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 Flash Fiction for Fun Photo from Flickr and edited by the author  This is called Flash Fiction . I’ve just re-invented it! Before each sentence think to yourself, “I won’t take it anymore…” in any variety of ways, and see what you can imagine. Let’s begin! … She didn’t. Knife in her garter. … He did though. Everyday, for the rest of his life to the end of his rope. … She didn’t. Got better. Got worse. Then she did and she got better for awhile. The hands were mangled, and the knife… She sits by the bench as it passes. The wind from it pulling her beggar’s sign along with the tumbling newspapers… … An empty toilet. It’s less messy to leave it. … No soda for you, but you’re up a dollar. … “POP!” said the balloon. … and don’t you take it either. “Put it back. Let’s go, Son!” … That’s what she said. I hope you enjoyed my little romps of the imagination! It’s easy to do. Try it! If you’re inspired, connect with me over here . If you’re curious, leave me your email here ...

 More off-beat poetry by Jay Horne that will make you think you caught a buzz. All Illustrations by Jay Horne and Copyright 2021 by Bookflurry Inc. Killbuzz I’ll kiss you on your forehead, nose, knees, and elbows too I’ll kiss you on your cheek,and back, then along your neck Woo Hoo! But when I try and kiss you on your ear, please tell me why… You chase me with a vengeful shoo and remark that I should die. Shipments and Cargo | Just take another Dose Jiminy Cricket lost his ball in a thicket when he was doing so well He was no lamer than a Pokemon trainer who’s turtle was beat by a snail When it was raining cats and dogs Jill went to get her pail But the poodles had all turned to ice and the rain had turned into hail They took shelter with a baby-sitter serving cough syrup and sweets Then wondered why’s the running done by noses and all the smelling done by feets! Why do cars drop shipments and ships drop cars that go? Supercalifragilisticexpeala Do! In GLove Ever wonder ...

Perversion, death and breasts, advice from a SEAL, and our right to question everything. Image by Juergen_G from Pixabay and edited by the author I’ve successfully made it through about a fifth of the New Living Translation of the Holy Bible. About now, is when I’m getting a little leery about reading any other scriptures, as I’ve seen what happened to Pharaoh. I mean, I don’t want to go read back through the copy of the Quran I have on the shelf and end up coming down with the plague! But, if I did come down with the plague, would I be stupid enough not to burn it? Of course, this is only speculative. Isn’t this a war on literature? My co-worker Phil (hence the title Phil-osophy) made a point that something like 1.2 billion people on Earth believe in the Hindu religion. So, wouldn’t being punished for exploring their beliefs, to better understand them, be a little harsh? It’s kinda like turning your back and ignoring the others. Or, as Phil put it, basking in ignorance. Som...

Being the sexiest man in the world gives you room to be bat-shit crazy Image Courtesy of Flickr.com and edited by the author For years, my mother had been telling me to watch the Silver Linings Playbook with Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawrence . It would have nothing to do with the fact that people always say I look like him. But, Mom’s interest in my watching it was more-so along the lines that I act just like he does in the movie. My wife, Angela and I watched it together and she totally agrees. I had stuck a picture of Cooper on my dream board a few years back as an ultimate goal of one-day becoming his stunt double. I can definitely take a few hits for minimum wage. Hell, I’ve been doing it my whole life! So, what ‘s the Universe telling me through this movie? To take my medicine, or that I need a wife just as crazy as I am? Who knows . The world is a shit-show right now. Everyone seems to want to point fingers at everyone else. Who’s responsible. And this is no...

Urban Flash Fiction Photo by Dan Gold on  Unsplash Even if everyone disappeared, Robin’s world wouldn’t be any quieter. No one is ever really talking to Robin, or they would have touched him — jolted him from his dream. Someone would be looking directly through him, gums flapping, fingers pointing, anger in their eyes, a curly black locke bobbing over a wrinkled brow as they approached in angst. But then he’d realize there was someone behind him, and a fight would break out… but that wouldn’t hold his interest. Things aren’t the same without noise. Noise use to attach itself to the important stuff. A car crash; high-pitched screech, always accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, followed by sirens. Or was it the other way around? Without sound, Robin’s attention was like the tip of a pen light. He either looked at something or he didn’t. And he never looked at things that reminded him of the power of sound. He , or maybe it was his eyes, would decide what was important and ...

Copyright 2014 Illustrations designed by Jay Horne Margaret gets her first job assignment in high school. The only problem is that everyone knows to stay away from the dilapidated warehouse on 9th and Melon. Is she too old to let childish stories scare her off from cleaning the old windows? Classic Bedtime Horror.

It’s just a little further One morning, after a twenty-four hour shift, I strapped sneakers on and set out for the year’s first half-marathon. I’d plotted a course that started right near the back of Fire Station number Two in Palmetto, FL and wound through Emerson Point along the Gulf of Mexico. The first mile was a shaded concrete footpath. A ditch, barely alive with the trickle of non-recent rainfall was on my left. Chain link fence edged the wooded track on my right. Brief swaths of land would occasionally interrupt the running chain link, those were strategically marked with outdoor exercise equipment. A wooden lean-to, designated for sit-ups, a push-up bar, a pull-up station. The apparatus served as a nice warm-up; one final procrastination for the coming three-hour crawl. As the obstacles came to an end over one last culvert, I pushed on between two white poles preventing vehicles mistaking the concrete trail for a left hand turn. A definite possibil...