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  • ContactRida 4:49 pm on July 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    Too Sexy 

    “Superior? Really?” Melissa thought as she marveled at the dented and peeling laminate table top complete with over-sized dime store candle. She believed she had hit rock-bottom with the ‘Trav-is-New’ Jesus freak who brought his bible on their first date, “I believe all answers to our problems are in the Good Book.” She wished for the rapture for that ‘Trav-is-sty’. But ‘Brad-to-the-Bone’ took the cake, “I have a B.O.G.O. free coupon on entrees! Let’s go Dutch on Sum Dim-Dim!” “More like Sad-to-the-Bone,” she lamented to herself as she deleted her online profile while Brad brandished his coupon between his chopsticks.


    photo credit: Marie Gail Stratford

    • Michael B. Fishman 2:27 pm on July 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Fun story. I hope it’s not too autobiographical but I have a funny feeling that it is.

    • patriciaruthsusan 7:14 am on July 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Rida, That was hilarious. 🙂 I liked the part where she was removing her profile from online dating during the date. Looks like she felt immediate action was needed to prevent this happening again. I don’t blame her. I could see him with those chopsticks. Funny and well written. 🙂 —Susan

    • rochellewisoff 4:45 am on July 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear CR,

      A little bit of modern day Dorothy Parker going on. Reminded me of her piece “The Waltz.” Probably was a good idea to take down her online profile.

      Nicely played.



    • Snow's Fissures and Fractures 7:21 am on July 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Such a funny story, had a blast reading it!

    • MrBinks 4:38 am on July 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This reads so quickly. Really liked it.

    • aliciajamtaas 12:35 pm on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Great word play with the names. Kudos.

      • ContactRida 12:40 pm on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you thank you. i got the dim sum pun from a Jet Li movie, well, i made my own pun. in the movie, a guy said to Jet Li, “Dim sum you win, dim sum you lose.” of course Jet Li then proceeded to kick his @$$:)

    • wmqcolby 11:33 am on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Too cool! Creatively so, too.
      Applause all around! Five fortune cookie story!

    • Melanie 10:12 am on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Go dutch…ha! Let me guess, she got the buy one and he got the get one. Dating can be so irritating.

    • draliman 4:14 am on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Not having much luck with the online dating scene, poor woman!
      I loved the line “brandished his coupon between his chopsticks” – I can see him in my head doing just that with a triumphant grin on his face.

      • ContactRida 12:27 pm on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        hahaha! no luck unless you count the bad luck:) thanks for enjoying a slice of fact mixed with fiction:) those are the best and easiest tales to share:)

    • dmmacilroy 2:57 am on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear CR,

      An uniquely imaginative take on the prompt. Another one bites the dust. Evolution at its best.



    • The Writer's Village 9:44 pm on July 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Great, tight story. Funny. Liked the great observation of the “dented and peeling laminate table top” and the dialogue, the sarcasm, and the pace of your writing. Randy

      • ContactRida 12:19 pm on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you for your insightful compliments Randy:) now i feel bad when i just ‘Like’ a post:)

    • Gunn's Cabin Fever 5:46 pm on July 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Really juicy writing full of flavours! I think the way you take the reader through the date is wonderful. Great writing.

      • ContactRida 12:16 pm on July 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you very much:) my dates are always memorable, one way or the other:)

    • camgal 5:24 pm on July 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      ROTFL!! Trav-i-sty indeed 🙂 Hilariously done.

  • ContactRida 3:20 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: father of mine,   

    familiar storm 

    “Thomas hide! Now!” The storm was here. “But mommie I’m scared.” Thomas glanced at his birthday cake. The 10 candles were still burning though the cake littered the dining room floor with the overturned table. “Go!” she screamed with terror and courage in her voice.

    Thomas darted into the cellar, bolting the door behind him as she had taught him. He squeezed his hands against his ears, but could still hear glass shattering and muffled screams. Then silence.

    Thomas unbolted the door. His mother lay crumpled on the kitchen floor, bloodied. “It’s alright Thomas. Daddy’s gone.” His storm had passed.

    coming storm

    photo credit: Kelly Sands

    • Sarah Ann 2:36 pm on July 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very well set up as a weather event before the reveal.

    • patriciaruthsusan 3:43 am on July 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Rida, A well-written story and fitting music to accompany it. I’m sure that happens often and it’s terrible. It’s possible that father was beaten as a child. It’s so sad. How wonderful the mother protects that little one, but she needs to find a way out if possible before he kills her. Well done. —Susan

    • rochellewisoff 4:10 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear C.R.

      Sounds like it’s time for Mommy to find a “storm shelter” for her and Tommy.
      Too real for comfort. Well done.



      • ContactRida 4:21 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you very much. sometimes the best stories are the worst stories.

    • K.Z. 11:43 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      wow what an ending… very moving and terrifying.

    • Sun 9:31 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      powerfully written and nice bonus with the song. i like how you included the song with just a line bar.

      • ContactRida 3:17 pm on July 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you:) i just upload music from my computer. i’m sure you can do the same with Itunes or however you download tunes.

    • aliciajamtaas 8:43 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Many stories this time relating the picture to men as evil storms…. Well done.

    • hafong 1:03 pm on July 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      The emotions and story sound so real. If it is based on experience, you are making good use of it. Bravo!


    • Dreamer of Dreams 4:28 pm on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      That was a frightening story, and very deeply moving. Beautifully narrated.

    • Chris 9:54 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Woah, I was not expecting that. I thought at first it was a fairly ‘ordinary’ story, but I was wrong. That twist was such a powerful turn of events.

    • draliman 6:01 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Nice twist at the end, gave the whole story a much more chilling feel.

    • Anita 4:02 am on July 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Oh. So emotional. Wish such violence never happened…

  • ContactRida 1:45 pm on July 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: C'est la vie, that's life   

    C'est la vie 

    She stared at the screen, eyes blood shot red, spine spasming, and thought, “I don’t have it in me. I can’t create with my tank on Empty.” She had worked 14 straight nights. Sunday would be her first day off. Or so she thought. “Could you cover this Sunday? I hate to ask but we are short.” begged the supervisor. She had put in for a transfer on the 9th night but Corporate denied the request. She was also embroiled in a CNA suspension whom she reported sleeping, “Could you please give another statement as to how many times you saw the aide sleeping and what you did to intervene?” questioned the Director of Nursing in a seemingly innocuous office email. The Company had already settled in two lawsuits of negligent death, now there’s Sleep-Gate.

    “Good morning beautiful,” texted Brian. She had no clue who he was. Maybe from OKCupid. Maybe from that dance club last summer. She didn’t know and had no interest putting any thought into it. “Hi. I’m headed to the gym,” she lied, “talk to you soon,” another lie. She wondered why he kept texting her, “Because you have no interest in him.” she answered aloud.

    But she also had no interest in sex, “The longer I go without sex, the longer I can go without sex.” she remembered saying to her therapist. She didn’t  even have interest in self-pleasure. But her body told another story. When counting narcs with Remi, the half Egyptian, half Russian male nurse, she felt a heavy moisture between her legs, “Great. Just what I need. My period.” she grimaced to herself. When she went to the bathroom to survey the damage, she found clear slippery fluid instead. It seems standing next to an attractive man made her body prepare for an act that was never going to come (tongue in cheek).

    So she sits and writes with no particular purpose, other than to say, “I am still here. Battered but still here.”

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