Fifty Word Story – An Incident on Bernard Boulevard

Poet Rummager

Photo by Graham A Stephen ( ❤


Traversing Bernard Boulevard at night, she longed to escape her loneliness.  An effulgence of light illuminated from the sky and lifted her off the pavement. She smiled; her arms outstretched.

Rubbing their hands together gleefully, the six-eyed aliens from a far-off galaxy, awaited the arrival of their newest female specimen.

This story was inspired by Tracey Mathis Jr. of Bernard Boulevard (Click HERE to visit and follow his blog). ❤

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I can be silly around you.



I was nervous about a first date, but glad to know that I can be silly around you. splashing in the water, jokes in the kitchen, midnight picnic listening to the neighbors. I felt confident leaving your place, and felt good all that day. Maybe we will do it again sometime soon. For now I send my happy thoughts across to you through the interweb, looking forward to another email from you..

Always smiling,


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I Still Get Jealous

I Ruin Joy

I Still Get JealousI see younger women with their cute, sexy bodies and am I jealous of them? No, when I was their age, I looked like that. Now let’s see if they look like me when they are my age. However, some days I look like a pile of old shoes, can’t beat that!

I see women dressed in five hundred dollar outfits, am I jealous? No, because at one time, I also spent piles of money on ridiculous crap, I have $260 sunglasses, ridiculous.

I see people eating thirty dollar steak dinners with lovely cocktails, am I jealous? No, unless it’s cheap beer in a can, I’m not happy. Have you even tried my four dollar casserole?

Want to make me jealous? Tell me that your dad was a neurosurgeon. Tell me that you have a nobel prize winner in your family. Tell that you spent your Sunday dinners discussing something…

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Devil Girl Diaries – 14 (Sex Club)

The Lonely Author


Photo taken by moi.

Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Naked in a sea of nakedness
My eyes searched for Allie
Why did I come to this sex club
lust and desire
to satisfy her curiosity
Or my own
Why did I take my eyes off of her
This was dangerous
Like taking an arsonist to a lumber yard
And this idiot
Gave her matches and lighter fluid
My heart beat like jungle drums
Where was she
I tried to sort through the images
Bodies writhing

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The Pink Panther for Super Bowl Sunday 2016

John Cowgill's Literature Site

Hello Everyone.  I am the Pink Panther.  Yes, that Pink Panther.  I know.  You have never heard me speak before, but this great moment was too great to remain silent for.  Therefore, I have chosen to speak up.  This is a very important matter.  You see, there are some broncos who want to stomp us down.  If you are suffering from blindness, than I can understand why you do not see this.  For those of you who can see, we cannot let them do that.  We must stop these broncos from ruining our show.  The battle will rage, but we will be courageous.  They will not stomp us down into the ground.  Will you join me the very own Pink Panther in this fight?  So I am pink.  Why does that matter?  I am a panther like any other panther.  Just my fur is different.  That will be enough of…

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