Created with a found photograph, my imagination and my Charger 11.
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Created with a found photograph, my imagination and my Charger 11.
Now on sale at my Etsy HERE along with some other pieces!
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, baby, fiction, flash fiction, life, love, newborn, photo, photograph, reincarnation, typography, writing
The government, scientists, specialists, news programs, everyone agreed the time had come. The end was here.
Many people prepared, stocking everything they could get in their basements: batteries, flash lights, canned goods, generators, but a select few knew it was only a matter of time. Without the sun, plants would stop growing, and slowly all life would discontinue.
Those few decided to honor their light giver, the life essence of their world, one last time. In this small town, a collection of people, rather than uselessly bunkering down in a basement, wanted to say goodbye to someone they never thought would abandon them, someone they took for granted, the one who gave them life every day up until this point without ever asking anything in return. Many forgot all about the importance of it, or simply complained when the weather was too hot or they forgot their sunglasses. So few really relished in how much it did for every living being on the planet.
And now it would abandon them.
Today the sun would set for the last time on their world.
And so they gathered to worship their long-time friend, or say goodbye, or mourn its death. They met at the old soccer field and sat in the bleachers as if watching a match, but this time nobody would cheer. The sun slowly reached the horizon, and the colors were more beautiful than any spectator had ever witnessed. A cloud cluster came in from the East, but it would not ruin the absolute perfection of the very last sunset in the history of man.
The sun touched the horizon, and crawled beyond their sight, a few oo’s and ah’s rang up from the crowd as if they were witnessing fireworks. People hugged, they held hands or comforted each other in their own way. The last orange sliver peeked for one more moment, and then was gone forever.
Photograph by the amazingly talented Manon De Sutter. Click here for more of her work.
Posted in flash fiction, Horror
Tagged apocalypse, art, beauty, end of the world, fiction, final sunset, flash fiction, horror, life, love, Manon De Sutter, photography, photos, relationships, science fiction, sunset, writing
She looked up from the magazine she was reading and raised an eyebrow.
“What? I do,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she closed her copy of Under the Radar and placed it next to her.
“I was just thinking,” I started, “this is so nice. We’re sitting here together, reading, me on one couch, you on the other, and I’m really…”
“Happy?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and moved over to my couch. “Anything else you’d like to say?”
“Mhmm. I adore you. These simple moments, it’s too hot to cuddle, what with the heat wave, and we can’t really do much, so we’re just sitting here, relaxing, not even really feeling the need to chat.”
“Well, until now. Now you’re talking.”
“True, but now you’re cuddling. And it’s 100+ degrees out.”
“It’s 99.”
“Not if you include the heat index.”
“What does that even mean, the heat index?”
“I love that you always call me out.”
“Hey, you do it too,” she said, sliding even closer and putting her arm around me.
“Dude. It’s too hot to cuddle.”
“It’s too hot to talk, too,” she said as she got up, went back to her couch and returned to her magazine .
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged beauty, entertainment, fiction, heat wave, life, love, magazine, musings, random, reading, relationships, romance, Under the Radar
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, art, beauty, cabin, childhood, dare, deck, family, fiction, flash fiction, found art, found photograph, friends, humor, kitsch, lake, life, media, people, photo, photography, relationships, retro, summer, typewriter, typography, vacation, vintage
“Peace and love!” I said loudly to my class when the clock struck noon. What can I say, I’m a huge Ringo fan!
“What are you doing?” someone asked.
“Ringo asked all of his fans to say that at noon, so I did. It’s his birthday.”
“You like Ringo Starr?” someone else asked.
“Of course! I have a bunch of his records.”
“Records? Like real records?”
“Yup. Plus I saw him last weekend in Atlantic City.”
Nobody responded. Finally, after a moment of silence longer than the one in before the pledge of allegiance, someone said, “Wow…I’m jealous.” Many people nodded.
I was surprised. I expected to be teased. Nope.
“Did he sing Beatles songs?”
“Yup.”
“No No Song?”
“Sadly, no. That was the one I wanted to hear the most.”
I had no idea so many people were fans!
“What was he like?”
“Well, he was quite lively, dancing around, really having fun up there, considering he’s seventy.”
“He’s seventy?!?” a few asked.
“Yup. Today is his 70th.”
A bunch of people start typing on their computers.
“Trust me guys, I’m right. I would know.”
Turns out they were Googling No No Song. Nice.
Posted in creative nonfiction, Flash Nonfiction
Tagged art, Beatles, class, classroom, humor, life, music, No No Song, nonfiction, Ringo, Ringo Starr
“Did you notice nobody on stage ever said the word Beatle?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I found it odd and was paying attention. We’re seeing Ringo Starr, live, and the word Beatle has not even been uttered.”
She thought about it, and as she did he spoke into the microphone.
“This is a little song I sang that a couple of my old friends wrote for me.”
“See?” I said to her. She nodded as he started singing Photograph.
~
“Now we’re going to hand the show over to a good friend of mine, Edgar Winter.”
I paid how much to see Ringo? And he’s handing the show over to someone? What the hell?
“Are you ready to ROCK?” Winter yelled as I was a bit confused, even dumbfounded. Sure, there’s something to be said of hearing Edgar Winter sing Free Ride live, I’ll admit. But I can’t decide, is this a good thing or a bad thing?
“This song makes me think of Dazed and Confused,” she said to me.
“Yes!” I responded, still confused about my feelings on this issue. I mean, what if we hear this, but Ringo doesn’t sing No No Song? Or Octopus’s Garden?
This went on for four songs. Will Palmer of The Romantics singing What I Like About You. Rick Derringer singing Hang On, Sloopy. Richard Page singing Broken Wings.
So the big question is, will he play the two songs I want to hear more than anything?
~
“So for those of you who don’t know, which is most of you, I had a new album come out in January, Y Not.”
Two people cheer.
“Thanks. Both of you.”
~
He did not play them. No Octopus’s Garden, no No No Song. So am I pissed? I still don’t know. It was fun, to be sure. He closed singing With a Little Help From My Friends, which was breathtaking. Exciting. Awesome. Yellow Submarine, sang by Ringo? Excellent.
“What was your favorite song?” she asked me. “The finale. With a Little Help. For sure.”
“Me too,” she responded, taking my hand.
Posted in Flash Nonfiction
Tagged All Star Band, Atlantic City, Beatles, concert, Edgar Winter, Edgar Winter Group, humor, legend, life, love, Mr Mister, music, music legend, No No Song, photograph, Richard Parks, Rick Derringer, Ringo Starr, Romantics, The McCoys, The Romantics
The beeping of her alarm woke me up, but I didn’t mind.
“Hey,” she said, all sleepy-eyed.
“Morning,” I replied.
She turned away onto her side, an obvious hint she wanted to be spooned, and I followed suit.
“This is nice.”
She turned and smiled at my comment. Once she returned to being the little spoon I kissed her neck.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to work.,” I heard her whisper. “I could do this all day.”
“Same.”
She escaped my arms and rolled onto her back so I kissed her.
“At least you have off today. Lucky.”
I smiled. She’s always been jealous of my day off.
“You better get up. You’ll be late.”
She turned away again, signaling for more spooning. I scooched up against her and squeezed her in my arms.
She reached for the fluffy white comforter and pulled it over our heads.
“Five more minutes.”
Posted in flash fiction
Tagged alarm clock, bed, comforter, humor, life, love, photo, photography, pillow, relationships, romance, sleep, sleeping, waking up, work
Created with my pissed-off attitude, creativity, a found photograph and my Brother Charger 11. This post would also not be possible without the (dis)cooperation of BP.
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Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, beach, BP, environment, government, horror, life, news, oil spill, opinion, photo, photograph, politics, tragedy
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged 1940s, childhood, children, despair, disappearance, life, love, missing child, photo, photograph, sad, typography
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