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September 3, 2009
Face-Lift 670

Guess the Plot
Whiz-Bang Fantastic
1. Dashiell Colourful is an extraordinary gentleman: charming, refined, affable, a sharp dresser . . . in a word, whiz-bang fantastic. Yet he's bored with his life--until he finally meets someone who's neither whiz-bang nor fantastic. Also, a talking fox.
2. Egbert Ostlethwaite's Family Fireworks Company has been failing for years. Now it's on the verge of bankruptcy, and everything hinges on whether Egbert's sons, Toby and Trevor, can rediscover the secret recipe
Published on September 03, 2009 06:11
Cartoon 463
Published on September 03, 2009 04:07
September 2, 2009
Writing Exercise

The day may come when you must speak to a group of people about Evil Editor. Perhaps you'll be asked to introduce him as the keynote speaker at a writing conference. Perhaps you'll be giving his eulogy. If I were you I'd put something together now instead of waiting till the last minute.
300 words max.
Deadline Sunday, 10 AM eastern.
Published on September 02, 2009 10:52
New Beginning 680
Listen to me.
I jogged onto Main Street, into the chaos of ordinary life and away from the silent, empty suburbs. A yellow taxi blared its horn.
Listen to me.
I hummed a tune. Its name, its lyrics, its notes didn't matter; all that mattered was the vibration in my throat and jawbone and ears. Some friends waved me over to where they sat outside a café, and I joined their circle. I swished tea through my teeth, laughed at clever jokes, and talked about nothing for upwards of an hour. A pigeon landed
I jogged onto Main Street, into the chaos of ordinary life and away from the silent, empty suburbs. A yellow taxi blared its horn.
Listen to me.
I hummed a tune. Its name, its lyrics, its notes didn't matter; all that mattered was the vibration in my throat and jawbone and ears. Some friends waved me over to where they sat outside a café, and I joined their circle. I swished tea through my teeth, laughed at clever jokes, and talked about nothing for upwards of an hour. A pigeon landed
Published on September 02, 2009 06:28
Cartoon 462
Published on September 02, 2009 04:00
September 1, 2009
Face-Lift 669

Guess the Plot
Love Ya Mouse
1. Improve your computer's performance through romance! This handy manual will show you how to smooch your monitor, seduce your motherboard, and of course . . . love ya mouse.
2. In a Disney World restaurant Dave witnesses a customer's complaint that the chicken hasn't appeared, by which he means Donald Duck isn't on the scene. Realizing something should be done about ignorant and obnoxious theme park patrons, Dave complains to Mickey Mouse. But Mickey just calls him a
Published on September 01, 2009 07:06
Cartoon 461
Published on September 01, 2009 04:00
August 31, 2009
Q & A 173
I foolishly submitted a short story to a magazine I'd never read. Their description of what they wanted sounded like a match, but when I later found a copy of the magazine I realized that I'd misinterpreted the guidelines. I didn't like their stories and I doubt that they'd like mine. They take over 6 months to respond to submissions. I've just found another magazine where my story might fit better. Can I write to the first magazine and withdraw my story without getting put on a magazine ed
Published on August 31, 2009 11:55
Success Story

D Jason Cooper, author of numerous openings, several of which have been made into Evil Editor Films, reports: Ruthless Peoples Magazine has published my flash fiction, "Zombie Consciousness". It's free to download.
I'm sure the muttonchopped editor whose brains get eaten isn't based on anyone in particular.
Published on August 31, 2009 08:01
New Beginning 679
July 1304
Bishop Lamberton grasped his squire by a shoulder, pushing him toward the open doors at the end of the long, high-arched hall. James twisted out of Lamberton's grasp and whirled to face him. A youth of sixteen, dark-eyed and slender as a knife, James flushed with anger.
"I won't swear fealty to him."
Lamberton sighed. For an obedient lad, James was being amazingly difficult. "James, do you want your lands back? Your father's title?"
James drew himself up. "You know I do. I must have them."
Bishop Lamberton grasped his squire by a shoulder, pushing him toward the open doors at the end of the long, high-arched hall. James twisted out of Lamberton's grasp and whirled to face him. A youth of sixteen, dark-eyed and slender as a knife, James flushed with anger.
"I won't swear fealty to him."
Lamberton sighed. For an obedient lad, James was being amazingly difficult. "James, do you want your lands back? Your father's title?"
James drew himself up. "You know I do. I must have them."
Published on August 31, 2009 06:20
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