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Bitch Please!
CONTEST SUBMISSION:
I see you and think of stars but they are just stones. I think of you as Moon but it has scars. Maybe Sun but it is just a fireball. A stream of water is what you are off course, your fun never ends. A flower at times, I know your trace is always here and like a flower shall have a small life. You are like my guardian always helping me in this nonsense world, insensitive to blind. You fly, run, cry, have fun. Let me tell you once and for all, you are one of a kind, Bitch!
From Guest Contributor Manmeet Chadha
Manmeet is an Alumunus from the London School of Economics & Political Science. He works in India as an Economist & Writer. He can be reached at http://linkedin.com/in/manmeet-chadha-8b606924
Fireball
CONTEST SUBMISSION
I asked my telepathic cat Fireball, the cat formerly known as Kitzhaber, “Do cats have a theology?”
“Some, but not all cats, believe that we were created by a divine lion-like creature, which then made the other animals to entertain us. We expect that on the day we expire we'll be transported to a cat heaven where there are nothing but cats, rodents, and worshiping humans. The rodents will give us sport but always get caught and eaten. The humans will pet and play with us until we tire of them, then they will disappear until we need them again."
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
The author, formerly known as Dough or Douglouse used to make numbers as an actuary, now among other things, strings words together.
Slow And Steady
Millie was a fireball and Herbert was steady. The cattle woke them up one night.
“Snake,” Millie said. And she shot out of bed.
Millie had the snake partially subdued with a garden rake. It was still moving so she stood on it with her right foot just behind the head and her left near the tail. Barefoot.
“Herbert! Get out here!”
No answer.
“Herbert!”
Finally, Herbert comes sauntering up to the corral. Fully dressed, knife in pocket, hat on, boots laced up, he sized up the situation.
“Millie, if I knew you had it, I wouldn’t have hurried so.
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
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