Hump Day Dump Day – Story Time

This week’s Wednesday story is not about an egg, but is about a poor guy getting dumped. It happens to the best of us and in this case the dumpor waited quite a while to let the dumpee know his status. To make matters worse there is another character involved as well. (gee that is a surprise) Here is the story and I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday. Count with me. How many days until Friday?

Waiting by John W. Howell ©2014

“Hey Frank I just swung by the post office and they gave me this letter for you.”

“Well thanks. That was nice of them to let you do the delivery especially since you have only been on the island for a couple of days.”

“Well the post mistress said you’ve been on the beach all day and I told her I was coming to see you.”

“Boy in a small beach town there are no secrets.”

“You can say that again. Hope it is good news. The letter I mean.”

“Yeah Bob I wish I could say the same thing.”

“Is it bad news?”

“My wife dumped me.”

“What? I didn’t know you were married.”

“No one was supposed to know. I guess it won’t hurt now to tell the story.”

“What story?”

“She and I were broke so we hatched this plan to take out some insurance and then for me to disappear. We would wait for the statute to run out and declare me legally dead. Well the seven-year statute ran out last week and she now has two million bucks.”

“Wow. Can’t you do something?”

“Naw. If I say anything I could go to prison for fraud.”

“Why’d she dump you?”

“According to the letter she was tired of being alone and fell for some guy named Bob. Hey he has the same name as you.”

“Funny huh Frank.”

“Aw c’omon don’t tell me you are the same Bob.”

“No Frank I am not the same Bob. My name is Bob Peters and I am with the FBI and I have a few more questions for you.”

 

 

Friday Again so Soon – Ha Ha

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We finally made it to Friday. I have to say this was one hell of a week. I am working on my third novel and have set a goal to write 1000 words a day. This week I fell short. Not because I didn’t want to write , but I was busied out with projects needing done and pets needing help. It wasn’t as bad as I thought not achieving my goal, so I now need to whip myself into a frenzy and get back on the horse. It reminds me of the old question when faced with something which you believe has dire consequences. “What is the worst that could happen?” Once you face that question dealing with the issue is more manageable. So when I was pulling my hair out about missing daily numbers, I asked myself, “What is the worst that could happen?” I figured the worst would be a week’s delay in finishing my book. Since I don’t skydive, if I finish my book a week later than planned, it is no big deal. I don’t think the world will even notice. Okay I feel better. Now to the Margarita. Oh I almost forgot the Haiku. Here it is:

Worst case by John w. Howell ©2014

Worrying too hard,

About phantom dire results . . .

Breathe in deeply peace.

Necropolis Launch

Guy writes with humor and skill and his keen wit comes through each story. This one looks very promising

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I am pleased to announce that Necropolis is now available from all regional Amazons in paperback and Kindle.  Necropolis is a humorous work of dark fiction about a sociopath, who works for the Burials and Cemeteries department in his local council.  

Crime Fiction Lover (Britain’s largest and most prestigious crime Fiction review site) has awarded Necropolis 5 out of 5 stars.  Click here to read the review (warning: contains some spoilers).

Necropolis

If you haven’t seen it already this is the blurb for Necropolis:

Dyson Devereux works in the Burials and Cemeteries department in his local council.  Dyson is intelligent, incisive and informed.  He is also a sociopath.  Dyson’s contempt for the bureaucracy and banality of his workplace provides ample refuge for his mordant wit.  But the prevalence of Essex Cherubs adorning the headstones of Newton New Cemetery is starting to get on his nerves.

When an opportunity presents itself will…

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Wednesday AKA Hump and Story Day

a friends

Wednesday is story day. Today’s story is about friends and helping others. We all want to help others and I’m sure we mean to help as much as possible. Sometimes things get in the way when we have good intentions, but don’t follow through. You know what I mean. For example, an author helped you launch a book on their blog, bought it, read it and put an amazing review up on Amazon and Goodreads. Sure you meant to pay back when they launched theirs, but after all, you were so busy with your own events, you really didn’t have the time. No time even to list it as a “want to read” on Goodreads. Well let’s be honest, you don’t really want to take the time. Besides, you heard from other friends the book was a bit unusual so you decided not to support it and therefore not possibly offend your friends. Well, if this sounds familiar this story is dedicated to you.

Friends By John W. Howell ©2014

 

“Hey what are you doing?”

“Hi Frank. Making out a list of my friends.”

“Really why are you? Sounds like a waste of time.”

“Ha ha very funny.”

“No I mean who actually makes a list for their friends. You know who they are, isn’t that enough?”

“Well you would think so, but I am a little confused about who are really friends.”

“What difference does it makes. Friends are friends unless you want something.”

“What do you mean want something?”

“Friends tend to disappear when you ask them for things.”

“Then are they really friends?”

“Well do you define friendship in terms of what you get or what you give?”

“I never thought of it before, but I’ll have to say a little of both.”

“Now you’re talking. If you actually believe in give and take then I think you have a good idea of what friends are.”

“So what is the issue?”

“Not everyone believes the same way as you do.”

“What about you. Do you believe we are friends?”

“Yeah I believe we are close friends.”

“And you believe in give and take?”

“Sure I do.”

“Would you loan me twenty dollars?”

“What? And ruin a good friendship? “

The meaning of fight

A wonderful tribute to the spirit of America

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Boston Strong The Boston Marathon, aside from being the oldest marathon in the world, is also one of the most celebrated. It begins on Grove Street in Hopkinton and slinks across Ashley, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley, Newton and finally Brookline, before finishing up on Boylston Street. The twenty six miles and three hundred and eighty five yards is a living testimony to the spirit of a town whose muscular resume was indisputable long before a slogan rallied an entire nation.

The finish line is a ten minute cab ride from Logan; the airport out of which American Airlines flight 11 departed with Mohamed Atta and eighty seven innocent souls aboard on September 11th.

A couple hard scrabble towns separated by 218 miles and whose rivalries run the gamut- from political families to baseball allegiances- became united under the banner of a flag that will always matter more than the differences. Two proud cities…

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We’re gonna need a bigger VOTE!

If you haven’t voted yet. Please do.

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I learned last night that Yesterday Road is one of the twelve finalists in the literary category of Indie Author Land’s contest: The 50 Self-Published Books Worth Reading (2013/14). Now it’s time to vote for the winner in each category.

I need lots of help here, kids. There are a couple of formidable titles on the literary list, books that received many more nominations than mine did, but I think we can make a good showing if we each get just about everyone we know to vote. See, you get five votes in each category, and, diabolical fiend that I am, I’m assuming the counter sees each computer it tags with a cookie as a different person. So vote from home. Vote from work. Vote from your phone. Vote from your mom’s computer. We want an army of voters to put Yesterday Road over the top!

This is the page…

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Top Ten Things Not to Do at Opening Day of Baseball

 

Here is the 41st installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not to Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.

a opening day

 

Top Ten Things Not To Do When Attending the Opening Day of Baseball

10. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not dress like you would at the playoffs. If you do, at best, some Good Samaritan will loan you a coat. At worst, you might need to be treated for hypothermia, frostbite, or both.

9. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not sit in an uncovered seat even if you consider yourself a bleacher bum. If you do, at best you might just get rained on. At worst, you will get caught under a ton of snow or hailstones and will require rescue by the ski patrol.

8. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not start a fire to keep warm. If you do, at best you’ll be pressed by a bunch of strangers all trying to get warm as well. At worst, the league just might present you with an invoice for $100M to replace the stadium which burned to the ground before the end of the game.

7. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not think brandy will help keep away the cold. If you do, at best, you may only forget where you came in. At worst, you might see yourself on the nightly news being dragged off the field by several policemen while you yell “Hey ump, you blind?”

6. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not think you can hide from your boss since you told a fib about where you would be. If you do, at best your boss will be in the next row and you’ll have to spend the entire game hunkered down and quiet so you don’t get his attention. At worst, it will be your luck to be featured as the fan of the day on the nightly news which your boss never misses.

5. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not attend the game with anyone of the opposite sex without telling your significant other. If you do, at best you will run into a neighbor who will wonder who is with you which will remind you to text your significant other so there will be no unpleasant surprises when you get home. At worst, the giant gametron will catch you both sharing a laugh and will surround you with one of those annoying hearts demanding that you kiss which, if you do because you both indulged in the brandy of #7, will be featured on the nightly news your partner never misses.

4. When attending the opening day of baseball, as a company team building function, do not force everyone to join you in eating a bag of peanuts just because it is mentioned in the song. If you do, at best, you might have problems with co-workers at work the next day. At worst, you might be named in a class action suit by those who are grossly allergic to peanuts.

3. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not bring a mitt thinking you will catch a ball. If you do, at best, people will think you’ve lost your mind. At worst, you may be the subject of an intervention by family members concerned with your ability to grasp reality unless you actually catch a ball.

2. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not root against the home team. If you do, even if you like the visitors, at best you will have some grumpy people around you. At worst, you could find yourself wishing you had a warm towel to go with the ice cold beer on your head.

1. When attending the opening day of baseball, do not think the players can’t hear your insults from the stands. If you do, at best you might get a classic gesture from one of the players that implies you should be mated. At worst, you might encounter a phalanx of very big players in the parking lot all interested giving you a personal remembrance of the game in the form of a bruise.

Happy Birthday to My Favorite Dilettante!

It is Helena’s birthday. Wish her well and certainly try her books

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A little birdie (well, actually, a big birdie) told me that today is Helena Hann-Basquiat’s birthday!  And what better way to celebrate her birthday than by heading over to Amazon and picking up one or all of her recent publications:

Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One, available in both ebook and paperback.  I highly recommend the paperback.  The printed format is candy for the eyes.  If you are a fan of Helena’s blog (and how can you not be), then you will love having the adventures of Penny dammit, Countess of Arcadia and Helena all in one beautifully designed place.

Three Cigarettes, available as an ebook and only 99 cents.  By the way, I’ve read and reviewed Three Cigarettes and found it to be both thrilling and chilling.  Although Three Cigarettes was written by Jessica B. Bell, Helena was the editor.  More importantly, she is Jessica’s keeper and…

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Wednesday Story Day

a cell phone

 

Wednesday again. It came quick this week and we are happy it is here. In recognition of the day I try to write a story which has some deeper meaning than what is presented. I guess you have caught on to my little game by now. This weeks’s story is no exception and tells about a guy getting a call on his cell phone from someone he doesn’t know. I’m sure we all have had such call before. This one may be a little different. I have titled it The Call.

The Call by John W, Howell © 2014

“Yeah hello.”

“Who’s this?”

“Whattya mean who’s this, you called me.”

“I did? Huh must have butt dialed you.”

“In order to butt dial me you needed to have called me before and I don’t recognize your voice.”

“Yours sounds a little familiar, but I am having trouble believing who it is.”

“Alright if this is a crank call let’s just hang up.”

“No wait. I don’t think it is a crank call. Let me ask you something.”

“Make it quick I’m busy and I’m outside and the wind is picking up.”

“Okay okay. Your name is Frank right?”

“Now wait a minute. Who the hell is this?”

“You won’t believe me until I ask you another question.”

“Now you have my curiosity up. What’s the question?”

“You are standing on the corner of Main and Charles right?”

“Yes, yes I am. How do you know? Are you spying on me? If so why don’t you show yourself.”

“No I’m not spying. Damn you are hard-headed.”

“Oh so let’s get to name calling now. I’m hanging up.”

“No don’t do it. Would it surprise you to know I am also standing at Main and Charles?”

“W-What? There is no one here but me.”

“And me.”

“Where?”

“What year is this?”

“Who cares?. You are pissing me off.”

“Just tell me the year.”

“ It’s 2014. Why”

“I thought so. I am here at Main and Charles and it is 2016”

“2016. Now you are sounding nuts.”

“Oh yeah? Try this. You’re Frank. You work at the Savings and Loan. You are not married and live in a one bedroom apartment. You keep cash in your underwear drawer and you haven’t been with a female for two years.”

How did you know all that?”

“I’m you two years from now that’s how.”

“I gotta sit down. You sure about this?”

“I knew it the minute we started talking.”

“How did this happen?”

“I’m not sure, but do me a favor.”

“Yeah what is it?”

“Look both ways when you cross the street from now on. Bye Frank.”

“Wait. Stock prices . . . let me ask you about stock prices. Hello . . .hello?”