Laura Libricz's Blog, page 16
October 28, 2016
My Top-Ten List of Great Movies #film

October 22, 2016
Guitar Solos #electricguitar

The Creator rested on the seventh day. On the eighth day, he woke up and heard the angels he’d created on the fifth day to keep him company playing on their harps.“Listen guys, this just won’t do. You can’t expect people to want to get into Heaven when they realize they’ll have to listen to that all day.”
So, on that eighth day, the Creator invented the electric guitar.
I love guitar solos. And top ten lists. So what better way to end the week than with a top ten list of guitar solo...
October 18, 2016
Greetings from the Chaos Kitchen #ambaking

Beat the winter blahs with bread baking.
Yeast dough smells yummy when it’s rising, kneading dough is a fun way to let off some steam and you get to punch the daylights out of something!
But isn’t bread baking hard? No, not at all. All you need is yeast, flour, water and salt.
First, skim some sort of recipe. Just look one up on the internet. I found a vegan recipe, just follow the link up the...
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Headless #mondayblogs #electricguitar

October 8, 2016
Interview with #historical novelist Laura Libricz
Welcome to my blog Laura. Please, tell us a little about yourself as writer and as person.
I can go on for hours and hours when I’m writing about a character and spilling all of their secrets. But when it comes to writing about myself, I am reluctant. The traits that make me a writer are those same traits that have given me problems over the years; problems with relationships, in the workplace and general miscontent. I have been blessed with, or cursed with, an inquisi...
October 3, 2016
#FlashFiction #MondayBlogs 2 minute read
September 29, 2016
“Ein Bier, bitte!” #germanhistory

September 22, 2016
Alien Virus #scifi #flashfiction

Leche stretched his legs and climbed out of the reclining wagon. He adjusted his black kerchief and pulled a lump of white fur from under his black leather collar. Damn shedding fur. He scratched the lump from his paw, stomped it into the sandy ground and tethered his horse Cocoa to the wooden post. Cocoa stomped her black hoof in the sand and tossed her black mane. Leche nodded to the young, grey greeter-bitch wearing a blue smock by the entrance way. He st...
September 18, 2016
April Gray-A Short Story #mondayblogs

“Please take your children and go to that room over there,” the passport controller said. “Officer!” he shouted to a uniformed guard standing by a sign reading “Immigrations Detention Office.” The guard waved me towards the door as he opened it. “This must be some mistake; I’m an American!” I said. “My father’s waiting out there for me.” I tried to swing the overstuffed diaper bag over my shoulder. It slid down my arm, almost hitting my boy. I grabbed both children by the...
September 16, 2016
When Was Your Last #FirstAid Training?
