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Photo newism.

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I haven’t done a wordpress photo challenge in a while but thought the photo here fit this week’s criteria about as well as a photo could. This was taken early morning as the sun was rising on not only a new day, but a new year.

I spent the New Year’s with some friends at Myrtle Beach, SC and my wife took this from an eighth floor balcony of the hotel we were staying at just a few hours into January 1st, 2015.

The start of this year was a little less stressful than last which is a wonderful thing. With everything that was going on in my family during the last few months of 2013 and first few of 2014 I wouldn’t have even thought about leaving town.

2015 was a different story and when invited, it sounded like a perfect idea.

New year, new hopes and new possibilities.  Photo newism at it’s finest!

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Happy Birthday

happybirthdayI was a little bored at work today and decided to play around on bitstrips creating my own comic. This one is loosely based on todays Daily Prompt which I had already posted a response to earlier. Hope you enjoy and I promise I won’t make it a regular thing. Like I said, just playing around a bit.

Posted in Daily Prompt, Short Stories

My gift for you

love-316640_640I couldn’t wait to meet up with Suzie. After telling her I was working all day yesterday we were supposed to spend today, our six month anniversary, together. She didn’t know I really wasn’t working but instead I was off getting her gift. Well, actually it was as much for me as her and the pain had been worth it. The large heart with our names surrounding it looked great on my right forearm.

We had met online, one of those dating sites. I never expected to meet my soulmate through a computer but after the last six months I knew this was the real thing. Suzie felt the same way I was certain. She had been reluctant to share a whole lot about herself at first but recently had told me much about her past. After having several bad experiences with online dates I tried to be understanding and not push for too much too soon.

I dressed in my best clothes making sure to have a long sleeve shirt to cover my arm. I wanted to really surprise her when I pulled the sleeve up and showcased my new art. While I was getting ready I noticed a message on the answering machine. I didn’t remember it ever ringing but the little light was flashing. I pressed the play button and heard a garbled message playback. The only part I could understand was the end.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you months ago” Suzie said before the message ended.

What the heck was that all about? I tried to call her back but with no answer. She was probably already on her way over by now. We were supposed to meet at my place at noon before leaving for our dinner and night out. Sure enough it was only minutes later she was at my door. She entered and we kissed as usual, then I asked about the message.

“All I got was the end. You were apologizing for something.” I told her.

“Oh. I was hoping you already had heard my message. I know I should have told you long before now but I wanted to be sure what we had was real. You see I lied about my real name on the dating site.”

“You what. You mean Suzie is not your real name?”  I asked

“No it’s actually Destiny but people always see that name on a dating site and form weird opinions before meeting me. I made up a different name to see if I could find a different kind of date. It worked so well because I found you. I just didn’t know exactly how or when to tell you the truth.”

“I guess I can understand that.” I told her while rubbing my new art beneath my sleeve.


Written for today’s Daily Prompt: Bad Signal

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

Posted in Daily Prompt, Short Stories

Clone of discomfort

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I had known Roger a few years but this was the first time I had been by his house. We normally met up at the bar and just hung out after work but today he asked me to pick him up after his car broke down. He lived just a few blocks over so it wasn’t a big deal. Upon arriving I decided I had to see the inside of his place as he was always bragging about his great bachelor pad.

I knocked and he answered inviting me in. I quickly realized something odd. His place was an exact duplicate of mine right down to the carpet and color on the walls. What the heck? I had just painted my place last month. Why did he have the same color, the same furniture, the same picture of a sailboat on his wall? This was just way too weird.

He left me in the front room while he grabbed his shoes. The more I looked around the more it creeped me out. Even the magazine on the end table was the same as mine at home. The coat rack in the corner, the coat hanging loosely from it all identical. The carpet stain in front of the sofa was even there. Wait, what was that?

“The eagle statue, I don’t have it!” I screamed aloud not even realizing it.

Roger entered back into the room “Yeah, I just got that last weekend. Do you collect eagle’s or something? What you mean you don’t have it?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just, uh, admiring it.” I said while at the same time having a flashback from earlier in the day.

Did I? I think I did. Yeah, I just purchased the same one. But I just bought it today. Roger said he got his last weekend. How did he know I was going to purchase it?

“I got this one yesterday but I haven’t put it out yet.” Roger said pulling a new eagle figurine from a bag. “I think it’s an even nicer piece. I’m going to put it over on that stand in the corner.”

“Yeah, that one’s cool.” I replied while trying to suppress the urge to run out the door.

I needed to go buy one. I had to have it. Wait. Why was I having this urge? Was I the stalker?


Written for today’s Daily Prompt: Doppelganger Alert.

You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?

Posted in Daily Prompt, Short Stories

Just the directions please

compass-32477_640It was late in the evening when I heard the knock at the front door. Who could be visiting at this time of night? It had been a few days since I had even spoken to another person and that was fine with me. People just meant problems and I was perfectly content to not share theirs.

I reluctantly headed over and opened the door. In front of me stood a defeated man. He looked tired and a bit aggravated. His hands were covered in grease and his shirt was soaked in sweat. He looked up and started to speak when I stopped him.

“I’m not buying whatever you are selling and I’m not interested in hearing the good word!”  I told him quickly.

“Sir, I’m not here for any of that. I just need to know where the nearest gas station is?” He replied

“What’s the matter, thought all you youngsters had those gp thingies. Like maps and stuff on everything.”

“I don’t have one and I’ve been walking for a mile looking. I just need some directions and I’ll leave you alone.”

“It’s funny you ask, which way did you come from.” I asked, then continued. “Down here about a block to the left there used to be a store, but it closed about three years ago. Now the only place around is up by Bill’s old place, but their gas is outrageous. I remember buying gas for less than fifty cents a gallon. In my day a dollar would get you anywhere you wanted and a meal on the way.”

“Sir, I just need to know where it is? Please I need to get going.”

“I told you there’s one over by Bill’s old place, there at the crossroads coming from Jordan’s farm. You just don’t listen”

“Sir, I don’t know Bill or Jordan’s farm. I’m just passing through. Can you please just tell me which direction to go?”

“If you would stop interrupting I could tell you. I swear the younger generation just has no respect nowadays. You try to help and all they want is to get going, be on the move, do drugs and go drunk driving. Is that your problem boy. Did you drive drunk into a tree?”

“No sir. I’m sorry. Please go on, I am listening now.”

“Okay then. you know my son was just like you. All hot tempered and easily irritated. It cost him when he got into a bar fight a few years back. He’s in jail now. You ever been to prison?”

“No sir.”

“Well you keep up with that attitude and you’ll be there soon. He never thought he would be there either. I told him but he would just ignore me. Guess my years and experience don’t count for anything. I’ve been through more in my days than you could ever even imagine, but still you just think I’m an old man. Give me the information and then go back to dying. I know that’s what you are thinking.”

“That’s not even, I mean, I would never…”

“I know how you think. You’re probably headed over to that whore house in town. Get your thingy polished off and forget about the old guy who helped get you there. Hell, you ever think maybe I might need a good polishing. No, hell I’m probably too old and can’t get going, right? Boy I could tell you some stories that would make your ears bleed. I was stationed overseas, hell there are probably a half dozen kids out there I never even met.”

I looked up and realized the man was gone. No thank you, nothing. Ungrateful little piss-ant. Get the information and take off. Just another rude youngster. I guess it’s back to the quiet of my empty house.


Story written for today’s Daily Prompt: Circuitous Paths

A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.