Where Keri writes about a “Treat” in 127 words. (A Sunday Scribblings prompt.)
Category Archives: Three Different Ways
Honest
Where Keri throws 115 words being honest.
It’s Only Coffee
It’s time for coffee! ~happy dance~ Coffee time! I was asked how much coffee could I drink this morning. I pointed to a decorative mega-mug, a converted 55-gallon drum. “I could drink as much coffee as this 55-gallon mug can hold.”
“Just watch me.”
846 words
Reflect
I have such a lovely butt. Even though I’m not at my target weight, I am quite enamored of my ass. The full length mirror shows it well, along with the accompanying fullness of thighs. I like that too. Thunder-thighs? Yea. Jiggly, meaty, and several handfuls of fierce fire. The better to stomp some idiot that assumes because I’m big, I’m desperate.
498 words
The Rest of the Story
“Make of that, what you may.”
The phrase I use to end most of my posts, is the same phrase I used when telling ‘stories’ in public. There is no firm moral, there is no passion play. Often the tale ends with unspoken questions begging to be answered. But as much as I enjoy writing these slices of my thoughts, I find it interesting to see what happens after they leave me.
332 words
Suspended Reality
Where Keri has a moment of “Suspended Reality” in 131 words.
Cross
Where Keri invokes by daring. 32 words.
Lotus Bud
I’m on the beach, walking south along the tideline. Temperate day, feels like spring, but the ocean is still chilly. Soon I’m climbing the large rocks of the breakwater. I make my way out to the far end, and sit, watching the featureless, ever moving, ocean. I find I have a leather hat among my possessions. Wide-brimmed, well-worn, and fitting me comfortably. No clouds above me, so I don the hat.
“Just where did you get that dapper hat? It completely becomes you.” I don’t have to turn around to identify the speaker.
3,161 words
An Angry Intervention
Where Keri write 220 words about rage addiction, and wonders who she wrote it to.
Fire & Feast
Hey, I’m at Disneyland! What ever could go wrong?
That I’m at Disneyland is by itself an indicator things are about to get fucked. That the floor of the hotel I’m staying at is on fire, is another indicator. I had a box of juju in that room. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
2,164 words