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Story Bartender
It’s eight o’clock on a Friday, the regular crowd meanders in. No, this isn’t a story about the Piano Man, this is a story about the Story Bartender.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished about a year ago in FictionThe Rhythm of Change
The Rhythm of Change Sitting on the couch, contemplating my crumbling marriage - he was an asshole, I blamed myself - I was watching late night tv and drinking too much wine. An awkward woman appeared on the show. She had long, red hair and a captivating energy. She played the piano and sang a very strange and haunting song. Her lyrics spoke to me. Her musical sound, intriguing: different. I couldn’t turn away.
KJ AartilaPublished about a year ago in BeatInspector Clueless And The Missing Writer
April 2023, and a writer has gone missing. When he vanishes, leaving behind very few clues, an intrepid detective is called in to solve the caper. The intrepid detective is none other than the notorious Inspector Jack Clueless, a local legend at the bars and in his own mind.
Jason Ray MortonPublished about a year ago in FictionWoke: What It Truly Means and What It Doesn't Mean
I've been sitting on this for a long time...a long time. It's time we had a talk about this. It's been out there, big time, in the public eye for about three years, but it goes much much farther than that. You know what I'm talking about. The four letter word that is said with passion by some, and disdain from others. Let's talk about that word, shall we? Woke.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about a year ago in HumansWorst Friend Ever
When I need uplifting you’re tearing me down If I need a lifeline you’re letting me drown When I need a hand you keep pulling away
Earl W. PearlPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Patience
Dear Patience, Where did you go? I looked for you earlier, but you were gone away. You were here on Thursday when we were watching the game and she kept forgetting that our team scored. You were right by my side when she cheered again and offered yet another high-five, which you happily accepted.
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsOn Steak and Purple Prose
It was after we ordered our steaks - medium-rare as that was the most done way one could order a ribeye at a place as opulent as the Blueblood without incurring mockery - that I suggested that the old Russians had it right when they brought Anna Karenina and the Karamazovs to life, to which my dear friend Ernie cried, “are you mad?”
Loryne AndaweyPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Gender-Delineated "Ad Age"
We have established that AI chat tools are a helpful place to begin, but not end, casual research into a topic. Asking ChatGPT for an overview on magazine advertisements in the 1970s revealed a path of questioning about gender roles in mass media. While the written responses did not provide nuance around gender identity and nonbinary readers, it did provide a place to start on this research inquiry. It will be difficult to contine with the resources offered, however, because ChatGPT provided either dead-end links or links to irrelevant articles for further reading.
Kiss me, Kill me
hey self-esteem, my perpetual albatross, (i'd say dear but we both know that isn't true) - when do you think i will be enough?
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in PoetsBreaking the News
The news of today is absurd, When fact and opinions are blurred, You know it’s the worst, When profit is first, And truth comes in second or third.
Dear Terminologia Anatomica,
You call it mucus, discharge, secretion All vague homonyms lacking concretion Vaginas make goo It’s useful goo, too And deserves a word as certain as semen!
Morgana MillerPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Me
Dear Me, there you go again, with midnight twinkling in our bloodshot eyes the blank screen waits patiently fingers tickle the keyboard with subtle pries
Dana StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Secret to Stopping Lunch Thieves
The ‘watching-eye effect’, also called the Hawthorne effect, is a powerful tool that you’ve likely seen in action without even realizing it. This principle is widely used in public spaces and you can harness it's impact on your own life... right down to protecting your lunch from the slippery lunch thief.
Judey KalchikPublished about a year ago in FYIA Response to a Vocalist
Note: I wrote this as a comment on the limerick below, and I was told that maybe I should post this on my page. I would recommend reading the link first and then looking at my five brief lines of thought:
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in PoetsMeloetta’s Jealousy
“Melo look! This one looks like a dolphin jumping out of a sea of clouds!” Meloetta (Mellow-ettah) gave her Grandma the side eye. She crossed her arms even tighter and turned to face her Dad, who was sleeping in the aisle seat.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished about a year ago in HorrorI'm Broken
"Daddy, I'm broken." A phone call at two in the morning, and those words crying out in the dark are the reason I am on this flight. I went to find my daughter, my little girl.
Write A Perfect Body Paragraph Every Time
If an essay were considered in terms of a sandwich, the top and bottom pieces of bread would be the introduction and conclusion. The actual contents of the sandwich—meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and et cetera—would be the body paragraphs. Just like you would not want your sandwich filled with cheap meat, imitation cheese, floppy lettuce and flavorless tomatoes, a teacher does not want paragraphs lacking in substance.
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished about a year ago in EducationApril 15, 2013
Trigger Alert: this is a story about death & loss, specifically the death of our son in a car accident all but ten years ago, told from his point of view. The events are real, though his thoughts are obviously fictional. I’ve written it mostly in hopes of finding some catharsis & share it with you as part of that quest. But if such things make you squeamish, & especially if you knew our son, please don’t read any further. Those who have become a part of this community of loss would sincerely wish that no one else need come to understand what we’re going through, not even so much as to read a story.
Randy Wayne Jellison-KnockPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Humble Chicken Nugget
You are the hot dog of poultry, a breaded mystery meat concoction of dubious origins. Go ahead and keep your secrets, you crunchy little minx! I respect your modified food starch and mechanically separated je ne sais quoi. I honor your likeability and versatility. You are convenient and cheap and available everywhere. You are slowly killing us all, but I’m powerless to resist you.
Leslie WritesPublished about a year ago in FeastCycles of the Moon
“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published about a year ago in Beat