Laurita Miller is a story writer and mom on Canada's eastern coast. She also writes lyrics, and her words supplied inspiration for a song called Fade, which is on my recent CD, Temporary Sanity.Mired Dreams is more recent, enjoy!
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Bob dropped the bank's currency bag into the trash and ran across the street
as the A train pulled into the subway station. He slapped at his clothes and
face. The dye covered his face and the front upper half of his body.
Scurrying down the subway steps, he realized he must indeed take the A
train. Entering the train car, he sneezed, puffing a faint blue cloud before
him. An off-duty police officer sitting across the aisle immediately noticed
Bob's blue bulges. Rising from his seat, he withdre… Continue
FLASHSHOT
Daily Genre Flash Fiction
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ISSUE TWO THOUSAND-SEVEN HUNDRED October 5, 2009
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MONGO NOT A MORNING PERSON
By Mike Whitney
Early riser Mongo, feeling good about Cro-Magnon self, stands in cave
entrance, stretches mightily, thumps his chest and lets out a Tarzan yell
which starts him coughing.
Choking, he stumbles into the cave fire, singeing his hairy toes and set… Continue
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So, Mongo sails away into a secure cache with viral shields up. Bev is stowed securely beside him and binary fission son Melvin well sedated for the aimless eternal wandering among the stars as a series of ones and zeroes from whence they came. Huzzah, Mongo, you had a good run, old son. And in the future, whenever that was, remember not to talk back to your personal deity. Ominos Dominos, and hold the anchovies. This is the End and Only the Beginning. -- Chicago Doors
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"MONGO! I have come with an upgrade. Say ahh."
From the clouds, a lightning bolt struck Mongo's cantilevered forehead. His mouth flew open to receive the patch.
"No more spam."
"That’s what you said in 2016."
"YOU'RE MAKING ME ANGRY!"
Mongo wet his loin cloth, simultaneously inventing religion,
"Your son Melvin will start his own clan in Thousand Oaks, inventing the wheel and making war on others based on oil reserves and skin color. The wheel and war will catch on."
"Always MELVIN! What… Continue
Just had x rays, with a perfect outcome, hip is good, no arthritis just a mild bursitis attack, now going away with exercises. But the time on the x ray table in paper panties made me face the real possibility of surgery with a long recovery time away from preferred routines, as well as the memory of my last procedure, when I woke up in the middle of it and asked the doctor what he was doing.
I felt relief like a kid hotfooting across burning sand to dive in the ocean when our favorite bone doc… Continue
Except for the wheelies, this clip is similar to what happened on my own bike accident in 1979. I was going north on I 75 by the Monroe exit near downtown Atlanta and daydreaming on my new murdercycle. Someone slowed in front of me and noob me stood on the rear brake instead of grabbing the handlebar lever for the front. The bike skidded and started to shake.
Wobble wobble wobble, down goes Mike; I bounced over the guard rail into southbound rush hour, landed on my butt and bounced onto my feet… Continue
Early riser Mongo, feeling good about Cro-Magnon self, stands in cave entrance, stretches mightily, thumps his chest and lets out a Tarzan yell which starts him coughing.
Choking, he stumbles into the cave fire, singeing his hairy toes and setting his loin cloth on fire. Panicked, he tries to beat out the flames with his club, causing further damage. When a tyrannosaur investigates, Mongo wets himself, putting out the fire.
"...the doctor will see you now, Mr. Cro-Magnon."… Continue
"Once, there was a solar system with a green planet and a bright sun. Life on the planet flourished until the first global conflict broke out and when it ended, Germany did not like the terms of their defeat in a war they started. Let's begin there. Sync brain chips now."
RealTeacher Ann Droid blinked once and from her mouth came the voice of James Earl Jones,
"Deep in space, far from Earth, exactly on time, a Population II star goes super-nova, and when the light of that explosion reaches… Continue
RealPeople™ Cubicle 23-D
Lost Vegas Sim World
2043 Post Apoc.
“Mom likes me best.”
“Does not.”
“Does, too.”
“Not. Ow. Big bully. I-give-I-give. Big bully. I’m telling. MOM!”
RealParent™ Maxine glided through the portal, her arm pads akimbo. Her screen flashed angrily. “Mongo, stop hitting your brother. Go to your cave.”
“Aw, Mom.”
“Go interact with your cave-mate, Bev. I mean it, Mongo. Go to your past right now.”
“But, Mom. Bev is no fun. She makes me hunt and keep the cave clean.”
“Yo… Continue
November, 1981
Dante's Down the Hatch - Atlanta
My nose is a combo of Karl Malden's and Bob Hope's; I was dressing too young for my age; I was goofy with booze, but I saw my old friend whom I had not met yet, and recognized her at a glance.
Like, share water and grow closer; we grok God, but she was hip to all my tricks, and I loved being seen through: still do.
I, average-looking-if-too-old-for-my haircut, have always LOVED women, and often that seemed to help them first laugh at me, then la… Continue
Mongo spat out a giant mouthful of charred stegosaur fillet, "Ow. Ah burned my tun. Spam! I hate dino meat, always dino meat, dino chili, dino loaf. I long for a mixed salad and a grapefruit."
Bev shrugged, "What're gonna' do? Half the berries I gather make us sick. It's meat or die."
The meal continued in silence, shattered by Mongo's occasional body trumpeting, followed by a self-congratulatory stomach pat. Flatulence was rewarded by a hearty chuckle and head nod for excellence in resonance,… Continue
Papa I visited your house today
You lived there long ago and far away
We tourists come to see the shows
Your place, the sunset and Sloppy Joe’s
Papa I'm coming home to you
Papa No matter what some people say
You told the truth and that won't go away
You said fight the fear, don't fear the fight
Find the truth and say it right.
Papa I'm coming home to you
Another sunny day on A1A at the bottom of the Keys
You found safe harbor there before the winter freeze
Papa your home’s alive with memory… Continue
Think about the reasons you left without goodbye
You said you couldn’t take it, but did you even try?
Fooled myself you loved me now you want to be my friend
I’m fool enough already but I won’t be fooled again
Fool! Thought you loved me…
Fool! I was a fool, fool, fool!
I fall in love too easy but you don’t all at all
Now that I have fallen I’m learning how to crawl
You’ve taken back your body your kisses and embrace
I wish you’d take the memory, girl, I’ve been trying to erase
Now you live at… Continue
You may be a victim of circumstance
A quirk of fate or happenstance
Don’t blame it all on luck
And don’t be the victim of a bad haircut
Samson told Delilah loud and clear
“Keep your fingers off my curly hair!”
Then one night, Delilah struck!
He cried, “I am the victim of a bad haircut!”
And you say no not my hair
All my mojo is there
Any style of hair will do
Except the one someone gave you
You know for sure when people stare
They point and shout about your hair
And you say no not my hair
Al… Continue
There were pumpkins and candy corn in bowls at the dentist's office; the reception desk sported a sign: "Trick or Treat".
Inside, the dentist peered into my mouth, drill in hand. Goggled and smiling, he placed the nitrous mask over my nose,
"Just relax and say ah."
I heard the nitrous hiss and felt the change begin: too soon he drilled into the tender pulp of the molar and it hurt. Change completed, I gutted him with a swipe of my claws, giggling from the gas,
“You tricked me.”
Mike, 66, r… Continue
On a galaxy of longing, he longed to sail away,
Returning to the forgotten sound of music in the bay
And set fire to his ship and there he would stay...
His cell phone chirped, she said, "Where are you?"
"In my office, at my desk. Where are you?"
"I want you to tell me how you'd do it on the desk."
"Well, I'd grab you and push you ..."
"Wait, stop, no. Use he and she, not me and you, 'k?"
" Oh. Right, OK, wait a second... all right, ready? He cleared the desk top with a long swip… Continue
Well, the car pulls up for the week-end date
He’s got his best girl and dad's ‘88’
They head out to the drive-in show
What's playing, they don't know
These two young hearts reinvented love
They got the world below and their stars above
She reaches out for the radio dial
That song comes on, they turn and smile
Turn it on, turn your radio on
Turn it on, turn your radio on
Cause they’re playing our song
Now he’s fighting in a foreign land
Daddy’s in a bad place, can you understand?
She pulls out… Continue
