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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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Russell, at first I thought you were writing an ominous, frightening tale, full of tension. And, I guess you were . . . until I got to the ending and saw that your character tripped over a mushroom. Then, I had to laugh. Good one again!
Hahahaha taken down by a mushroom! Great story, Russell. The middle paragraph was the best with arms flailing, cries of desperation, and nose in the moldy loam. Well done! 🙂
At first I thought the narrator was falling from a great distance, like from an airplane (without a chute). But as I thought further, I saw how the juxtaposition between the reality of a short fall and the long-drawn-out "trip" made the piece work. Very funny/ironic.My piece is at http://furiousfictions.com.
You are the funny one. No one can trip on a mushroom! But you have to blame the nearest, funniest thing! Our prompt. Delightful.At least the loam looked soft.Lindaura
Delightful! A sense of humor–I like that. I agree with Siobhan, the middle paragraph had me chuckling out loud. Well done.
Faires put those mushrooms in our way so we can trip and fall. And while laying spread-eagle on the ground we can comptempate the meaning of life and realize we should slow down and smell the roses. hahhha. Do you believe that one, Russell?Loved it!