Russell Gayer, author speaker
It’s not everyday someone you know has a four-digit birthday. In fact, most people would consider crossing the century mark quite an accomplishment in longevity. But like Methuselah says, “After three or four thousand years, who’s counting?” At his age, finding health insurance is… Continue Reading “Methuselah Comes to America”
My fellow Fictioneer, Douglas MacIlroy, dubbed this week’s prompt “a writer’s paradise.” Id’ have to agree. If you can’t find something to write about from all the little cubbies in this picture (or outside the box itself), you should probably consider a different creative… Continue Reading “Shadowbox Dancing”
Evidently, the average American television viewer is enthralled by all things Redneck. The satellite airwaves are filled with reality shows of southern folks wrestlin’ gators, whittling duck calls, and surviving months in the wilderness on two cans of potted meat, eight ounce of grits,… Continue Reading “blunder grill”
The photo below brought to mind the famous rhetorical question; “If a man says something—and there’s no woman around to hear him—is he still wrong?” Married with Children was a popular TV show about the time our children were entering puberty. I learned two… Continue Reading “Your keys, please”
When I saw this week’s photo prompt two things immediately popped into my mind—dogs marking their territory on a fire hydrant, and the album “Street Corner Talkin” by Savoy Brown. I decided to run the first idea past our black lab, Buster. He… Continue Reading “Street Corner Talkin’”
I used to work with a guy who was born and raised in Puerto Rico. He told me the hardest thing about learning the English language was the metaphors and euphemisms we Americans use in everyday conversation. When I mentioned that I was going… Continue Reading “Polli-Nation”
I spent yesterday in Indian country (Oklahoma) and barely escaped with my scalp (you have to be on your toes in those casinos). Today, I feel like stomping the dust off my boots, busting through the bat-wing doors of my favorite watering hole, and… Continue Reading “The Round-up”
Connie and got back from visiting Dr. Shlomo Raz at UCLA Medical Center late yesterday afternoon (my excuse for being late). I offered to donate my brain to medical science, but they politely declined, insisting they only accept brains capable of forming complete thoughts.… Continue Reading “Bad bike, baaad!”
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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.
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