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Metaphysical Mess by Belinda Roddie I am anti-destruction - I shall grow flowers in your potholes, drape your broken bones in ivy, and make fresh water flow from broken glass. I don't heal, but I do flourish, and I prosper.

by Belinda Roddie "It takes you how long to grow a melon?!" "90 days from seed to fruit. Why do you ask?" "...Um..." "Or at least 80 days if it's a watermelon. Are we talking watermelon, or cantaloupe?" "Um..." "George? You okay?" He hung up on me. I think I broke his poor gardener brain. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.

The tea was cold, the cake was dry, and the cookies were so stale that I thought about using them as miniature frisbees. Still, I drank and ate my fill, just to appease my Auntie Nancy. She beamed the whole time at the party, even as most of the food was untouched. The cucumber sandwiches were delicious, though. I had to give her credit for those. I ate about fifteen of those before I remembered to save some for my sister.

Okay. So. Today is finally the day I can tell you all, in as much detail as I can, what's been going on with my life. Now, some of you already know what's up - you're close friends and family of mine, you've had conversations with me, you've read what I've posted and written. And really, I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me and helping me out through this difficult time. What I'm going to tell you is the basic, linear story of what's been going down since January 15th of this year. I'm going to omit certain details, like names, locations, and specific conversations. I'm allowed to do that. You all know how candid and honest I can be, to a fault sometimes. And I do reserve the right to some privacy. I know - shocker, right? So here's the rundown. January 15th, I informed my principal that I had no desire to return as yearbook adviser. The class had spent my creative, emotional, and mental energy to such an e...

Haunted Aces by Belinda Roddie I play cards with my friends nightly. They're all ghosts.