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A History Lesson

[image error] Image from Strange Day Duluth on Instagram

This is day four in the #writingsprintchallenge offered by @tuftin.reads on Instagram. Today’s prompt is the image above. You should check out the account, Strange Day Duluth for some surreal posts. My entry is called A History Lesson. Read and see why.

“Class,” the teacher spoke with authority, “I’d like you to welcome our guest, renowned author, Mr. Huff. He is not only the author of some of your favorite books, but he was also a history teacher ...

Rock Star

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Today’s prompt was a musical one. Warsaw by Dessa. I listened to it several times and decided to address the prompt from the perspective of a rock star. For those who are new, this is Day 3 in the #writingsprintchallenge issued by @tuftin.reads on Instagram. Below is my take on this one.

I’m standing backstage, just behind the curtain.

Onstage the opening act is hitting their final number. The crowd is whipped up into a frenzy. The band eats it up. They...

Never Grow Old

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Grandparents are those warm, caring old folks that spoil their grandchildren with candy and overnight stays where you can do whatever you want. That is, most grandparents, but not mine. My grandparents were a darker sort. Granny, as we called her, was one tough, hard-working woman who chain-smoked and cussed like a sailor. She was kind enough to us, but never had a nice word for Gramps. But then, who would?

Gramps is a drunken sob—not a pleasant drunk, ...

A Tiger is Set Loose

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Herman stood at the dining room window, a glass of bourbon in his left hand, his fifth for the evening. Work was taxing lately, what with tax season in full swing. As a CPA, he worked long hours trying to jam as many returns into one day as he possibly could. The tedium threatened to overwhelm him, thus the bourbon.

Nancy, his wife, still puttered about the kitchen, tidying up after a late dinner, and already planning for their company on Saturday, ...

Diva

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A ditsy, dizzy diva diving

Underneath the bed,

Looking for some place to hide

Her all-too-well-known head

O’ it wouldn’t do to be found

Playing cards here in The Hague

Gambling-a-bermuda

And strip poker with the page.

It had started oh so innocent,

A conversation with the Queen;

First one drink, then another,

Then another, ‘til she’d leaned

Just a wee bit too hard

Against the royal person’s side

Who promptly fell from off the ...