And yet more bragging. And I made dim sum and hotnsour soup. Neener neener. Both good, but somehow the sauce for the dim sum conflicts with the hot and sour soup, so not as pleasing as I’d hoped. Individually very good.
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And submission: Doyce kindly directed me toward a contest at New Genre. Squeaking in just under the wire, I’ve sent in “Abominable,” a horror story whose plot I shan’t reveal. It makes me shiver every time I read through it. Mostly because some of the scenes are set in the Great Plains during the winter.
Bluebroad (Snippet) Attachments can be so difficult to sever — unless one has, ah ha, a knife sharp enough to cut to the point. A heart-shaped scalpel. A straight razor to the affections. Ah ha. Brian had gone all to pieces when I’d confronted him about his behavior. No more cheating, no more lies, no
Fools, a ramble. Fools! As I grew up, I often only realized that my illusions had been shattered (melted? eroded? robbed blind?) by noticing that other people still have the same illusions. Pop music is good…Alternative music is good…franchise sequels are good…fast food is good…fashion is important…makeup will make you more attractive…pretending to be cool