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"He floored the gas pedal, and the car shot backwards out of the driveway onto the busy street."
by RB
He drove in reverse out of the driveway. he headed out from his dirty, dusty quarters where he was living after coming out of the city. He preferred the dusty roads in the mountains, escaping to the hills and mountainous areas.
While in the city he encountered people, mostly employees of pharmacies where he picked up his medication, who reminded him of dinosaurs. The last of a dying breed.
While backing out of the driveway he imagined the history of dinosaurs walking the ground, which reminded him of himself and his long, lost friends.
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"She kept her house spotlessly clean but her car was a mess."
by TNT
Well, it was a worthwhile quest for a Christmas present. She found the perfect gift for Howard - a statue of an Egyptian Pharaoh and his wife. It reminded her of herself and Howard - her support and their common goals: Forward looking and determined as well as physically fit. She thought he would appreciate it. She put the statue in the center of the hallway next to the staircase. She couldn't wait until he saw it.
Howard came home from the office exhausted. He had borrowed her car and it was a mess. She kept her house spotlessly clean, but her car was a disaster. Howard was furious with her and didn't notice the statue. Sally was so disappointed - she decided their marriage was over. She couldn't live up to Howard's perfectionism.
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"He received the subpoena in the morning."
by KC
Wallace stared into the fire. He considered taking his coffee to the patio, but the morning was still a touch too cold. As he sat back in the worn leather chair it groaned slightly. His dog Mack looked up, thinking it was time to go for the usual morning walk. Wallace looked at the old hound and said, "Later, we'll go out later. boy."
As Wallace lifted his coffee cup, the subpoena he had received earlier that morning stuck to the bottom of the cup. He pulled the paper off and set it down. He laughed when he saw the ring left encircling the words "Office of the District Attorney, San Diego."
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“Look here,” he said with
frustration. “If you keep on doing the same things, nothing will ever change!”
by CC
Brent was always
irritating me with his cliché critiques. So what if nothing ever changed, I
thought sullenly as we marched along the shoreline. Some vacation. I was
getting pretty tired of him by now. The engagement ring would be coming off
before long. Now that would be a change, eh, Brent, I thought with more cheer.
Suddenly he bounded over
to a pile of shoreline boulders. He climbed to the top of the largest, still
exhorting me to greater productivity through the power of mind, though the wind
mercifully snatched most of his words away.
As I looked at my toes,
idly wondering if I should switch the polish from Luminous Peach to Dynamite Sparkle, I heard an enormous crack and looked up to see Brent standing in the
cleft made where the rock had just, somehow, separated. Brent straddled the
crack pushing on one side with his arms, and I could hear him bellowing “The
power of the mind can remove even the most immense obstacles!”
Oh, Brent, I thought.
Impressive but you still bore me. You’re like a talk show host.
Then, suddenly, there was
another enormous crack and I looked back to see the boulder had closed up
again, and there was no sign of Brent. Amazing. Perhaps the boulder had a mind,
too.
Now everything was so
still and peaceful. The sea lapped against the shore. I could hear birds in the
distance. Yes, Dynamite Sparkle it would be. I loved how just thinking about it
brought change into my life!
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"Nobody cared anymore. They just looked down at their feet as they shuffled along."
by BG
Ever since Please Don't Eat the Daisies went off the air decades ago, the sheep dog acting guild has lost almost all its members. Of course the original group has all passed on but for a while there was quite an active membership of descendants participating in activities and going for casting calls and being sent on canine positions in theater, movies and TV.
Within the last several years work for the group slowed to a trickle of bit parts, and members became disheartened and just about everyone moved on. Many blame the rising popularity of that guy who wrote so many things about yellow labs, others just say nobody cared anymore. They just looked down at their feet as they shuffled along, following the trend for short haired dogs.
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By MD
It’s always tough being the
younger, smaller twin. And saddled with
the name Hobart didn’t help either. His
twin, Herbert, was always the favorite of his parents, and thus, Hobart
struggled to keep up.
“Ho, Ho, Ho. Hobart,” his
twin brother taunted. What will you be
asking Santa for for Christmas? I’m
going to get a horse. I know Santa will
bring it this year -- Dad even built a stable for it.”
Hobart grimaced. “A horse?
Why would Santa bring you a horse?
Dad wouldn’t even let us have a cat -- Santa has to know we’re not
allowed to have animals. And besides,
how would Santa fit a horse on his sleigh?”
“I don’t care what you
think. It’s a horse this year, and I’m
going to name him John.”
When Christmas morning
arrived, both boys were surprised with their gifts. And as predicted, Herbert wish was granted,
and there was a young piebald in the stable.
What was truly surprising, though, was the mule in the adjoining
stall. The mule was wearing a tag which
read “For Hobart from Santa.”
“This is amazing!” Hobart
shouted. “How did Santa know?” Hobart thought it was his little secret that
Hobart rode mules because horses frightened him.
“So what will you name your
mule Hobart? You already know my horse
is named John.”
