That was lucky We knew the young mare would buck. ‘Feeling her oats’ dad said as he managed to get the bridle on her and tied her to the stockyard rail. She sweated, wild eyed, and restlessly paced back and forth as far as the reins allowed. Not much oats

IN THE DRINK 460 WORDS The race was scheduled well ahead. Ten boats were taking part. All the regular crews signed on with some rookies keen to start. Skippers knew this race would test both boats and sailing skill A grudge match for Norm on Reckless, and Charlie on Annie

Theme: Close Call Genre: story Title: Three, two, one. I read somewhere that it takes courage in the face of adversity to continue. Maybe the time had come. After all what did I have to lose. My life was already in tatters, a torrent of despair. I knew the conversation

But officer, I live here. No, I’m not Australian. I was walking because I don’t go to the gym. It’s stupid, going to the gym. I didn’t mean to be rude. Sorry. My work clothes. I need them for work. When I get to my office. I have a shower.

Well, Yoga was like jam: yesterday & tomorrow but not today. What a run around I created for myself. At my previous yoga class, the powers that be deemed my single-bed foam mattress dangerous because I might slip, cause an accident. Don’t forget Insurance and litigation are very, very expensive. So,

  Words rained feelings of satisfaction from the clouds of internet talk; through Email message. The consensus agreed all had been achieved and the family mother was in a better place now, watched over in a nursing home. A brother from the middle ranks of the rather large family busied

Me woman, me Trace Right as rain Tracks for me train Porn for me brain Sparks me grain. Cool! Ain’t no fool Digs gang rule Makes dopes drool Hustles at pool Then! Jiggers, me main man, me bro Don’t do no snow Flogs good blow Stiffed a cop O…vernight Dumb

We prayed for rain Gentle soaking rain to end the drought Rivulets to trickle gently along cattle pads filling boggy hoofmarks at the dam’s edge diluting then the stagnant boggy sludge We prayed for rain To soak into the cracked black earth, gently bringing life to barren plains. Filling deep

The sky was black The rain came down The rivers turned a muddy brown. The lightning struck The dark sky sizzled The power went out and I just frizzled. Not to worry, I’ll be right. The gutters filled The dams, they burst Roads washed away and cars submersed. The yard