tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post4180596074696335069..comments2024-03-29T07:29:32.276-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: Flash fiction contest Day 3Janet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-36287137130012509052018-11-23T02:09:18.360-05:002018-11-23T02:09:18.360-05:00Smokey the Bear called the meeting to order. “It a...Smokey the Bear called the meeting to order. “It appears we have more work to do.” <br /><br />“And cleanup?” asked Chipmunk.<br /><br />“The bare essentials.” Smokey placed a map, trash can, and garden hose on the table. <br /><br />“A smattering of gardening implements will merely aggravate these wildfires,” said Squirrel. “We’ll need something more drastic.”<br /><br />Smokey sighed.Karen McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02640324898284007337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-62744463044573702972018-11-22T23:40:55.727-05:002018-11-22T23:40:55.727-05:00Drummer.
Girl.
Drummer electrifies girl.
Girl el...Drummer.<br />Girl.<br /><br />Drummer electrifies girl.<br /><br />Girl electrifies drummer.<br /><br />Girl drummer.Colin Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03292997431935215499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-73818824716054455352018-11-22T21:37:18.206-05:002018-11-22T21:37:18.206-05:00“Honey bair.” Seargent Furre’ licked his paw. “A t...“Honey bair.” Seargent Furre’ licked his paw. “A trap.” <br />Evidence showed barely a struggle.<br />One bear’s missing.<br />One new case.<br /><br />Sherwood’s rarely this excited over a missing bear.<br />He smirked. “The barest of evidence, Dr. Ursus!” <br />The game was afoot.<br /><br />“Why would someone nab this bear, Sherwood?”<br />“This bear,” Sherwood answered. “Is merely the son of Bearoness Clawsington.”<br />Holy crap.<br />Mike Hayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06485884518411706201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-26693454977153010192018-11-22T21:13:13.891-05:002018-11-22T21:13:13.891-05:00"Be a real sport, yeah, and step into the tra..."Be a real sport, yeah, and step into the transmogrifier. Promise it won't hurt... much."<br /><br />"Can it turn me into an amoeba?"<br /><br />"Really, mate, I thought you'd have more imagination than that."<br /><br />"Will it change my genome? Rewrite my DNA?"<br /><br />"Nothing so exotic. No permanent damage. You going in or what?"CEDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10411394450673673225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-78146419287015132052018-11-22T21:10:40.334-05:002018-11-22T21:10:40.334-05:00The Great beast stared at the Pequod, merely smili...The Great beast stared at the Pequod, merely smiling.<br /><br />“Captain Ahab are you ready to feed the whale?” asked Ishmael.<br /><br />“You can save a stitch in time for a bear ass,<br /><br />but a bare ass in time gets a rash.”<br /><br />“I’m sorry, Captain, but the whale has no ass.”<br /><br />“Dear Ishmael, is a frog’s ass watertight?”<br /><br />“Yes sir, it is.”<br />Kreggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07229620504046221727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-33344391846193185042018-11-22T19:24:11.777-05:002018-11-22T19:24:11.777-05:00The bear went over the mountain to see what he cou...The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see. He saw the sea.<br /><br />It ebbed and flowed. Rose and fell, up and down, like a seesaw, barely bearish behavior. He needed some Dramamine.<br /><br />Alas, none could be had, and he spewed his guts, vomit raining over the cliff like lemmings. A mere setback.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15769803733067838372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-21527794664538961622018-11-22T19:07:26.472-05:002018-11-22T19:07:26.472-05:00He groaned, the weight of the world on his shoulde...He groaned, the weight of the world on his shoulders. His knees trembled. Buckled. How much more could he bear?<br /><br />If only he possessed a pad to protect his bare shoulders. And then the stranger appeared. Body muscular. Face vapid.<br /><br />A mere mortal. But strong enough. “I seek my brother, Her—”<br />“I’ll tell where he went. For a favor.”C. Dan Castrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15648247329883078385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-9025609473817879312018-11-22T15:26:33.674-05:002018-11-22T15:26:33.674-05:00“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scanda...“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scandalised. “And I always thought Canada was such a civilised place!”<br /><br />Pete groaned inwardly. Nature retreat? Aunt Maud? Barely arrived and already complaining. As usual. Still, this would be worth it. (NLiu)<br /><br />"This isn't Canada, Auntie. We're in Idaho, remember?"<br /><br />"Idaho?” Maud sniffed. “Whatever for?"<br /><br /> “Yellowstone.” And one mere chance at freedom.<br /><br />Megan Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00752842865397799428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-45251320186270320292018-11-22T14:04:42.488-05:002018-11-22T14:04:42.488-05:00Thee, did you grab a red apple? Seven have MYSTERI...Thee, did you grab a red apple? Seven have MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED.<br />Alice (Brigid)<br /><br />I have eaten<br />the Braeburns<br />that were in<br />your icebox.<br /><br />Forgive me.<br /><br />The door<br />to your <br />cabin <br />was <br />unlocked.<br /><br />Bear. (Claire Bobrow)<br /><br />Not cute, Theodore. No pie for you. (Brigid)<br /><br />But. My merenge shimmered and glimmered while you and Meredith yammered on in your Cashmere, both hammered. Gomerels. <br />Bear<br />Lennon Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03570629350169504234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-81424369344990510862018-11-22T13:11:37.069-05:002018-11-22T13:11:37.069-05:00“I’ll be a regular,” he waved.
They abducted him ...“I’ll be a regular,” he waved.<br /><br />They abducted him from his lab early, only the songbirds – and I – bearing witness. //<br /><br />Dawn illuminating the superb arenite trail, an Abba remix paced me. Then, screams. Silenced with bare fists, batons. Eye witnessed. //<br /><br />7a.m.<br /><br />“Scrambled, toast, mere bit of butter. I’ve come ready to devour darlin’.”<br /><br /> A charmer every day, that bare fists.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01999175415765818941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-74713744167589417992018-11-22T12:58:51.102-05:002018-11-22T12:58:51.102-05:00One gentle kiss and he was dead.
"Sometimes ...One gentle kiss and he was dead. <br />"Sometimes the people we wish to be aren't who we are," she whispers. <br /><br />Agatha was a keeper of the dark orb, a resounding piece of evil. Killing was her destiny, love was not. She was only sixteen, merely a kid. And while others scrambled to imagine their futures, hers was written in stone. Shell A Phanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13430579309442872924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-87491442827481686102018-11-22T11:06:51.396-05:002018-11-22T11:06:51.396-05:00“Be a republican, democrat, or independent,
it ma...“Be a republican, democrat, or independent, <br />it matters not. Just live up to ideals of the American<br />constitution.” <br /><br />“Superb! A real powerful opening statement. I have great hope for you as a future lawyer, Mr. Brandeis." <br /><br />“I am a stammerer, Professor. How can I plead a client’s case in court?"<br /><br />“Your words are your strength, Louis.”Marty Weisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15819676220381840774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-52320370432394538632018-11-22T10:49:47.497-05:002018-11-22T10:49:47.497-05:00
“Bear northwest,” he said. “No. Harder.”
Finally...<br />“Bear northwest,” he said. “No. Harder.” <br />Finally, “Give me that.”<br />But I couldn’t let go.<br />“Now!”<br />“No.”<br />A scuffle broke out, leaving the imprint of his lone tooth on my bare arm. <br />“Beast.” I wept. “And it’s southeast not northwest.” <br />He drew himself up to his full three-foot-nine and said, “I don’t do mere research. “<br /><br /> Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08941043145591116608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-75264604437535813202018-11-22T10:12:10.143-05:002018-11-22T10:12:10.143-05:00"Big deal. So you saw his downstairs cheeks. ..."Big deal. So you saw his downstairs cheeks. So what?"<br />"You’re not listening. I said I saw Dr Fausto’s <b><i>bear</i></b> bottom."<br /><br />“Yeah right. Enough of your jibba jab<b>ba.”<br />“Re</b>ally. That mad genius actually did it. He made himself into a hybrid.”<br /><br />"But why?"<br />"You know why. What’s the one thing he’s yam<b>mere</b>d about his entire life?"<br />"You don’t mean…"Steve Fortihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06027977543853683231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-32070606461695407942018-11-22T10:10:24.612-05:002018-11-22T10:10:24.612-05:00I have eaten
the Braeburns
that were in
your icebo...I have eaten<br />the Braeburns<br />that were in<br />your icebox.<br />Forgive me.<br />The door<br />to your cabin <br />was <br />unlocked.<br />Bear.<br /><br />*******<br /><br />I was saving <br />those apples<br />for dinner,<br />Bear.<br />But my cupboard, <br />though bare,<br />yields<br />fruit.<br />I dream of plums.<br />William.<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Mere chance,<br />William,<br />but I ate <br />the plums<br />from your orchard,<br />too.<br />This is just to say –<br />oops!<br />Bear.<br /><br />Claire Bobrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15666082441972111293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91592915531224029962018-11-22T09:59:47.192-05:002018-11-22T09:59:47.192-05:00“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scanda...“Bears do WHAT in the woods?” Aunt Maud was scandalised. “And I always thought Canada was such a civilised place!”<br /><br />Pete groaned inwardly. Nature retreat? Aunt Maud? Barely arrived and already complaining. As usual. Still, this would be worth it.<br /><br />“Come on, Auntie. Just look at the mist over the mere. The autumn colours. Birdsong. Fresh air...”NLiuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00184714542401822508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-43789261535548106622018-11-22T08:53:59.321-05:002018-11-22T08:53:59.321-05:00Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s “Exit, pursued b...Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s “Exit, pursued by a bear.”<br /><br />Barely. Merely. Rarely.<br /><br />That’s not how I want to be remembered. I would rather—<br />Remember! Me… regardless.<br />(barely, merely, rarely)<br /><br />Just don’t forget.Alina Sergachovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08854955367675576927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-86556110007114198582018-11-22T08:39:05.648-05:002018-11-22T08:39:05.648-05:00(Claire Bobrow)
I have eaten
the Braeburns
that we...(Claire Bobrow)<br />I have eaten<br />the Braeburns<br />that were in<br />your icebox.<br /><br />Forgive me.<br /><br />The door<br />to your <br />cabin <br />was <br />unlocked.<br /><br />Bear.<br /><br />**<br />You’re right.<br />The door was unlocked.<br />But the window wasn’t broken out.<br /><br />Show your bare a$$ here<br />again.<br /><br />Goldie’s Granny<br /><br />**<br /><br />Granny!<br /><br />I’m your biggest fan! <br />These are for you.<br />You made me realize what an oaf I am.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving!<br />Sherry Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04326605891373049617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-40659665885984323992018-11-22T08:23:03.532-05:002018-11-22T08:23:03.532-05:00Bearing no resemblance to her former self, Suzanne...Bearing no resemblance to her former self, Suzanne exited the plastic surgeon's office. Finally, she was free. (Amy Johnson)<br /><br />"Alice?"<br /><br />Suzanne flinched.<br /> <br />"Yes?" she said, the barest hint of disdain.<br /><br />She didn't know him. But he knew this face. (Ashes)<br /><br />She glimpsed the gun as he put his arm around her.<br /><br />“You thought merely moving across the country would work?”<br />Amy Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05324408700941398495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-57961936998320654362018-11-22T08:18:39.943-05:002018-11-22T08:18:39.943-05:00Looking left I saw the assholes and elbows gait of...Looking left I saw the assholes and elbows gait of a young <b>bear</b> skedaddling. I wondered why it was hurrying. (me)<br /><br />I dreaded looking right, but had to. Straight at the <b>bare</b> ass of grandma. I wished I could also skedaddle.<br /><br />Granny isn’t <b>mere</b>ly an exhibitionist. The timeline of her memory gets squished and old parts move to the fore.Craig Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07157301156577795781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-39416639067072594222018-11-22T08:17:28.831-05:002018-11-22T08:17:28.831-05:00All my friends ate turkey for Thanksgiving. We at...All my friends ate turkey for Thanksgiving. We ate bear meat slathered with honey. It was untraditional, messy, and delicious.<br /><br />My barefooted college girlfriend wasn’t impressed. “I’m a vegan,” she announced.<br /><br />“That’s okay,” said Uncle Jack. “So’s the bear.”<br /><br />Meredith, my next fling, sent Mom to the bathroom for the entire meal with her lurid description of trichinosis.Just Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12546035917149403735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-21769980857594051642018-11-22T07:55:04.446-05:002018-11-22T07:55:04.446-05:00Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s
“Exit, pursued...<br /><br />Alas, I can’t outdo Shakespeare’s <br /><br />“Exit, pursued by a bear.” ( BY Alina Sergachov ) <br /><br />"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow<br />of infinite jest, never knew him well...barely." ( Stage left even.)<br /><br />"Yet, for the stars we gaze. Just a mere bear , that once pursued...now the pursuer is just a meerkat.<br /><br />french sojournhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14262858704848580714noreply@blogger.com