tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post2274457912746526248..comments2024-03-18T09:09:59.625-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: Writing Contest starts 8/3 at noon!Janet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-63609310412517270722011-08-04T11:59:16.759-04:002011-08-04T11:59:16.759-04:00T-Bone asked, "What the hell is on your face?...T-Bone asked, "What the hell is on your face?" I drew my hand to my cheek and immediately felt flushed with fever. Apparently I failed to notice the purple stain on my cheek from the jelly roll I ate for breafast. If my expression were an echo it would have collapsed the school.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-36828379528943087152011-08-04T11:57:40.243-04:002011-08-04T11:57:40.243-04:00The chef must have decided that cooking the t-bone...The chef must have decided that cooking the t-bone wasn't an option tonight because when the waiter placed my plate in front of me the meat was so red and raw I could have sworn that it jiggled like a jelly-roll. <br />Later that night the fever and vomitting were an echo of my wife's words to me. "You probably shouldn't eat that," she had said. <br />I hurled again into the porcelain bowl. I hate it when she's right.T.M. Frazierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05939952453919459227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-68519731309567864112011-08-04T11:54:15.455-04:002011-08-04T11:54:15.455-04:00When Jelly Roll played T-bone it gave Angie fever,...When Jelly Roll played T-bone it gave Angie fever, like the echo of every orgasm that had ever rolled her eyes. He rubbed out sweet, soft, slow jazz, made bass and piano lean in and just touch. She swayed to dream those hands on her.<br /><br /> She caught him stepping offstage. “Ride, sugar?” Voice, dress, and hand on his arm left no doubt to whose home.<br /><br /> “No thanks, baby. One good woman’s all I can handle.” He cupped her cheek, sweet.<br /><br /> “Figures,” she sighed as he walked away smiling. “But good ain’t quite how I was planning to behave.”Pauliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10221106033008637616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91817977775063813132011-08-04T11:39:59.555-04:002011-08-04T11:39:59.555-04:00My voice echoed through the canyon. How would anyo...My voice echoed through the canyon. How would anyone find me down this narrow passage with my voice bouncing off the walls? Sure wish I had eaten more than a small peanut butter and jelly roll for lunch. Truth told the worst decision today by far was walking down this narrow canyon off shoot. Yeah, proving I can explore canyons by myself is working so well for me right now. Oh great, am I really hot or running a fever? I promise no more ego and I’ll buy Pat the biggest T-bone steak if you let him find me now!CR Bondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13521548113345861519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-10236158815658135002011-08-04T11:35:45.260-04:002011-08-04T11:35:45.260-04:00Mara fiddled with a packet of grape jelly. "...Mara fiddled with a packet of grape jelly. "Restaurants that serve alcohol shouldn't give their customers such big knives."<br /><br />I stopped carving my t-bone and considered the utensil in my hand. "I don't think this could do much damage."<br /><br />"Your steak might say otherwise. Besides, you never met my ex."<br /><br />I took a long pull on my drink--a local brew called Echo Lake Tropical Fever--and tried to relax. "Should I be worried?"<br /><br />"You tell me," she said, tearing a bite from her yeast roll. "He's sitting at the bar watching us."Just Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12546035917149403735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-62392634310508125942011-08-04T11:12:21.463-04:002011-08-04T11:12:21.463-04:00Echo Falls, population 640.
Last I’d dropped by, ...Echo Falls, population 640.<br /><br />Last I’d dropped by, I’d slurped tequila-fueled jello (or jelly, as we say in England) with my uncle Bill. He stumbled off to work at the gas station. In a fever of self-destruction I made out with his wife, Melia, on a squalid bed roll in the back room of their trailer.<br /><br />Now, turning from Bill’s grave, Melia grips my arm. Tequila on her breath, her orange sundress hardly contains her wrinkled brown breasts. “He left everything to you,” she says, tapping my belt buckle. “Let’s celebrate with the best t-bone in town.”Michael G-Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07947421844294471304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-33231326898891657952011-08-04T10:45:49.580-04:002011-08-04T10:45:49.580-04:00I killed my husband over a t-bone steak. I can sti...I killed my husband over a t-bone steak. I can still hear his scream echo in my head.<br /><br />I don’t think any jury will convict, given my fever, the roll of my eyes and my game of play-in-the-blood. There’s also my excuse, the one about the jelly donut. They’ll think that’s why I killed him. <br /><br />That steak. It was for my son Jared’s homecoming. He died last April. He told me he’d be back tomorrow, to have his dinner waiting. They still don’t know it wasn’t his wife who put the crushed light bulb in his last bowl of ‘taters.Sabrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05574525271798782658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-26399988531081990322011-08-04T10:43:56.925-04:002011-08-04T10:43:56.925-04:00“ATF Canine! Come out or I send in the dog!” Echoe...“ATF Canine! Come out or I send in the dog!” Echoes of my voice rolled through the empty rotunda.<br /><br /> “jelly explosives in Novak’s desk on the House floor. Christ, how’d they get this in here?” Rieves swore feverishly in my earpiece.<br /><br />Justice whined, bloodlust overriding training. “How about a Congressman for dinner? He’ll do tricks your T-bone won’t.” The German Shepherd tensed. “Get him!”<br /><br />My dog took off just before the call rang through my earpiece. “Holy shit! It’s rycin! Get out!”<br /><br />There was a muted boom floors below me. I ignored orders and took off after my dog.Sasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06841562841371116761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-18575368547198197832011-08-04T10:40:53.945-04:002011-08-04T10:40:53.945-04:00Joe opened The Echo at the crossword page, set it ...Joe opened The Echo at the crossword page, set it down on the lunch counter.<br /><br />One across. <i>Preserve an appealing illness (5,4,5)</i>. Easy. Jelly Roll Fever.<br /><br />Two Down. <i>Jagger rents to haemophile (3,2,5)</i>. Hmmm.<br /><br />The guy behind the counter cleared his throat. “I’m still here.”<br /><br />“T-bone, ultra-rare,” Joe said. “Let it bleed.” <br /><br />He scribbled. “Yeah, Let It Bleed.”<br /><br />The guy turned away. “I heard you first time.”Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08214880215621020928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-57239245289516010532011-08-04T09:27:22.490-04:002011-08-04T09:27:22.490-04:00“Baby, you give me fever,” he whispered.
“You sto...“Baby, you give me fever,” he whispered.<br /><br />“You stone me just like Jelly Roll.” she said, smiling.<br /><br />“Touché.”<br /><br />Where moments earlier the infant’s cries echoed, peaceful silence now reigned. The scent of Johnson’s baby lotion filled their noses, and the soft blankets on the bed drew them in to lie next to the newborn. <br /><br />“The power of love can make a blind man see, you know.”<br /><br />He laughed quietly. “You win, honey. T-Bone would be proud.”<br /><br />As crickets sang their own sweet lyrics outside the window, the family drifted into sleep.Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07909811517213604525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-81991023600280466662011-08-04T09:10:12.972-04:002011-08-04T09:10:12.972-04:00Intersection of Lake Shore Drive and Forest Road, ...Intersection of Lake Shore Drive and Forest Road, Echo Lake, New Jersey; my just off the showroom floor ’65 screaming red Barracuda, with a wide white racing stripe down the roof and hood was t-boned by a baby blue ’64Mustang with less than thirty miles on its odometer. Mustang man and I sat on the side of the road in a fever of fear and with jelly for brains. <br />Siren in the distance; Mustang man whimpered, “gotta roll man, that horse is stolen.” He ran for the woods. I shot him in the back ‘cause he killed my ‘Cuda.Carolynnwith2Nshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18394998702410764388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-85371273513668880852011-08-04T08:46:26.361-04:002011-08-04T08:46:26.361-04:00Karl pinned his foot, drunk with Autobahn fever. ...Karl pinned his foot, drunk with Autobahn fever. One hand gripping the wheel, the other lazily eating a cheeseburger, the last echo of its former cow self. The needle climbed, then retched with the boom of a tire blowout that jerked the Porsche around. He rolled ass-over-hood ornament, interrupted when an oncoming truck t-boned Karl like a heavyweight punch. <br /><br />His insides melted to jelly as his world kaleidoscoped and the Porsche burst through the rail to the lake below. And with his last sight, a silver fish nibbling the cheeseburger, an appetizer before feasting on the mere echo of Karl.Steve Fortihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00600586774875484954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-17712379725839383922011-08-04T07:11:05.463-04:002011-08-04T07:11:05.463-04:00The fever that was spreading through her body was ...The fever that was spreading through her body was just an echo of the real contagion. At first she thought it was simple food poisoning, just a rotten t-bone she ate. Yet it lasted for more than a few days, and then her joints started to turn to jelly. She couldn’t stand up straight or manage even a few weak steps. Sweat rolled down her face, arms and legs as the sickness took its iron hold upon her. It was said the entire world was being gripped by this viral disease. None could stop it.Mia K Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10559392161390047500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-30701578255366461102011-08-04T06:48:15.531-04:002011-08-04T06:48:15.531-04:00White walls meet my screams with an echo. So white...White walls meet my screams with an echo. So white, so pure, unchanged after six months in Iraq. I curl up in a ball, my fever overtaking me. My dwarf palm’s limbs lay broken on the dirt. I shudder with a sob, my recently formed rolls shaking like jelly – that’s how it is when the physical activity stops. “T-bone” they used to call me with my M-16, now nothing. The white walls rot as I lay my head back on my arm to rest – there is no arm. I have to wonder why no one was there to water me.Justin Sloanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11700667127898623287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-39340109229422741992011-08-04T06:41:14.785-04:002011-08-04T06:41:14.785-04:00Echo had just purchased some groceries for her ann...Echo had just purchased some groceries for her anniversary dinner with her husband Mike. She was walking to her car when the monster jumped out from behind it and grabbed her. The groceries she was carrying, including the t-bone steaks and specially ordered chocolate raspberry jellyroll, went spilling onto the pavement. She stared at him wanting to remember his face. As she started to scream the monster covered her mouth and nose with a damp rag. As he dragged her to his van she wondered what was going to happen to her now. She started shaking as if she had a high fever then lost consciousness. The sliding door is thrown open so hard it made a loud bang. Would anyone ever see Echo again?Cheryl Hoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08138255168522609219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-51098656544481652232011-08-04T04:51:07.003-04:002011-08-04T04:51:07.003-04:00Pretty Woman
We sit cocooned in an emptiness...Pretty Woman<br /><br /><br /> We sit cocooned in an emptiness we both understand, having each heard the echo of resignation. Her hair is the color of yellow fever while her body type is classic jelly roll.<br /> We pass the time swapping observations wrapped in indifference fueled by booze. Hours creep by in that bar chained to a neighborhood where people eat hamburger helper while dreaming of T-bone.<br /> I like the way her breasts sag subservient to the black tee shirt carrying the faded message ‘Will Fuck for Food’. But mostly I’m fascinated with her one glass eye that never moves.gregkshipmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04541163996705006036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-84694370157153113832011-08-04T04:43:35.580-04:002011-08-04T04:43:35.580-04:00Hey Janet, here is my 100w story..
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Congratula...Hey Janet, here is my 100w story..<br /><br />---<br />Congratulation for your award winning book! We all wanted to know your story, <br />Well, one rainy day I felt like smoking or sipping a drink but I dint wanted to do that, my existence was in question; I was feeling like T- bone steak, hanging flash. I can hear my echo which says “you failed me”. I pushed my self to rain but in vain my body was shivering from fever, impediments! Like Jelly fish my strings were struck and pulling me back, I gathered my self and rolled out, ran as hard as possible to reach here. Courage wins!<br />--<br />Thanks <br />shuchishuchihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01609363414884112416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-2728064253897071822011-08-04T04:06:08.817-04:002011-08-04T04:06:08.817-04:00“Have you ever heard of T-Bone Walker?” I asked, s...“Have you ever heard of T-Bone Walker?” I asked, slathering jelly on my butter roll as I read the paper.<br />“What?” Timmy half mumbled from the bed.<br />“Oh, do you have a fever?” I’d told him not to leave the house last night but he never listened. <br />I stood up, taking my breakfast tray with me, leaving him to his misery. The room was silent except for the rattling of his chains as he pulled on them in his delirium. I listened to their echo as I closed the door. <br />Yeah, next time he’d listen.Michellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10505993160814905176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-61987769754420343532011-08-04T03:48:22.259-04:002011-08-04T03:48:22.259-04:00When he asked me what I wanted, I said broiled t-b...When he asked me what I wanted, I said broiled t-bone, two fried eggs, side of hashbrowns, hot roll with butter--fresh churned, if they had it.<br /><br />He brought the food himself. Even kept me company while I ate. <br /><br />Afterwards, he offered me a Jolly Rancher. I thanked him, popped one in my mouth and waited. We talked sports. A man came to see me, said a few fevered words and left. I checked the clock. Footsteps echoed. Finally he took out his keys. <br /><br />The walk was short. <br /><br />When he strapped me down, I didn’t say much. Just thanked him again.Germaine Dulachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06563296200011861283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-47001222874803753912011-08-04T03:04:11.148-04:002011-08-04T03:04:11.148-04:00She crumpled her nose at the jelly-like fat he cut...She crumpled her nose at the jelly-like fat he cut from the t-bone's grizzle. When he spread the jelly on a roll and scarfed it down, she felt her stomach climb to her throat.<br /><br />"You okay?" Mouth open.<br /><br />The vision of beef fat rolling around his yellowed smoker's teeth echoed in her mind and she felt feverish. <br /><br />"You alright?"<br /><br />"No."<br /><br />"What's wrong? Don't like your salad?"<br /><br />"I don't like you. You lied, your profile, said vegetarian."<br /><br />"Oh, c'mon, you can't blame me 'cause I eat steak. Hey, where ya' goin'? hey, stop... She's fat anyway. Probably has a cat."<br /><br />—<br />Great entires so far, I wish I knew the reason you chose these words, unfortunately not the case.angie Brooksby-Arcangiolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08000615140577512304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-9703945028695330882011-08-04T02:27:40.489-04:002011-08-04T02:27:40.489-04:00Your energy overwhelms and I’m rife with fever.
...Your energy overwhelms and I’m rife with fever. <br /><br />Deep within, trapped butterflies search for an escape route. <br /><br />“Hiya-hey-I-eh…” spurts out my mouth. Humiliated, my legs turn to jelly. Still, I long to steal your breath.<br /><br />WTF did you do to me? You’re not even my type—a t-bone tossed at a vegan—and yet I’m stark, cravin’ mad. <br /><br />“Hi.” <br /><br />Your voice echoes. <br /><br />Pressure’s on to respond. Witty repartee rolls ‘round my tongue. Keep it nonchalant with a dash of debonair:<br /><br />“Debt ceiling cries hath the nation in a thither, care to escape into a bottle, my dear?”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-34348343171152585902011-08-04T01:32:29.475-04:002011-08-04T01:32:29.475-04:00Feverishly hot and humid, the picnic seemed like a...Feverishly hot and humid, the picnic seemed like a good idea but the distant rolling thunder warned of an unseen storm. Rather than being trapped under a tree when the rains came we headed for the unused and off-limits caretaker’s hut. <br />Brushing through dust and cobwebs we found perches on a steamer trunk faintly labeled; “T-bone Thompson, something, something, Big Band”. We peeled soggy wax-paper off our sandwiches and ate, licking the jelly stickiness off our fingers, satisfied and much cooler. The rains left and so did we. The thunder followed us home, echoing with notes of a seasoned trombone.Kate Higginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861373649696211491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-50817866831899468182011-08-04T01:21:39.388-04:002011-08-04T01:21:39.388-04:00I could still hear the echo of the gunshot as I st...I could still hear the echo of the gunshot as I strolled out the room. The brain matter sticking to my forearm felt like warm petroleum jelly, but I was too angry to wipe it off. <br /><br />“Let’s roll!” I yelled to T-bone who had been waiting by the door. He didn’t look very well. He was sweating and shaking as if he were in the grip of a fever.<br /><br />“That will teach him to diss me,” I snarled as I glanced back at the anonymous faces in the blood-splattered room.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-23741383722600970612011-08-04T00:12:09.201-04:002011-08-04T00:12:09.201-04:00Jelly.
My nickname’s never really fit me before. ...Jelly. <br />My nickname’s never really fit me before. But now I seem to be made entirely of the stuff—boneless and sweat-sticky. Ahead of me the fevered, rabid remains of my dad rattle the chain link fence. <br />“Don’t go, Jelly. If he bites you, I’ll lose you too…I can’t, understand?”<br /> My mother’s voice echoes in my ears. I roll my shoulders, squat down. Dad mirrors my position. He’s so close. I can smell his smell. My eyes water as I push the raw t-bone across the gravel and under the fence. <br />“Daddy.”<br />Too late I feel his fingers catch mine.Amy Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14868528114764185084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-3155900811433397332011-08-04T00:06:01.241-04:002011-08-04T00:06:01.241-04:00Deion Cooper struggled to relax. Echoes of pain wr...Deion Cooper struggled to relax. Echoes of pain wracked his body as his back grated against the cactus, sweat and blood mingling in pools at his feet. Two days in the Mojave would do that. If he could ever get out of this predicament and get back to Vegas, he would kill George Balletti. <br />He was worried he wasn’t going to survive. Through the haze of a fever, he noted with relief the setting sun. He vainly attempted to push thoughts of food from his mind. Jelly rolls. Chili Dogs. T-bone steaks. He watched as the vulture returned, lazily circling.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08257647241697248404noreply@blogger.com