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Tonight's Poet Corner: Impervious

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Impervious by Belinda Roddie It didn't snow where I slept, even though the blizzard swallowed up everything south of my humble house. Now I ice skate where my father's front yard used to be, and I build forts right around the footprints left behind by my neighbor's children. I called you to make sure you hadn't turned to ice, and sure enough, you were in the middle of a volcanic eruption, where you had witnessed two lovers kissing before the ash buried them - just as white and pristine as the snow. We agreed to meet in the forest, where the rain would only wash away our tears, but not our bodies. Our flesh and flaws were too strong for erosion. This was how we were to live.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Meta-Starbucks

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Meta-Starbucks by Belinda Roddie We're just grande cups of water, up against the wall.

Tonight's Poet Corner: Boo-tiful Branding

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Boo-tiful Branding by Belinda Roddie How to sell pocky as spooky? Apparently, just make it look like a vampire (but only on the packaging - doing that to the actual pocky would just be silly).

Today's Ten Word Tale: Initiative

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Initiative by Belinda Roddie I wish I could roll a nat 20 for 2020.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Inferno

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Inferno by Belinda Roddie We escaped unscathed, but damn, was it a heart attack.

Saturday's Storyteller: There's Another

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There's Another by Belinda Roddie All she can think about is that there's another. There's another woman she'd love to soak in her wife's jacuzzi with. There's another dame she'd drink rum and coke with at the bar in her wife's kitchen. There's another lady she'd love to fuck in her wife's king sized bed. There's another red lipsticked renegade she'd smooch all the wax off of, like a flame eating away at a willing candle - the kind her wife would light with jazz playing. She'd adore swimming with her in her wife's pool. Or devour leftover fettucine alfredo from her wife's refrigerator. Or drive to the bay with in her wife's convertible. Meanwhile, the crescent moon gives a crooked, sardonic smile to the two adulterers. And it wants to laugh. It just can't bring itself to. This week's prompt was an original from yours truly.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Needs More Duct Tape

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Needs More Duct Tape by Belinda Roddie I keep getting called out, and I want to hide.