tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3966258840583376109..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday July 3rd, 2011Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-64127548033971385582011-07-05T00:35:32.827-07:002011-07-05T00:35:32.827-07:00Greg - usually we get overnight lows of around 14....Greg - usually we get overnight lows of around 14. So it takes a while to cool down.<br /><br />Brilliant take on the prompt :D<br /><br />Andrew - great, now I want cake...<br /><br />And I'll definitely check out your blog! Thanks for the link.<br /><br />Denin - I like that, 'submerged deep under a sea of open space'.<br /><br />And thanks for your link as well!<br /><br />Morganna - ugh, that reminds me of those nights in Vancouver where fireworks would be going off all night. So glad to be far away from all that nonsense now.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-5472225528304270782011-07-04T09:57:34.554-07:002011-07-04T09:57:34.554-07:00Make it go away
The booming, banging, screeching ...Make it go away <br />The booming, banging, screeching <br />Of illegal fireworks.<br />------------------<br /><br />The police say they can do nothing because they must actually observe a misdemeanor crime to ticket someone and there are simply too many violations on top of their regular caseload. I don't mind the little popping ground displays & sparklers, but I can't stand the ones that sound like cannon.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-13067987859752544882011-07-04T09:20:58.377-07:002011-07-04T09:20:58.377-07:00Sam stands on the edge of the cliff, peering down ...Sam stands on the edge of the cliff, peering down at the buildings below. They are submerged deep under a sea of open space, and far in the distance. Sam slowly leans forward, then with a jerk regains her balance. Deep breath, establish balance, lean out, and feel terror grip the senses. Sam cranes her neck to look up at the bright red and yellow sail supported by the black rail beneath her fingers. It looks airworthy enough. She allows herself to envision a bird, gliding in the summer breeze, and imagines her forebodings flying away with it, up, up, and disappearing into the clouds. Fear eliminated, Sam leans forward and feels her feet slide off of the cliff.<br /><br />check out my blog, lifeinthebigshoes.blogspot.comDeninhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14184430819173388170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-23270112017765056562011-07-04T05:52:56.057-07:002011-07-04T05:52:56.057-07:00Oops, sorry. Guess I don't know how to link th...Oops, sorry. Guess I don't know how to link things! Anyway, the url is http://andrewswritingfiles.blogspot.comAndrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04171089909837836988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-72869450379074208392011-07-04T05:51:49.453-07:002011-07-04T05:51:49.453-07:00Greg, your story made me laugh, that was great! So...Greg, your story made me laugh, that was great! So perfect!<br /><br /><b>Eliminate</b><br /><br />The Browns were sitting down for the finale of their typical evening meal. Like most Americans, they had a dessert following their main course. Tonight was no different.<br /><br />Mrs. Brown got up and went to cut up the chocolate cake she'd made. Everyone else stared expectantly at her skilled hands.<br /><br />Then, the doorbell rang, and Mr. Brown got up to answer it. It was his good friend, Mr. Scarlet. As he stepped over the doorstep, he asked the housewife, "Do you mind if I help eliminate the cake?"<br /><br /><br />Oh, by the way, if you'd like to visit my blog, I decided to make one to hold an original fantasy of mine, and you can go to it by visiting this site.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04171089909837836988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-86416364225581913232011-07-04T00:21:00.454-07:002011-07-04T00:21:00.454-07:00How cool does it get in the evenings? I have no (...How cool does it get in the evenings? I have no (big) issue with temperatures in the thirties for daytime, so long as the evening drops back down to a reasonable ten :)<br />I hope it wasn't Mr. Wiggles that got run over! And your cats worry me and impress me at the same time. But worry more, I think.<br /><br /><b>Eliminate</b><br />Bad Kitty hissed as she read through the Daily Writing blog. She'd barely moved to Osoyoos, thoroughly looking forward to the hot temperatures and eager to see what damage she could wreak on Canada's warmest welcome, and already her minions were blowing her cover! She flexed a paw, watching as her claws unsheathed and slid out. They glittered in the bright sunlight.<br />The cat would be dealt with as Bad Kitty dealt with all such things: swiftly and painfully. The blog writer however... Bad Kitty meowed as she thought. Killing humans this early was too risky, perhaps he could be persuaded to write things a little more favourable about cats?<br />But if he couldn't, then she would eliminate him as easily as she'd eliminated Dr. Septopus.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com