Quote of the Week

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Without heroes we are all plain people, and don't know how far we can go. 

- Bernard Malamud

What is a hero?  A hero is defined as one who shows great courage, one who is admired for their brave deeds and noble qualities.  

Who do we think of as heroes?  A hero is someone who saves a child or rescues a kitten.  A hero is someone who fights for what is right in a war others don't support.  A hero is someone who doesn't run when he is afraid.  

At any given time, circumstances can make a hero out of anyone. We are all plain, ordinary people until life tosses us the reins and says, "Here, you drive".

Different Views

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Said Tall to Small, “I envy you. No one is asking how’s the view? No remarks about basketball, and can you get that for me, Mr. Tall?”

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Said Small to Tall, “It’s the reverse for me. Hello down there, and names like Shrimp and Shorty. I still can’t eat shrimp - not cocktail or scampi.”

Written for Flash Friday 55

Quote of the Week

Another quote from an unknown author.  This relates back to last week's quote.  We may not be able to change our past, but we can make amends if need be, and move on.  Too many times we find ourselves living in the past.  We need to be in the here and now.  That is the only way we can "dream our future".

Dead Men Talking

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It is about midnight on All Hallows Eve...we hear Artie telling about how he came to be...

"Dead, I tell you, I'm dead, deceased, departed life, moved on.  Well, not exactly moved on.  You wanna know why I haven't moved on?  I'll tell ya why.  I was killed, offed, whacked, 86'd, took a swim in cement shoes.  You know...MURDERED!"

"How", asked the man on the next stool?

"OK, here's how it went down.  I was taking my share of our "business" profits, and Louie, my "associate", said I was stealing, that I was taking more than my share.  Now, I'm out there busting my chops, taking all the chances, cleaning things up, and I only get 30%.  I just took what I had coming to me, and he said "oh yeah, well now you're really gonna get what's coming to ya."

The kicker is that when he said he needed to discuss a little problem we were having, I thought he'd found out about Claire and me...Claire is his old lady.  I opened my big mouth to deny the affair, and he said, "Artie, Artie, Artie, I wouldn't kill you for that.  Now, stealing from me...that's different.  So he pulls out his 45 and bang, lights out.  He dumps my body into a ravine, where I was torn to shreds by wild animals.  My sister couldn't even identify my body."

Now Artie looks at the guy who had been quietly listening to his story.  "So what's your deal?"

"The name's Sam, and I'm dead, too." came the hoarse reply.

"Yeah?  How'd you go?"

"I was poisoned by my wife for cheating on her with Gina, my cousin's wife, and then strangled by my cousin for the same offense.  Who could blame me?  She was quite the little firecracker."

"Sam, your Gina..she have flaming red hair...sea green eyes?'"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's a good thing you're already dead, or I'd kill you myself.  She's my sister."

"Hey, sorry man!  I've got a sister, too.  Uh oh, it's almost dawn, I'd better be getting back to my grave.  Til next year..."


A work of fiction for Magpie Tales.

A New Season

Around us leaves begin to fall
Paying heed to winter's call
Shades of gold and red and green
Play their parts in nature's scene.

Another season draws to a close
Captured elegantly in poem or prose
And puts a smile upon our face
As each new season we embrace

Written for One Shot Wednesday