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The Day Maude Died

The day Maude died she expected it. The white daisies rambling across the mustard colored wallpaper had already begun mourning. Large drops of water appeared over them and rolled to the floor.

“Good.” She mumbled. “This living business is for the birds.”

Maude glowered from her 5th story window. 

At 11:59 she felt the air being sucked from the room as it began to spin. Her exhilaration dissipated when Gary appeared. 

“What are you doing here?” Gary shrugged and motioned to the room as if to ask why he wouldn’t be.

“This wallpaper is a crime to interior design. Christ Maude, is this where you’ve been hiding?”

“I’ve never known you to be a connoisseur of design.”

“Down to business; I’m a busy demon. You’re not dying today Maude.”

Rage rushed from her toes to the very tips of her hair.

“What?! Do you know how long I’ve been here?! 1,517 years Gary!”

“I know, but they like the work you’re doing down here.”

“No! No! No!” The smirk dancing across Gary’s lips was enough to send her into overdrive. “Go get the kerosene. We’re going to the council.”

Gary’s smirk turned to a deep frown.

Source: http://mrg.bz/n22FGA

Word Count: 198
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Sunday Photo Fiction

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I Gave My Soul to a New Religion … 16 – 21/365

Pictures to catch me up on “picture a day”. I should start calling it picture dump to catch me up. We all know I love music. I’ve been feeling down and having a hard time lately so this weekend I hopped around to a couple of cities to visit my favorite soul surgeons.

Leah Shapiro , drummer for Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Robert Levon Been, bass (and all the instruments also) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Peter Hayes, guitar (and all kinds of other instruments) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

These guys were the opening band, The Night Beats. Lovely way to open the shows. In Houston the bassist’s mom came up and got on the rail with us. She couldn’t stop gushing about how adorable her son was on stage. That’s support man

I went to two cities, Houston and New Orleans. Other than my pictures of the show in Houston I didn’t really take many others. I just didn’t find as much that captivated me.

New Orleans … that’s going to be it’s own post because it’s one of my favorite US cities (with the exception of the band pictures, BRMC pics above are the New Orleans show).

Candid

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Mosaic 7-15/365

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted pictures … I have obviously not done well with keeping up on “a picture a day”.

Today I was thinking about mosaics. How intricate they are. Hundreds of tiles layered together into designs. Sometimes very intricate, sometimes simple, sometimes the beauty lies in the simplicity.

A couple years ago I went to Greece and ended up on Delos, an island about a 20 minute ferry ride from Mykonos.

They’re restoring a lot of what’s outdoors on the island but they have a lot of original artifacts in the museum there.

The ancient Greeks loved their mosaics.

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Looking at these, I’m not sure all of these were mosaics. Some of them may actually just be paintings. The smaller ones had other displays in front of them making it hard for me to get close to get any kind of creative/close up shot.

I go out of town this weekend so you guys will finally maybe get some new travel pictures and not stuff from when I went gallivanting around Europe a couple years ago.

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5&6/365 – Slacka

Not only did I skip yesterday, day 5 for those keeping up, but today you don’t even get a recent image! But I’ll share 2 to make up for being a slacka only a few days in.

I have a major case of wanderlust and I haven’t gotten to satisfy it nearly enough lately. What about you guys?

These are busts in the museum on Delos, a Greek island and world heritage site. Taken with my Canon T2i and … probably just the standard lens.

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And this is a gondola in the canal in Venice, Italy. Also taken with my Canon.

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3/365

When I was in high school I lived for the Sunday comics. I would grab them and get to cutting much to my mom’s disdain. “But your father hasn’t read the paper yet!” The sports were on the other side and he didn’t watch or care about sports but my chopping the comics out before he had a chance to claim the whole paper as his pissed him off.

I hung them up on an old chest in my room.

He’d occasionally rip them down.

It was a fun dance.

When I moved out years ago the old chest I had most of them hung on was promptly hauled into the attic. Over the years most of the comics have worn away but this one I saved.

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1/365

I love writing but I also love other creative endeavors. Sometimes my mind gets burned out on words and I turn to other things to fulfill me creatively. I’ve been snapping photos since I was in middle school. As a way to shake things up and challenge myself this year I thought it would be neat to see if I could get one picture a day that I posted here. If it comes with writing great, if not, great.

What better place to start than selfie heaven. This is probably the only picture of me you will ever see on here other than my profile picture (which doesn’t really count because it’s just my eye).

This is your fearless author. I’ve been up since 430, at work since 7, it’s now after 6 and I’ve only been home for less than 20 minutes.

The holiday’s have exhausted me. Life lately has exhausted me.

Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for days on end but I can never slow down enough to do that.

Relax?

What’s that?

My school holiday is over today so I will be reviewing school work for the evening.

The new year has set me on a good creative start but I’m not sure I want any of it to be seen by public eyes, at least not yet.

I have bags under my eyes. They’re perpetual. I don’t think they’ll ever go away.

I’ve had acne because dairy is apparently in fucking everything.

I’m not wearing make up because fuck that, that’s why (although I do have make up and I do wear it).

In the time it’s taken me to write this I’ve gotten up and sat back down at least 10 times.

I’m not going to try and look pretty.

I’m not going to duck face.

Or myspace angle.

I’m going to look just as stressed as I feel.

This is your fearless author.

Day 1 of 365 done.