spacedlaw: (Default)
( Dec. 31st, 2012 07:36 am)

The end of the year is coming with a little clean up.
Which means I found this twitter story, published by 7x20, which I forgot to tell about.

Wishing you the best of year's end.
Beware crackers and flying corks. If the going gets too wild, you can always do as Ansia does:

The best place to be

spacedlaw: (Default)
( Oct. 31st, 2012 01:13 pm)
Do try and not eat too much candy!

A (Halloween) Twitter of mine has just been published by 7x20. Check it out HERE
This is my contribution to All Hallow's Read.

The office spooks
Somehow time is slipping out of my hands again - I do believe it was just passing, embarassed and not having meant to be there at all in the first place - and blogs aren't being written anymore.

I should tell you about hazelnut milk (a summer addiction).
I should tell you about a visit to Santa Cecilia or to the American Academy of Rome.
I should.
I probably will.

In the meantime, I am just swatting flies away )

Rainy sky
spacedlaw: (Default)
( Oct. 31st, 2011 05:53 am)
I thought I'd give you a little Halloween-ish story...
Dust bunnies, anyone? )

Meanwhile, I have been mauled by a little geriatric ghoul:

She might be an old little thing but her teeth are still strong
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( Oct. 14th, 2011 08:54 pm)
My story "House Spirits", written for the present Night Garden Project challenge has just been posted THERE.

To recap: The Night Garden Project is there to support Great Lakes Bengal Rescue.


That's Magic, the poster (and mug) Bengal kitty. He's huge and cute. His dad was an Asian Leopard, which makes him a special Bengal.
The poor kitty has been much abused before finally finding his forever home, peace, and love at my friend Lorraine's place.

She was young and foolish. Or maybe just suicidal, in the throes of a cruel teen age. The fact remains that, although my husband did all he could to avoid her, she ran into his car. That is that my friends: she turned around and slammed into metal with a dull “bang”; all the better to hide the noise of her young and foolish neck snapping off in the act.

He came back to the car, carrying her body in one hand. She was that young, all feet and feathers, barely a pheasant. We gave her an undignified body bag – a plastic pouch from a nearby supermarket - plotting about doing away with the evidence already.

Fowl pie? Pâté chasseur? Meatballs?
But she was too small and most of us were Italians so it had to be just pappardelle in the end.

Why yes, it is a recipe... And a story. )

spacedlaw: (Default)
( May. 25th, 2010 09:24 pm)
Take real facts.
Add a pinch of WTF
Shake, not stir.
Divide by 140.

Hey, a twitter story! )

That's one of the facts:

They keep the graves chained shut
spacedlaw: (Default)
( Aug. 22nd, 2009 07:23 pm)
When micro blogging is not a challenge anymore, you can try MACRO micro blogging instead.
Like Woofer. Not 140 characters maximum but 1400 characters MINIMUM.
I just posted my story "Xoc" there for a lark.
You might just want to play with this (provided you have a Twitter account to start with, of course).
What with all the distortions from mini to micro to macro I might need bi- or trifocals soon.
Many thanks for pointing out the toy, Mr. Gibson...

This calls for a picture...
Something extra large.



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