*giggle*. I guess the spelling police have been around for a LONG time.
Flash Friday Fiction: If The Fates Allow
If The Fates Allow
Margaret Locke (margaretlocke.com or @Margaret_Locke)
160 words
Furby gone bad, they called me. I don’t blame them. I mean, look at me. Weird fringe all over, who-knows-what-they-are balls for a nose, and this sparkly purple tail hanging low.
I’m no dragon. I’m a travesty.
And I love it. Because the girl decorated me herself, her delicate fingers placing each bit of fluff and ornamentation.
“Isn’t he boo-ti-fow, mama?”
The mother had nodded, her sad eyes betraying the smile on her face.
“I’m gonna wave him in da parade! And this one on da uver hand!”
“And the third?” the father’d said, chuckling.
“On my head!”
If only.
I hadn’t seen her after that. Something about white blood cell counts and immune systems and grandparents flying in.
The father abandoned us here today. “Keeping a promise,” he’d whispered. “She didn’t make it. But you did. You’re here.”
My mouth falls open.
How could he leave me, too? Life isn’t supposed to be like this.
Is it?
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Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays from Me to You!
Just a quick note to say Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone. I’m so very grateful for all the support friends, family, fellow writers, and even complete strangers (now not so strange ;)) have given me over the past year as I pursue my writing dream.
Let me know what you want 2015 to hold for you… For me, my top priority is getting A Man of Character out, so that by next Christmas I’ll truly be a published author!
Monday Funnies: He’s In A Comma
Why does this make me giggle so much?
Flash Friday Fiction: Clause and Effect
Clause and Effect – 158 words
I had to do it.
I mean, have you seen all the press that stupid Elf on the Shelf has been getting lately? Cavorting with Barbies, snorting powdered sugar, pooping on cookies?
He lands Barbie and I’m stuck with ol’ Mrs. Claus? Come on.
Seriously, it’s as if people have forgotten I’m the reason for the Season.
Er, well, you get my drift.
I didn’t think anyone’d notice. People leave me cookies all the time. What’s the big deal about sampling a wee bit early? A man’s gotta drown his sorrows somehow.
Who knew she’d turn me in for taking a bite? Just one bite. OK, so it was out of fourteen cookies. Perhaps I should have stuck with two. But quality control, I tell you.
Now here I am, locked up. Until the 24th, at least. Because no matter what fame that idiot Elf claims, I’m still Big Man on Campus come the 25th.
Take that, Elf.
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Hee hee hee. I couldn’t resist, especially after a friend told me a mysterious someone had taken one bite each out of fourteen of the Christmas cookies she had just baked. She blamed her child, but I maintain it could have been Santa himself.
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