. Part of me thinks he may have been hamming it up a bit.
Alan RussellPublished 3 years ago in JournalIn the Line of Duty
Red exit-sign ribbons shimmering the lengths of freshly-polished linoleum floors in darkened hallways with locked passages waiting for the jingling of rings of keys to give them a purpose and the promise of a daily life. Soldier-like Coke machines alongside transparent condiment vendors, all with “OUT OF ORDER” proclamations scotch-taped between their eyes, advertising their most-recent injury in an ongoing battle – a battle that has rendered them again, space-occupying, lethargic and useless ornaments of the catacomb landscapes that will soon bustle with the sounds and various fragrances of a needy and youthful humanity – and propped in varying degrees of lifelessness against barren, inert and sterile walls in a hostile foreign land.
John Oliver SmithPublished 3 years ago in JournalWorking Hell to Five
There were a couple of perks when it came to working for the Corporate Headquarters of Hell, in Dio’s opinion. First being, it was always extremely warm inside of the office building. No matter what the weather may be like outside, inside of the office was always heated to a cozy 80 degrees Fahrenheit. This was extremely to Dio’s liking, as his favorite feature about himself was undoubtedly his legs, and 80 degrees was the perfect temperature for wearing shorts. Secondly, (some other demons might have this listed as a negative), was that Dolly Parton’s hit song “9-5” constantly played on repeat in the background over the corporate intercom. Personally, Dio found it extremely invigorating to listen about “climbing the corporate ladder” and “fighting the man” while slowly plunking away at his emails. It was during Dolly’s refrain of “I swear sometimes that man is out to get me” one morning that Dio received an email from his upper manager, Belphagor, marked URGENT: JOB PENDING. Seeing as the last time he had checked, Dio did have a job and it was with the Plague Division (under the Chaos Branch of Hell), he found the title of the email to be extremely unnerving.