Russell Gayer, author speaker
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Stories From Within
Finding ways to make words sparkle
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.
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.
All the Blogging That's Fit To Print
AS I TOLD THE GIRL THAT I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO, THANKS FOR LAUGHING AT ME HERE TODAY.
A Humor Blog
Stylistically Abusing Language for the Betterment of Mankind
Straight up with a twist– Because life is too short to be subtle!
An author's perspective of mystery and more.
And the worst things. And all that weird stuff in between.
Russell, I love reading your take on these photos. Nobody else can surpass your creativity! Loved "Cara raked the blonde hair . . ." Excellent!
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Oops . . . here's my link:http://jansthoughtsovercoffee.blogspot.com/2012/02/flashfriday-fridayfictioneers-lovers_24.html
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I like how you related this picture to the magical shaman ideas and still set it the real world, and depicted the two girls so clearly, Russell. Nice little story.
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Love your sense of humour. This is a great story. Here's mine: http://postcardfiction.com/2012/02/24/forgotten/
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Great take on this! Very creative and funny. Nice job, as usual. I am getting ready (make that SHOULD BE) for two book signings this weekend, so I'll play again next week.
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I loved the way "sticks, stones, and bird bones" kind of tumbles out of the mouth. Good job, I enjoyed the forecast that she'd be encircled by men, shouting, chanting, and casting lots for her clothes; self-fullfilling of a stripper at the Pink Pussycat, perhaps?
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You got it, but the prophecy went right over her blonde head. HA!
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That was so cute! You took the grimness right out of those bones and set them sparkling in her silly blonde head!Lindaurahttp://fictionvictimtoo.blogspot.com
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Hahahahaha! Soothsayer, she is! Well done, Russell. Loved the last line.Here's mine:http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com/2012/02/cave-100words-for-fridayfictioneers-and.htmlSiobhan
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*snicker* I guess she is gonna land that job! Excellent set-up! My drabble is here; http://quillshiv.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/let-flow-what-is-left/
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Hi neighbor,I'll tell you what's so funny, it's this story. This is the first time I've realized what an excellent sense of humor you have. I think humor writing is one of the more difficult things to pull off in writing and you did it. Kudos.Here's mine: http://bridgesareforburning.wordpress.com/
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Bravo. This is the first submission based on the above photo that gave me a good chuckle. Thank you for your clever, whimsical sense of humor. And yes, she may have to remove her clothes at that audition based on the name of the place. LOL. Here's mine:www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com
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I am left hanging in the middle… probably as a result of other twisty endings i have read…but, this is worthy of being called creative!Here's mine:http://seewilliams.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/moriah/
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