tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post1444920084125652331..comments2024-03-18T09:09:59.625-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: Writing Contest!Janet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-6306482500445649062015-07-12T07:59:03.978-04:002015-07-12T07:59:03.978-04:007:45 AM, mother clutches her heart, falls to the b...7:45 AM, mother clutches her heart, falls to the bedroom floor. The boy in Batman pajamas watches Barnie His mother will come with breakfast.<br />Barnie ends, no mother, no breakfast.<br />Mother heart stopped, lungs stopped. In the abyss of intestines, bacteria feed on antipasto and angel food cake. She is naked except for the cheap bangle he won for her. A fangle really, but a treasure to her. <br />“Ma”. No answer. He sees her on the floor. Sleeping. “MA.” He kneels. “ Ma”… She did not move. . Tears well up. The boy weeps. Drifts into sleep, sobbing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05669907012420720610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-62506027715825886602015-07-12T07:53:21.707-04:002015-07-12T07:53:21.707-04:00"Listen to this," Marcy said, and sang,
...<br /><br />"Listen to this," Marcy said, and sang,<br /> "Banana bana bo bangle,<br /> fanana fana fo fangle,<br /> me my mo mangle. <br /> Bangle."<br /> Jim laughed until he had tears in his eyes. <br /> "If you tried for ten years, you couldn't rip that to shreds any more than you just did," he choked.<br /> "It was on purpose," Marcy said indignantly. "That was just a gopperdongle."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />portergirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13478430370789708394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-63193935384814566792015-07-12T07:45:24.810-04:002015-07-12T07:45:24.810-04:00“Dingle dangle dongle dee
Change all those who dri...“Dingle dangle dongle dee<br />Change all those who drink from thee.”<br /><br />My incantation rhymes sucked. I reminded myself rhyming only counted ten percent of the final grade.<br /><br />With a steady hand I added a single drop of venom to the gurgling brew in the cauldron. My test subject tried to scream as I approached, but my silence spell, twenty percent of the grade, held steady. <br /><br />“Bingle bangle bongle boo<br />Into him the heart of you.”<br /><br />When the snake coiled around my feet, the instructor smiled. I’d passed. I was a Fangler!<br /><br />I completely forgot to collect my Tear of Joy.Cindy Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13196306055833459983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-31312328727524911242015-07-12T07:13:45.375-04:002015-07-12T07:13:45.375-04:00The Tilt-a-Whirl starts. Dad and my little brother...The Tilt-a-Whirl starts. Dad and my little brother wave. I salute them with the blue snow cone. <br /><br />My insides convulse. I’d gotten my period. Why? Why on the weekend Dad has us? Why State Fair weekend? But, whatever else, this gut-shit WON’T stop me from enjoying my favorite corkscrew-looping rollercoaster. No matter how much my insides tear up. <br /><br />“Well, dongle me dapplers.” A potbellied clown, wearing an oversized polka-dot tie and fake-red smile, dares, DARES, to scope my ass. “Hows ‘bout a bangle with your fangled fatch?” <br /><br /><br />Afterwards, his baggy pants stained, I go and buy another snow cone.<br />Lisa Bodenheimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17809067722921953857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-49276250040964626272015-07-12T06:34:20.222-04:002015-07-12T06:34:20.222-04:00Tears of joy filled the eyes of the men as they jo...Tears of joy filled the eyes of the men as they joined the jubilant crowd outside the Orlando Courthouse. After ten years behind bars the so-called innocent men, were free. Bob Bangle and Dick Dongle from Fangle, Florida, stepped to the podium. Who would have thought that such a heavy sentence would have been handed down for false impersonation?<br />Who indeed. <br />Two bystanders, with cell phones ready, stood at the edge of the crowd.<br />“Are they in place?” One asked.<br />“Yes.”<br />White gloves, four fingers, it was hard to dial.<br />Explosion. <br />Mayhem and panic.<br />Mickey and Donald slowly walked away.<br />Carolynnwith2Nshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18394998702410764388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-10438653666896828082015-07-12T06:31:29.552-04:002015-07-12T06:31:29.552-04:00With bangles dangling and trinkets dongling, Lorel...With bangles dangling and trinkets dongling, Lorelei felt extravagant as she sidled up to the bar and read the long menu of trendy drinks.<br /><br />”What’ll it be?” asked the bar tender.<br /><br />Uninspired by the list of latest trends and newest fangles, she went with a classic. ”Scotch,” she said. ”Make it a double.”<br /><br />He poured the drink and slid the glass between her elbows. ”That’s twelve,” he said.<br /><br />”Twelve?” she replied, a tear welling in her eye. ”But I only have ten!”Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00055448349255724516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-19897494068010411682015-07-12T05:48:07.538-04:002015-07-12T05:48:07.538-04:00Ten tears fell as the Dongle Bangle Fangle Waggle ...Ten tears fell as the Dongle Bangle Fangle Waggle was laid to rest in the Dr. Seuss cemetery, this time for good!York Lordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10600819512212848405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-23645592897601751952015-07-12T04:03:34.241-04:002015-07-12T04:03:34.241-04:00"He's got spurs that fangle dongle bangle..."He's got spurs that fangle dongle bangle, yee ha!" Her four year old, Chase, lived up to his name as he galloped around her legs. Working at the rural Post Office since the drought hit was supposed to be helpful, but all it did was jangle her nerves more. Her husband been gone ten weeks now, working in the oil fields. With their earnings, they hoped to restock the herd this fall. <br /><br />She held an envelope with his familiar chicken script addressed to her. Tearing it open, she began to read -<br /><br />"Dearest Chelsey,<br /><br />I can't lie to you no more..."<br />Janice Grinyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14363741660626407979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-68789970184598803042015-07-12T03:06:10.886-04:002015-07-12T03:06:10.886-04:00“For sale:
Chromecast dongles signed by the second...“For sale:<br />Chromecast dongles signed by the second lead singer of The Bangles.<br />Do you like new-fangled ways to watch TV?<br />Do you often get teary-eyed thinking about the 80s music soundtrack to your youth?<br />Then add one to your Cart now, because this product is for you, and maybe only you, Dave.”<br /><br />Dave closed the browser, jammed the off button, and jerked the plug from the wall. Two minutes later his phone chirped. He unlocked the screen and began to read.<br />“For sale:”Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02802948978718107019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-87605480626081956352015-07-12T02:03:45.110-04:002015-07-12T02:03:45.110-04:00She bangled from the fluven, he fangled from the b...She bangled from the fluven, he fangled from the belvan, and any smatch you flekked would prab they didn’t have a yartch.<br /><br />“Katen the rhispop!” granned her zipsy. “He’s a belvan-fangle!”<br /><br />His zaptear ferrard, “Hetchen your grims! She’s a fluven-bangle!”<br /><br />No matter how quelfy she or he chepped—and no one can chep like a fluven-bangle--, neither zipsy nor zaptear would jinkle.<br /><br />Until one rivsy he peshed his bartch in the dafferty, she melled her trops in the gellifly, and the two crickled off dongleberried.<br /><br />“Flarthditz!” moffed her zipsy with a dresh. “Who’d have raggled a fluven-belvan fangle-bangle?!” <br /><br />-Rebekah Postupak, Flash! Friday<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-33470604277292635102015-07-12T01:41:58.456-04:002015-07-12T01:41:58.456-04:00Sitting there like a coiled snake, Raul almost mat...Sitting there like a coiled snake, Raul almost matches his mugshot. Ten tattooed tears. Ten betrayals from his inner circle. Ten murders.<br /> <br />But something’s different.<br /><br />His hitman drapes a noose constructed from the office’s dongle cable around my neck and sings off key: “Fingo-Fango-<i>Fangle</i>, my bangle’s gonna <i>strangle</i>, this fascist fairy <i>fuck</i>!”<br /> <br />I’m not worried. O’Malley’s our best undercover. In tight with Raul’s crew. He’ll call the cavalry. Only . . . something’s different.<br /><br />Raul catches me looking. His lips lift into a funhouse leer. “Like my new ink, Detective Asshat?”<br /><br />Then I start to worry.<br /><br />There are eleven tears.Lobohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15337573352247206761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-88044123292298856422015-07-12T01:22:39.842-04:002015-07-12T01:22:39.842-04:00At the first dongle from the courtyard bell I know...At the first dongle from the courtyard bell I know the man from the cartel has come for me. Twenty-three steps uphill from the street to my door. Twenty-three seconds left of my futile expatriate gambit. Useless to check my watch—the fall destroyed that bangle months ago. And if I were to call out, who would come? In tiny Santoro I have but one visitor, the fangless cleaning woman who never appears before ten. I owe her a hundred pesos. She won’t shed a tear when I’m gone.Dan Phalenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08321581224681887645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-18747364772716974322015-07-12T01:10:55.019-04:002015-07-12T01:10:55.019-04:00Racing is my life. I use unique methods which have...Racing is my life. I use unique methods which have become coined words for the sport. I fangle forward, putting one foot firmly down on the track at a time. When another participant tries to pass, I dongle. Weaving from side to side unnerves them. If someone dodges the dongle, they are bangled into and knocked over on their back.<br />I'm humiliated to admit, I didn't win the annual race this year. Out of ten athletes, I came in sixth. A tear runs down my wrinkled cheek. I guess I'm too old to be a contender in the Turtle Marathon.ambiancewomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13469648317409612964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-13438821887863627702015-07-12T01:10:09.329-04:002015-07-12T01:10:09.329-04:00"It's a dongle, Dad."
She plugged t..."It's a dongle, Dad."<br /><br />She plugged the device into Cheryl's laptop. I remember when Star Trek and Marvel Comics had technology like that. Now we do. "I can't use those new fangled things, Jackie."<br /><br />"You don't have to." She tisked as her bangle caught on the tentacles of the laptop cords. <br /><br />I was glad she was visiting for ten days this time. Vacation hours are hard to come by.<br /><br />The screen changed to a picture. An ultrasound. Tears slid out before I could mask them. I never thought I would live long enough to see this. <br /><br />"Your first grandchild."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01665254195266375210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-82311493190837393792015-07-12T00:10:13.747-04:002015-07-12T00:10:13.747-04:00I plugged the dongle in and put my bangles back on...I plugged the dongle in and put my bangles back on. “There, you should be able to access the internet now.” <br /><br />“Damn this new-fangled technology.” Grandpa muttered to himself. <br /><br />“By the way Janet. I forgot to ask: where're we going at the end of the year?”<br /><br />He'd held me at gunpoint. “W...we're going to Alaska.” I mumbled.<br /><br />His face brightened up, exuding childlike enthusiasm. “I'd always wanted to go there! Only ten more months!”<br /><br />“Can't wait...” I said, dashing out the room. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. I wished the doctors were wrong.<br />TKHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12782594152209550349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-10528506885073832702015-07-11T23:24:06.083-04:002015-07-11T23:24:06.083-04:00“Where’s my dangle? I mean…dongle? My spongle.”
“W...“Where’s my dangle? I mean…dongle? My spongle.”<br />“What’s that you’re asking hon?” Bernice, right there to help. She had been right there for the residents for close to forty years. She had interpreted ten thousand misspoken words.<br />“I’m looking for my…my bangle. It was right here.”<br />“Your mean your fork, honey. Here’s a new one cuz it looks like you knocked the other one on the fangle. I mean the florten. The…?”<br />“Yes, yes. You’re a dear.”<br />Bernice sat down heavily and a strangled sound pushed out of her throat.<br />“Now, now, no tears Bernice. It’s just a spongle.”katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05167978830347777260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-21754082204218343822015-07-11T23:13:04.518-04:002015-07-11T23:13:04.518-04:00"Ah, cons. The only place I can truly be myse..."Ah, cons. The only place I can truly be myself. Outside of Halloween, natch. #urbanglee"<br /><br />"Dude, quit with the spoken hash tags. It'll never catch on."<br /><br />"This weekend? With this crowd? It's totally gonna be a thing. #totallyathing"<br /><br />"Fine, whatever. Just promise you won't around Kristen."<br /><br />"Ooh, Krissy. Can't wait to tear into that. #themsthesweetmeat"<br /><br />"What? No! She's mine."<br /><br />"Right, cuz you won't scatter the moment she sees you. That never happens. #dingdongleaveemptyhanded"<br /><br />"Enough. You owe me. I'm calling in the big one."<br /><br />"You wouldn't."<br /><br />"I would. Tonight, you stay human. #fangless"<br /><br />"Bastard. ... But see? Totally a thing."Nate Wilsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09690171790664252309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-85790056017872414112015-07-11T23:08:57.386-04:002015-07-11T23:08:57.386-04:00Wingled and fangled, the iron-bright creatures att...Wingled and fangled, the iron-bright creatures attacked unimpeded through the persimmon sky. Ten, twenty, fifty and more. Diving and gnashing and tearing flesh. We watched, helpless, our high-tech dongles useless as weapons against their ancient feral majesty.<br /><br />"Should we run?"<br />"They're too fast, child."<br />"Shall we fight?"<br />"Too strong."<br />"We should make peace."<br />"Too much blood has been shed."<br />"Perhaps they'll negotiate."<br />"They speak only terror."<br /><br />"Maybe…"<br />"Yes, child?"<br />"Maybe we should wake up."<br />"So young, to think dreams are escaped by waking."<br /><br />"So, we die?"<br />"No, daughter. We turn back time and reinvent the bangled beasts. Again."<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-70702202257078561452015-07-11T22:20:36.815-04:002015-07-11T22:20:36.815-04:00Ned Ringwald the Tenth was late. The suffix was sp...Ned Ringwald the Tenth was late. The suffix was spelled out on the contract. Ned didn’t truck with “new-fangled Roman watchamacallem’s.” Irony was clearly wasted on him.<br /><br />He blew into the boardroom surrounded by lawyers. He was grey –suit, hair, mustache – except for the orange bolo tie secured by a dongle rumored to control nuclear arsenals.<br /><br />I couldn’t tear my eyes away.<br /><br />“Sorry for the wait. Finishing a deal with the boys in Banglestan.”<br /><br />“Bangladesh, sir,” corrected a lawyer.<br /><br />Ned huffed. “Whatever.” His silver eyes pierced me. “You’ve got five minutes. Wow me.”<br /><br />I grinned. He didn’t stand a chance.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-86099618941307966402015-07-11T21:11:40.987-04:002015-07-11T21:11:40.987-04:00Ella fiddles with her bangles and stares at the ta...Ella fiddles with her <b>bangle</b>s and stares at the table. Her tea is cold.<br /><br />Friends always said Gary was meek, harmless, <b>fangle</b>ss. He is meek. If he hadn't been, Ella might have realised in time.<br /> <br />She swallows and shifts her bangles again. A noise at the <b>tear</b>ooms entrance, and Gary is there. He meets her gaze, <b>ten</b>tative, unsure. For a moment she thinks she's wrong. Then he steps closer. Beneath the meekness is satisfaction.<br /><br />He holds a <b>dongle</b> in his hand, a USB with the pictures on it. <br /><br />Ella clutches her bag, with all her savings, under the table.Tamlynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525165288826101469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-38924463951630992282015-07-11T21:11:04.201-04:002015-07-11T21:11:04.201-04:00We ignored them at first, calling them some new-fa...We ignored them at first, calling them some new-fangled tech that would soon be forgotten. But these were different, they could multiply, adapt. Worse, they learned to think. <br />Soon they showed up in the tens of thousands, attaching themselves everywhere, their birthing dongles infesting trees and buildings like twisted cybernetic tumors. <br />People resisted the epidemic with violence, but they were better at tearing us apart with their exotic weapons. Once they were the apex predator, anything that bled was hunted down. <br />Those of us they didn't enslave with monitoring bangles, they tore apart and reprocessed to make more of themselves.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04329640442737818489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-86899161224208428082015-07-11T20:59:50.928-04:002015-07-11T20:59:50.928-04:00“You gonna be okay, Walt?”
“Yeah.” Herring run; g...“You gonna be okay, Walt?”<br /><br />“Yeah.” Herring run; guys in uniform off the train. Hanging clock. <i>Five of ten.</i> “Clean showers; warm beds...”<br /><br />Handshake. “No bugles.”<br /><br />“No bombs.” Flash of pink. Racing heart.<br /><br /><i>Not her.</i><br /><br />“You’ll find her. Bye, Walt.”<br /><br />Nod. Clangle-fangle-bongle-dongle bell. <i>One minute.</i> <br /><br />Desperate searching half-step, worn suitcase negligently in one hand, faded cap in the other. <i>I gave her Mom’s pink-and-silver bangle…</i><br /><br />Pushed from behind. <br /><br /><i>…to help find her after the war.</i><br /><br /><i>SCREECH!</i> Train pulls out. <i>10:00.</i><br /><br />Panic.<br /><br />“Walt! <i>Walter!”</i><br /><br />Arms encircling him.<br /><br />Tears. <i>Thank God.</i><br /><br /><i>Mom wore that bangle on the</i> Titanic; <i>I survived.</i><br /><br />September wedding.<br />Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15041316285692964293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-20756083858495601242015-07-11T20:58:31.061-04:002015-07-11T20:58:31.061-04:00She wore a glass bangle on her ankle
Hidden under ...She wore a glass <b>bangle</b> on her ankle<br />Hidden under her dress.<br />A reminder, <br />Her <b>tear</b>stained wedding night<br />Had turned into a <b>fangle</b>d mess.<br /><br />He had kissed her goodbye and took off with his mates<br />He was gone until the wee hours of morn.<br />After <b>ten</b> <b>dongle</b>s of beer and dozens of shots<br />He came to bed with only one thought <br />But was met with his bride's scorn.<br /><br />Tonight she'd break the <b>bangle</b><br />And <b>fangle</b> a quick divorce.<br />If her husband refused<br /><b>Ten</b> <b>tears</b> would fall<br />For she'd cut his <b>dongle</b> with force.<br />LynnRodzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10796099106913990163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-46278031870741310952015-07-11T20:56:27.761-04:002015-07-11T20:56:27.761-04:00Gone. The dongle he didn't know how to use, go...Gone. The dongle he didn't know how to use, gone.<br /><br />Despite its tungsten casing. <br /><br />Damaged beyond repair.<br /><br />He shook his head, laughed out loud.<br /><br />This newfangled thing wasn't useless after all. <br /><br />The bullet intended for his heart embedded in it instead.<br /><br />Later he apologised. Told her he'd lost it. Handed over the bangle she'd been eyeing for a while instead. <br /><br />Then he hugged her. Hard. His eyes squeezed shut, a lone tear escaping. When he opened them, his wife was smiling back at him. <br /><br />It was okay. Their daughter wasn't an orphan.<br /><br />He'd made it home. <br /><br />As promised. <br />NotJanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07330407812411729832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-71475209222370729162015-07-11T20:50:44.492-04:002015-07-11T20:50:44.492-04:00Overheard at the Tritown Tearoom:
"Our new pr...Overheard at the Tritown Tearoom:<br />"Our new preacher has his tentacles all over Desirée."<br /><br />"The church secretary? But she's such a prude!"<br /><br />"Not any more! She shakes her bangles like mad whenever he's around."<br /><br />"Her daddy will be getting out his shotgun if she's not careful."<br /><br />"Nah. This preacher's got a fangless snake, if you know what I mean."<br /><br />"How'd you find that out?"<br /><br />"The church elders made him get fixed before he came here. Too many little Dongles running around his last congregation."Just Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12546035917149403735noreply@blogger.com