Wednesday – Mid Week Story Day

 

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Wednesday is upon us again and time for a story. Please tell me if this Wednesday thing is too routinized cause if it is, I sure don’t want to keep busting my hump (heh heh worked it in)  on the day to create something you don’t like. After all this blog is not for me . . . hold on. Wait this blog is for me. What am I saying? I have been reading too much about how to write an interesting blog. I’m starting to get sensitive to what I think y’all would like to see. STUFF THAT. I need to tell a story about a sensitive man in an insensitive world and that’s what I’m going to do. The title is “Hey You” I really do hope you like it.

Hey You by John W Howell © 2014

“Hey you. Where you going?”

“I was just going to get a bite to eat.”

“You can’t leave the room. Your number hasn’t been called.”

“Yeah, but I’m really hungry. I haven’t had a thing to eat all day.”

“Well that is your problem you were told to bring a lunch.”

“Yes I know, but you see my wife is in the hospital and I went to see her this morning and didn’t have time to grab a lunch.”

“Still not my problem chief. Now go sit down before I need to call someone.”

“She’s very sick and I have a couple of kids that need to be cared for as well.”

“Sure we all have kids. I will ask you to sit one more time before I call security.”

“Okay I am sitting. No need to get anyone else in here.”

“So where is your wife?”

“She is in Mercy hospital. She came down with the flu and then it got worse.”

“That’s not good. Where are the kids?”

“We have a sitter who comes in.”

“Well that’s good. At least they are not alone. What is your number anyway?”

“Uh, let me get it. Here it is, number sixty-five.”

“Oh man. They are only on twenty-one. You have quite a wait. Tell you what. You go grab some lunch and promise me you’ll be back in a half hour.”

“Oh sir that is so nice of you.”

“Yeah well, don’t mention it and don’t tell anybody.”

“Okay I will just slip out.”

“Go ahead.”

“Hey where is that guy going?

“He needs to go see a sick wife. What’s it to you?”

“Well I know he is number sixty-five and I am sixty-six. If he doesn’t come back then my number will be up when possibly I wouldn’t have been served today.”

“Yeah so?”

“I know this euthanasia for science research thing is voluntary and the money is good, but I don’t think I am ready to go through with it.”

“Shoulda thought of that before you signed the contract. Now go sit down.”

 

Top Ten Things Not to Do When Playing Sports with Friends

Here is the 39th 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.

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Top Ten Things Not to do When Bowling, Golfing, Playing Tennis or Eight Ball with Friends

10. When playing sports with friends, do not laugh at a missed shot. If you do, at best, they may laugh at you in turn. At worst, you may be wearing an imbedded racket, club or bowling ball on your trip to the hospital.

9. When playing sports with friends, do not play doubles with your spouse as a partner. If you do, at best, you will have a small argument about the missed shot. At worst, you might just end up asking your friends for a marriage counselor recommendation before the game is over.

8. When playing sports with friends, do not try to adjust the score to make your team look better. If you do, at best, you will get caught and look foolish. At worst, you may just win as a result of cheating and will need to atone for your indiscretion someday.

7. When playing sports with friends, do not try to avoid paying your fair share of the expenses. If you do, at best, you will be eventually found out and will have to pay anyway. At worst, your friend s will figure out a way to stick you with a bill someday which will require a bank loan to cover.

6. When playing sports with friend, do not purposefully try to outspend them on equipment and clothing. If you do, at best, your play quality will need to match your clothing and equipment price. At worst, your friends will come to some conclusion about your self-esteem which may or may not be accurate.

5. When playing sports with friends, do not drink too much alcohol especially if you are playing mixed doubles. If you become over-served, at best, you may be the cause for the loss of the game. At worst, you may just lose all inhibitions and decide to tell your friends and spouse what you really think of their playing ability, which will make for a quiet ride home and bad morning after.

4. When playing sports with friends, do not come up with the idea to put money on the game. If you do, at best, you will only win a few dollars. At worst, you may lose a few friends.

3. When playing sports with friends, do not set yourself up as the rule cop. If you do, at best, everyone will get tired of your reminders. At worst, you may find yourself gagged and tied up on the twelfth green with a note to the grounds keeper to let you go if you promise not to say anything more about rules.

2. When playing sports with friends, do not be the one who decides which game to play. If you do, at best, you will be blamed if the events turn out badly. At worst, you might be forced into a role of peace keeper since everyone will assume the thing went badly because you suggested it.

1. When playing sports with friends, try to remember the purpose of the game is to have fun. If you don’t, at best, you will be miserable. At worst, all those around you will be miserable as well and may not want to play with you anymore.

Book Review: A Pleasantly Different Kind of Thriller

Really well done and thoughtful review of My GRL by Marie Ann Bailey.

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John W. Howell’s new novel, My GRL, is a pleasantly different kind of thriller.  The hero, John D. Cannon, lacks a few of the standard hero qualities that you might expect in a thriller novel.  He doesn’t seek out danger.  In fact, at one point, danger has  to literally run him off the road and onto the beach to get his attention.  Cannon is somewhat naive as well, especially when it comes to women.  He takes them at face value, trusting them in spite of all the red flags they wave in his face.  [Ahem, Mr. Cannon, when a woman tells you she had great fun infiltrating another company while pretending to be someone else, in effect, SPYING, you might want to put your trust in her on hold for a bit.]  Cannon is also one of the most polite, respectful, and well-adjusted heroes I’ve ever met, and he’s…

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Come to Letum Wood… Brand new release by Katie Cross

Here is a cleaver announcement of Katie Cross’ new release Miss Mabel’s School for Girls by Olivia Stocum author of Moon Stone. While you are at it you could pick up both (the books that is) All the info you need is in the post.

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The absolutely awesome Katie cross has released her first novel, a YA fantasy, Miss Mabel’s School for Girls.

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<BEEP> THIS HAS BEEN A TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM. IF THIS HAD BEEN AN ACTUAL EMERGENCY, YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN TOLD TO HEAD DIRECTLY TO AMAZON TO BUY MISS MABEL’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS>

Oh, go over there and buy it anyway!

It’s not like it’s the Zombie Apocalypse and you don’t have time to read because your too busy trying to stay alive. (or dead as the case may be)

Here’s what it looks like. So, you don’t mistake it for something else. (You know, something not nearly as cool that might disappoint you, then causing you to write your first ever one star review, that then has the author calling the police and having a restraining order put out against you. I mean, you wouldn’t want THAT, now would you?)

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Friday, Friday, Friday Woo Woo *slap* – Ahem Haiku Time.

 

Making it to the end of the workweek doesn’t necessarily mean we can totally forget our jobs over the weekend. Imagine if you will (Rod Serling visual here) the prospect of having to re-learn everything you knew last Friday when you return to work on Monday. Also think of the pain of learning how some of your job sucks all over again as well. This week’s Haiku looks at the idea of completely forgetting ones work over the weekend.

Where Am I by John W. Howell© 2014

Out of bed Monday,

Can’t remember what I do . . .

Hope I’m a doctor.

Have a great weekend

Look Out it is Wednesday – Story Day

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Wednesday is as Wednesday Does which is basically the job to provide hope the week will eventually reach Friday. Once Wednesday is over, it is just one wake-up till Friday which we all believe we can endure. After all, what is one twenty-four hour day between the workweek and our precious weekend? Wednesday is also story day here on Fiction Favorites. Today’s story explores the concept of show time which is something we all have some concern about during the week if we plan on attending an event on the weekend.  I hope you enjoy it.

Show Time by John W. Howell © 2014

“What time did you say the show starts?”

“Not sure I said, but it is eight o’clock.”

“Oh good. That gives us some time to grab a bite to eat before.”

“Well I’m not sure you should eat before.”

“Not eat before? Are you kidding? Eight o’clock is way past my dinner time.”

“Yeah I understand, but sometimes you should try to break out of your routine and do something different.”

“What do you mean routine?”

“Well you insist on eating dinner at six-thirty. I would think just this once you could wait a little longer since the show is part of the dinner hour.”

“Are you saying they will be serving dinner at the show?”

“Well not exactly serving dinner, but some dinner might be available.”

“What are you saying then?”

“Well we will be going out into the coliseum right?”

“Yeah I understand that.”

“Who else do you think will be going out into the coliseum?”

“I don’t really know.”

“You don’t?  I am really surprised. Have you never been to the coliseum before?”

“No this is my first time.”

“Well you will enjoy it then. They send a bunch of humans out onto the coliseum floor with us.”

“What do they do that for?”

“Ah you are going to like this part. We get to eat them.”

“Really. Now I’m interested. You mean we just help ourselves?”

“Sometimes they have guys with swords, so the meal is a little harder to come by. Other times the people have no weapons and it is a cake walk.”

“I see now why you said not to worry about dinner. Count me into the out of routine category. What is the name of the show anyway?”

“Romans versus the Lions or is it Lions versus the Romans? I’m not sure. It’s something like that.”

Let’s make a deal — Yesterday Road is on sale!

Here is a deal on a great book

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I thought I’d tip off readers of the blog to a promotion that I’m running through April 7. Officially it starts on 4/1, with a listing on Ereader News Today and a few other daily lists, but I wanted all y’all to have a crack at it sooner than later — if you haven’t already bought the book, that is.

Grab it at Amazon here.

The other retail outlets are listed here, but I’m not sure when the price cut will appear at each of them. Amazon is already live.

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Top Ten Things Not to Do When Choosing to Adopt a Pet

Here is the 38th 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.

 

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Top Ten Things Not To Do When Choosing To Adopt a Pet

10.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not go to the animal shelter without your significant other to help you make a decision.  If you do go without your significant other, at best your significant other will forgive you for bringing home a cat with an ear-piercing howl and buy you both a lifetime supply of earplugs so you can at least sleep through the night.  At worst, your significant other may start talking about the need to “see other people, particularly people without cats.”

9. When choosing to adopt a pet, do not assume that just because Newfoundland puppies are cute and a perfect size for cuddling, that they will always be a perfect size for cuddling.  At best, you may learn to not mind when you get pushed off the bed when your grown-up, 130-pound Newfoundland stretches out next to you.  At worst, you may have to design a harness and pulley system to get your grown-up, 130-pound Newfoundland off your lap.

8.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not think just because the ferrets at the pet store were all asleep during your visit the one you picked will spend most of its time sacked out.  At best, you won’t mind playing daily games of hide-and-seek as your ferret playmate finds new places to hide in your home.  At worst, you may find those new places to hide involve the ferret eating holes in your upholstery causing you to buy a new suite of living room furniture every week.

7.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not think that your regular vacuum cleaner will suffice for cleaning up the hair shed by the white Himalayan cat you desire.  At best, you will be properly advised, causing you to purchase a top-of-the-line model.  At worst, you may have to learn to live with having your brown velour furniture look like it has been blanketed with snow.

6.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not think bringing home a python will do much to improve your social life.  At best, you and the animal control officer who was called out to your house after your neighbors complained may fall in love and together you will find a proper home for the python.  At worst, you may be confronted by a mob of your neighbors after your python repeatedly escapes and the small animals in your neighborhood disappear.

5.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not think that cats are more hygienic than dogs.  While generally that may be true, at best, you may find  your new cat poops outside its litter box only when you provide food it doesn’t like (and thereby quickly training you to give it what it wants when it wants it).  At worst, your cat may eventually eschew the litter box altogether causing you to invest heavily in wee-wee pads and kitty diapers and daily meditations of “Fluffy is a good kitty. Fluffy is a good kitty.”

4.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not assume that little Fido’s incessant yipping is something he will simply outgrow.  At best, you may wind up deciding at least you no longer need a security system for your home since Fido emits a series of high-pitched yips at every movement behind your door or window.  At worst, you may invest in a series of expensive sessions to train Fido not to yip only to learn that Fido is as Fido does—YIP!

3.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not assume simply training your German Shepherd Gunther to obey commands gets you a pass at keeping your dog on a lease in public places.  At best, joggers will quickly learn to stop running when they see Gunther so he will not chase them as you call in vain for Gunther to “Heel!”  At worst, the next jogger whose crotch Gunther sticks his nose into will be an employee of the police force who will be more than happy to write-up a series of citations against you and to confiscate Gunther for conscription into the police dog unit.

2.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not assume fish would be a good choice if you live in an apartment where pets are not allowed.  At best, your landlord never visits your apartment and you manage to keep your relationship with George, your oscar cichlid, a secret.  At worst, your landlord may catch you in the elevator with the new aquarium for George which you had to buy because he doubled in size, and your  landlord doesn’t buy the story that you plan to use the aquarium for a sitz bath.

1.  When choosing to adopt a pet, do not think you will be able to stop at just one.  At best, you may learn to accept the fact that animals will gravitate toward a warm heart and a safe home, meaning you and yours.  At worst, you will find yourself having to make accommodations for your pets in your will since as you get older, your willingness to rescue abandoned animals has grown greater.

Heaven Help Us it is Really Friday

 

Friday

Thanks be to our lucky stars; we made it. Only eight more hours before we can break the binds that tie us to our money machine and run headlong into the ethereal bliss that is the weekend. We can be free, to be, who we want to be. (Whoa wait a minute. This is getting out of hand and sounds like a Coke or US Army commercial)

It is always good to hit the last day of the week and know we have fought the good fight and have given it our best shot. We need to take a minute and reward ourselves if for nothing else than actually making it through the week.

Here is the Haiku celebrating our fortitude during the work week.

Guts by John W. Howell ©2014

All week we stood tall,

Crouching in the perfect spot . . .

To avoid arrows.

Have a great weekend