This lovely treat was written by our own sweet Scarlett Rose...
I smell fairy floss in the distance and I see people walking with it in their hands, and I so badly just want…mummy’s words interrupt my thoughts as she turns to me saying, “Not now dear, just wait – Mummy’s a little busy right now.” I look up at her and she isn’t looking at me, a muscley man chopping wood captivates her, and I know how effortlessly I can slip away, so …
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Added by Chris Campbell on March 13, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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Black graphite and polished steel, the floor is slick and dangerous; crouching in the far corner, a pride of many colored tigers with metal tails that point straight up and lick the electric ceiling. I tiptoe toward the red one but a sneakered boy beats me to it (he knows, as I do, that the red car is faster than the rest) so I jealously hop in the green one. A sarcastic sign on the wall reads “No Bumping.” I glare at the thief in the red car as the attendant, ever vigilant, double checks our…
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Added by Chris Campbell on March 13, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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It’s the chunky – clunky - clacky sound of the chain pulling the roller coaster up the track - anticipation and doubt - (Will we make it? Will we make it?). Time stops at the top - joy and fear - gravity (that bandit) tries to steal my stomach; hands up and scream! My heart pounds in its cage as we enter the shadowed valley and I remember Newton’s third law, and the Lord’s Prayer. Into the light, effortlessly, the car goes up again; we round the corner; the wooden trestle groans and complains…
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Added by Chris Campbell on March 13, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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Added by Chris Campbell on March 13, 2009 at 5:30pm —
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“Funny,” he said, “you don’t look like a poet.”
I drooled “jus wa dug a hoet loog lig?”
“Spit - you know,
flamboyant,” He picked up the drill and waived it in the air, “Open up.”
And I said - to myself, since my mouth was full of picks and probes, suctions and drills - I said “I’m no bereted beatnik, no crimson-lipped goth, and that’s just fine with me. My mouse gray hair and wrinkles allow me to fold up into invisibility, and when I spy a sweet crumb of…
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Added by Chris Campbell on March 12, 2009 at 1:14pm —
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She shuffled the cards and placed them in neat rows on the TV tray. A cigarette dangled from her red lips. Her hair, still in rollers, was wrapped with a bright kerchief and her blouse was holey from the unattended ash. She had spent minutes, hours, days of her life moving red queens to black kings, and lining up hearts and clubs like some surrealist train conductor. She could play cards and watch TV and, at the same time, hold the casualest of conversations with me. “How was school? …Mmmhmm……
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Added by Chris Campbell on February 22, 2009 at 11:00pm —
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I had lunch yesterday with a gentleman I met on the internet, (It's OK; my husband knows.) He looked just like his avatar. He's got a thousand stories. He told me about lost loves, and found loves. He showed me a picture of Daniel at the train station the day he left for China. I can't wait to read his next Six Sentences...
Added by Chris Campbell on February 5, 2009 at 10:00am —
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By Emily CBH Post
1. Be kind - give others a chance for their post to have some face time; don't post twelve blogs all in a row thereby
monopolizing the front page.
2. Take turns - don't
re-post your blog just because it didn't get enough face time (See 1) - Please note it
is possible to edit your post without reposting.
3. K.I.S.S. - There's no law that says your post must be exactly six (and only six, no more, no less) sentences. but for…
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Added by Chris Campbell on February 2, 2009 at 12:00am —
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The man had been treading water in the middle of the ocean for quite some time, praying fervently “Oh God, I’m drowning - please save me!” when a life ring apeared on the horizon but the man ignored it and continued praying.
A while later a sunburn man in a raft drifted his way and called out “Can it be? another survivor? Swim over here man – there’s room for one more in this raft!” and the man in the water called out in return “No - thank you though - God will provide for me!” and…
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Added by Chris Campbell on January 31, 2009 at 12:30am —
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Eve sashays through Johnny’s orchard,
wishing she could cast off her high heels
and run barefoot in the meadow again.
A nameless Frenchman
in a bowler hat exclaims
“Cela n’est pas une pomme!”
The princess turns icy pale
remembering the red delicious
once lodged in her throat.
The doctor stays away.
Little Billy walks tall and
straight past the picket fence,
eager to tell his hero’s tale.
And Isaac…
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Added by Chris Campbell on January 24, 2009 at 1:30am —
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When doing a search for your former minister's obituary and you type in her name and the search comes up with a web page with a discription that reads "...donkey sex, Reverend Faith Moran, cum shots, girl-on-girl..." and you're thinking to yourself "What the hell.....?" - what ever you do - DON'T click on that site!
Added by Chris Campbell on January 23, 2009 at 5:26pm —
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Patsy was mumbling something about how many zeros were in a billion, when Daisy blinked, scratched her head, looked quizzically at the tufts of hair stuck to her perfectly manicured nails, and said, "Ms Bogart, ummm, I don't think we have that many Sacagaweas in the vault, will some Susan B Anthony's do? How about some of those new President's dollars - they're quite collectable you know - and have you given any thought to how much $789 in coin is going to weigh? How about $700 in bills and the…
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Added by Chris Campbell on January 14, 2009 at 12:30am —
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As Patsy lowered the grocery bags into the trunk, a folded slip of paper fluttered on to the pavement. Two cloying wide-eyed rosy-cheeked Precious Moments angels were pictured on the top of the paper with "On a Wing and a Prayer" printed in pale pink script below them and below that, in Patsy's own handwriting, a list that read: cat food, coffee, SOS pads, rubber gloves, post-its, duct tape, roach motel, bank, stamps, lipstick, VCR tape, Kleenex and plastic forks. As she bent to pick up the…
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Added by Chris Campbell on January 7, 2009 at 7:29pm —
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His tuscan muscles glistened as he drizzled the olive oil into the red hot saute pan. Ever so gently he squeezed the tomatos (
heirloom of course! Thanks Pamila) until the flesh gave way and the slippery seeds puddled on the cutting board. With a surgeon's skill he chopped the fragrant basil and added it to the sauce. As it simmered, he drained the orgy of pasta (will it be tongues, or elbows, or little ears, or angel's hair tonight my darling?) and the exhaling of steam took my breath…
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Added by Chris Campbell on January 5, 2009 at 12:14am —
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She walked down the shadowed hall into the kitchen and flipped the switch. “Why did I come in here again?” she muttered as the fluorescent light flickered, then glowed, illuminating the worn Formica countertops. “Funny how you forget the simplest things between the living room and kitchen…” What was it she came in here for? Tea? That did sound good; it was a bit chilly tonight. She filled the kettle with tap water and turned on the burner. “But that’s not what I came here for…” she said as she…
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Added by Chris Campbell on December 28, 2008 at 2:59pm —
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I get to play Bingo at the family Christmas party today!
B- Mom will ask "Where's my screwdriver? Has anyone seen my screwdriver?" (drink, not tool) as she walks through every room of the house. (Extra points added if this occurs before noon!)
I - Brother-in-law, Goofus, will say/do something inappropriate at the dinner table (and we're not talking eating peas with a spoon; we're taking
severely inappropriate like commenting about how his teenage niece has "grown a…
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Added by Chris Campbell on December 24, 2008 at 12:44pm —
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The biggest lie my mother ever told me was that “sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.” The scraped knees and bandaged boo-boos of my childhood have long since healed and faded from memory; even the scar on my brow which was visible years after the incident has now, in my middle age, been completely erased and replaced with wrinkles.
I was seven or eight at the time, performing pirouettes in the family room, when I fell onto the edge of the coffee table…
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Added by Chris Campbell on December 18, 2008 at 5:30pm —
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Black graphite and polished steel, the floor is slick and dangerous; crouching in the far corner, a pride of many colored tigers with metal tails that point straight up and lick the electric ceiling. I tiptoe toward the red one but a sneakered boy beats me to it (He knows, as I do, that the red car is faster than the rest) so I jealously hop in the green one. A sarcastic sign on the wall reads “No Bumping.” I glare at the thief in the red car as the attendant, ever vigilant, double checks our…
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Added by Chris Campbell on December 12, 2008 at 12:25pm —
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It’s the chunky clunky clacky sound of the chain pulling the roller coaster up the track - anticipation and doubt. (Will we make it? Will we make it?) Time stops at the top - joy and fear. Gravity, that bandit, tries to steal my stomach. Hands up and scream! My heart pounds in its cage as we enter the shadowed valley and I remember Newton’s third law, and the Lord’s Prayer. Into the light, effortlessly, the car goes up again. We round the corner; the wooden trestle groans and complains (as it…
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Added by Chris Campbell on December 6, 2008 at 12:53am —
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Coming out my door I heard a noise…a bizarre leaf blower or the brass-shrill twittering of chirping birds…thousands of them in the November tree. Its naked silhouette clothed in little vibrating bird bodies. The clamorous chaos continued for what seemed … an eternity… as I watched - and listened - awestruck. Then (just as I turned to call the other children out to witness this sibilant symphony) there was an immediate…
silence.
And the tree exploded in…
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Added by Chris Campbell on November 26, 2008 at 2:11pm —
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