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Sizist Snow White Doesn't Stand Up for Little People
I haven't thought of Billy Barty and the wiener mobile since I was a kid. I used to love his show, whatever it was. As for the wiener mobile, some neighbor kids and I were goofing off out in front of my house when the wiener mobile suddenly pulled up. A guy hopped out and gave us all weenie whistles. As far as we were concerned, it was like seeing Elvis because we had seen it on TV but never dreamed it would come to OUR neighborhood.— May 30, 2012 5:51 p.m.
You Are Not Alone (Unless You're a Genius)
When it comes to tech, I'm easily confused, especially after a period of high creativity. I forgot to log out of Fiction Writer before posting the comment.— May 30, 2012 5:46 p.m.
Dirty Little Freak
A pup after my own heart. Looks as lovable as a Teddy Bear.— May 30, 2012 5:43 p.m.
Dirty Little Freak
Thanks for the images, Nan. Couldn't have been more appropriate. Emstermom would like for the 3 of us to have coffee. I told her I wasn't sure 'cause you take care of Bobby.— May 30, 2012 5:42 p.m.
You Are Not Alone (Unless You're a Genius)
After awhile, you start thinkin' "Did I ever really write that or was it a dream?" Still trying to post my story on "FictionWriter..."— May 29, 2012 7:04 p.m.
Homeless Alien Kept a Diary
TY, Nan. Maybe the Grand Illustrator will take a cotton to it. Be nice if more peeps posted some stuff.— March 28, 2012 6:29 a.m.
Homeless Alien Kept a Diary
Thanks, Mindy.— March 27, 2012 8:12 p.m.
Wolf Man in Love
Today’s new short story comes from Mindy1114: if you like, please feel free to hit the “share” tab, and let the folks over on Twitter/Facebook/etc have a looksee at what we’re doing over here --— March 18, 2012 12:34 a.m.
"Wanted: Mordecai" - Mythic Tales of the City of the Gods
Hey Fiction Writers, welcome to the Reader's new Writer Space! You too can see your own short stories in this blog! 5,000 word max, with the usual Reader TOS terms and conditions. Stand alone stories please, no "chapters" of a larger/longer work. So what's in it for aspiring wordsmiths, other than the chance to elicit feedback from your fellow Reader readers? Well, for ONE SHORT STORY POST PER MONTH, that writer will get the paper's own hairy cartoon poo-bah, yers truly JAS, ILLUSTRATING YOUR STORY!— March 2, 2012 6:28 p.m.
Short Story Jam - You're Invited To Join In!
(Wow, you people have been busy while I was away! Fantastic contributions - I'll leave up as comments rather than compiled, so we can all see who wrote what!) Stanley could only chuckle softly when he realized that his Mom's old plastic radio was playing "Behind Blue Eyes" (long live the Who!) as he lowered the telescopic lens - slowly, lovingly, like undoing a zipper - to rest its glassy gaze on that set of window blinds. The fantasies he'd been entertaining only in brief flits of fancy began to overtake all his thoughts once again, as they did every time he focused on the world(s) outside his dingy so-called-home. There they were again, those penetrating blue orbs. Only this time, they were neither in the nighttime sky nor hidden behind the partitions of a segmented window shade. They were staring. Blank. Motionless. Set like a snowman's coal black peepers, recessed within a face nearly as white and expressionless and unreal. They were Linda's eyes. And they would never look at him THAT way again.— September 3, 2010 11 p.m.