Bring your writing materials and an open mind.
New members are always welcome. Call 619-478-5945 for information about attending one of our sessions at the Campo-Morena Village Branch Library (a branch of the San Diego County Library - 2012 Library of the Year!) in Campo, California.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Autumnal Equinox Session: September 22, 2012
Here we have yet another selection of our off-the-cuff, unedited, spontaneous outbursts....
"Let me tell you why I had to buy that ostrich."
by PV
Let me tell you why I had to buy that ostrich - that I took this picture from. I have only a few moments to enter this in my journal since the irate Thai police are hot on my trail, as well as the disgruntled bird handler from whom I appropriated this bird. I needed an escape and prayed to the Gods the handler wouldn't see me as a complete cad, after all I did leave him the police rickshaw which had providentially fallen into my nimble hands and strong legs. I only wanted a closer look at the ruby in the Buddha's forehead and my discovery that it was paste would not endear me to any of the faithful no matter my protestations.
"It may not be worth anything."
by BG
It may not be worth anything but we have got to get out there and find out what the source of this milk spill is. Eventually, if we let it go, the milk could blanket the whole ocean and all the fish and plants and coral reefs, and then what would happen? Will they be affected like when they kept having oil spills down on earth during the time they were pumping it out of the ground to use for fuel to run machines of that time period? Can this be the start of that kind of crisis?
"Vicky flung the coffee dregs in Jack's face."
by TT
One day Vicky, the hair stylist, flung coffee dregs in her husband Jack's face. He took offense and next time he came he wore a deep sea divers outfit. Here's a picture of Vicky and her husband before the divorce.
"Describe the yellow bird. What did the yellow bird do? What did he say about it? What did she say about it? Then what happened?
by GS
The flooding was unexpected. The old town had been there 800 years and hadn't been immersed for over 100 years. The large yellow bird had been nesting near the steeple, and became disoriented as the waters rose since its usual feeding grounds disappeared. It flew in larger circles with its magnificent strong wings, looking for a new source of nutrition. Old Man Macintyre thought the bird would move to a new home. His wife pulled out the shotgun and took a wild shot with a load of birdshot, apparently missing the yellow bird which continued its hunt for food. The Macintyres went back to their kitchen to continue their feud, having lost interest in the yellow bird.
"On Saturday Betty watched as one of her daughter's invisible friends stole her ipod."
by CC
On Saturday Betty watched as one of her daughter's invisible friends stole her ipod. She leaned her head against the refrigerator and listened to it hum while the scene replayed itself in her mind: A little girl with a red topknot, almost transparent, walking by with a sneer as she brandished the blue ipod abover her head. She had seen her twice before, plus the chipmunk, too. It wasn't just childhood fantasy. But then, she thought, leaving the refrigerator to walk to the kitchen window, there might be something wrong with her. The awful headaches she had been experiencing since moving to this blasted place, perhaps that was part of the problem. And no wonder she was feeling them. The giant boulders hove into view on either side of the window, pressing in relentlessly, af it trying to squash the house to smithereens. They had tried to make it sound desireable, a cottage on the rocky heath, a romantic kind of place. She would never rent a house sight unseen again.
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"Let me tell you why I had to buy that ostrich."
by PV
Let me tell you why I had to buy that ostrich - that I took this picture from. I have only a few moments to enter this in my journal since the irate Thai police are hot on my trail, as well as the disgruntled bird handler from whom I appropriated this bird. I needed an escape and prayed to the Gods the handler wouldn't see me as a complete cad, after all I did leave him the police rickshaw which had providentially fallen into my nimble hands and strong legs. I only wanted a closer look at the ruby in the Buddha's forehead and my discovery that it was paste would not endear me to any of the faithful no matter my protestations.
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"It may not be worth anything."
by BG
It may not be worth anything but we have got to get out there and find out what the source of this milk spill is. Eventually, if we let it go, the milk could blanket the whole ocean and all the fish and plants and coral reefs, and then what would happen? Will they be affected like when they kept having oil spills down on earth during the time they were pumping it out of the ground to use for fuel to run machines of that time period? Can this be the start of that kind of crisis?
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| http://www.mysteampunkcostume.com/photographs-of-vintage-deep-sea-divers/ |
"Vicky flung the coffee dregs in Jack's face."
by TT
One day Vicky, the hair stylist, flung coffee dregs in her husband Jack's face. He took offense and next time he came he wore a deep sea divers outfit. Here's a picture of Vicky and her husband before the divorce.
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"Describe the yellow bird. What did the yellow bird do? What did he say about it? What did she say about it? Then what happened?
by GS
The flooding was unexpected. The old town had been there 800 years and hadn't been immersed for over 100 years. The large yellow bird had been nesting near the steeple, and became disoriented as the waters rose since its usual feeding grounds disappeared. It flew in larger circles with its magnificent strong wings, looking for a new source of nutrition. Old Man Macintyre thought the bird would move to a new home. His wife pulled out the shotgun and took a wild shot with a load of birdshot, apparently missing the yellow bird which continued its hunt for food. The Macintyres went back to their kitchen to continue their feud, having lost interest in the yellow bird.
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"On Saturday Betty watched as one of her daughter's invisible friends stole her ipod."
by CC
On Saturday Betty watched as one of her daughter's invisible friends stole her ipod. She leaned her head against the refrigerator and listened to it hum while the scene replayed itself in her mind: A little girl with a red topknot, almost transparent, walking by with a sneer as she brandished the blue ipod abover her head. She had seen her twice before, plus the chipmunk, too. It wasn't just childhood fantasy. But then, she thought, leaving the refrigerator to walk to the kitchen window, there might be something wrong with her. The awful headaches she had been experiencing since moving to this blasted place, perhaps that was part of the problem. And no wonder she was feeling them. The giant boulders hove into view on either side of the window, pressing in relentlessly, af it trying to squash the house to smithereens. They had tried to make it sound desireable, a cottage on the rocky heath, a romantic kind of place. She would never rent a house sight unseen again.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Next Meeting Saturday, September 22, at 10:30 a.m.
Bring writing materials, and whatever you've been working on.
Session: September 8, 2012
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| http://strange-games.blogspot.com/2006/12/shoe-wild-mare-strange-christmas-games.html |
"Follow these rules and we'll get along fine."
by TT
A photographer was there during my pedicure by the groom. He didn't get a photograph when I leaned my head down and nipped the groom in the ass. His pants fell down. The photographer left in a hurry for some reason. Follow these rules and we'll get along fine, I thought to myself.
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http://www.blogto.com/city/2010/10/strange_and_quirky_photos_of_toronto/
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"The door slammed shut in a gust of wind, startling everyone."
by GS
The party invitation came at the last minute, giving the date (tomorrow), the time (8 PM) and the address: 88 Strange Street. It also said "Come with no expectations." For the past year I had been socializing with a group of non-traditionalists who often concocted elaborate scenarios for our get-togethers, so the invitation was not a complete surprise. I had never heard of Strange Street, but Google knew all about it, so I biked over. The home appeared to be abandoned with an overgrown yard of derelict weeds, broken steps, and a rusting car hulk in the driveway. I entered cautiously but with 'no expectations' since I can follow directions. About a dozen others were there, chatting in the front room, all as mystified as I was. There was no hint of what would come next. Suddenly the lights went out, and the door slammed shut in a gust of wind, startling everyone. The sound of clanking chains from the basement became louder as we huddled in amazement. The floor collapsed suddenly and we all fell into the basement where our host had prepared refreshments. Strange Street was named appropriately!
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"She leaned around the corner to see if the man with the gun was still in the lobby."
by PV
Puss and her shadow confirmed it. The gunman's toady at the side displayed a stoicism as if he was accustomed to these strange arrangements. Obviously the nervous host for this Feline Fancier Fanfare had not anticipated this variation of catnapping. Me, I'm a mouse of a journalist charged with conveying my own unvarnished account of momentous events. Millicent would applaud him for once again a magnificent mighty mouse scoop.
"Late again."
by CC
Phyllis hated herself. No, that was too strong. She was disappointed in herself. Life had handed her lemons, sure, but she hadn’t made lemonade. She looked at herself in the mirror: Frumpy. Her life seemed to have come to an end, and all she could do was mess things up. Case in point: She had to be downtown to pay that traffic ticket in two hours. Late again.
Her daughter had bought her the silly little car – she had told Phyllis that she didn’t need the Ford anymore, and parking would be so much easier. Phyllis walked out to the curb and kicked its little tire. Hard to believe you could get a ticket in this thing. It was too embarrassing. And if her daughter found out about it, she might take the car back and give her a bus pass next time.
Suddenly everything came to the boiling point. Phyllis strode back into the house and rummaged around in the closet for an old bedspread and a football helmet that one of the kids had stashed there years ago. She grabbed her suitcase and threw some clothes into it.
She was an outlaw, that was it. And proud of it. She was even a superhero outlaw. Climbing in the little car she threw open the sun roof, and floored the car – breaking the speed limit all the way.
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