tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post2519059706216845335..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: Friday Funkday - 3 Word SaladWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-11666506013227460352009-07-04T00:21:31.099-04:002009-07-04T00:21:31.099-04:00Yeah, I'm sure she's not doing anything. L...Yeah, I'm sure she's not doing anything. LOL<br />What's happened to RJ? B.Nagel? Maybe it's the holiday weekend thing.Deb Markantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504649268821803688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-61411835958841266192009-07-04T00:08:15.587-04:002009-07-04T00:08:15.587-04:00Thanks, Deb! We need to get Heather to post one s...Thanks, Deb! We need to get Heather to post one since she didn't yesterday (when she said she would - ahem).<br /><br />Ohhh, Heather!Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-28442813672339568662009-07-04T00:04:33.735-04:002009-07-04T00:04:33.735-04:00HAHAHAHA! ROFL...I love it, Casey!HAHAHAHA! ROFL...I love it, Casey!Deb Markantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504649268821803688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-90904902735953840052009-07-04T00:02:17.416-04:002009-07-04T00:02:17.416-04:00(I hope you guys get this - lol)
I was doodling i...(I hope you guys get this - lol)<br /><br />I was doodling in my spiral during French class when James leaned over and whispered, “What's that?”<br /><br />I put the final touches on my masterpiece and then spun it around so he could see it better. “It’s you.”<br /><br />“Me?” James studied the funny little dude in the football uniform. “Why does my head look like a brick?”<br /><br />“It’s a block,” I reassured him.<br /><br />He studied the drawing long and hard before admitting, “I don’t get it.”<br /><br />I smiled and pulled the spiral back over to me. “Oh, I know.”Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-23659188452520645992009-07-03T23:41:33.053-04:002009-07-03T23:41:33.053-04:00Thanks Casey! Anyone else going to post? Anyone???...Thanks Casey! Anyone else going to post? Anyone???Deb Markantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504649268821803688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-56153994889860963032009-07-03T23:05:11.074-04:002009-07-03T23:05:11.074-04:00Hahahaha - BRILLIANT, Deb.Hahahaha - BRILLIANT, Deb.Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-14607014133861579652009-07-03T22:27:09.893-04:002009-07-03T22:27:09.893-04:00This was a bad idea. The lump in my throat was a c...This was a bad idea. The lump in my throat was a clear indication. But sometimes you just had to ignore that inner wisdom and go with reckless. This was one of those times.<br /><br />I'd written an entire spiral notebook of poems for Brady Connor. Love poems. He knew all about it because I had read one to him each night for the last three months. <br /><br />Now, I was going to honor Brady with a presentation of the completed work.<br />I carefully wrapped the black-bound notebook around the dirty brick I'd found in the alley and secured it with duct tape. <br /><br />Damn, this thing was heavy. Hopefully I had enough muscle to make my mark. I brought the package close to my lips for a send-off kiss. <br /><br />"This is for you Brady," I whispered to the brick, "for ignoring <i>your</i> inner wisdom and being reckless with Janie Williams."Deb Markantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504649268821803688noreply@blogger.com