And Life Moves On…

Now listen hear, all you pantie bunchers!

Before you go off and get your britches all in a – well – whatever it is you get them into, understand this. While I do, as a normal habit, seek inspiration from real life for my writing, the following 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups tale is (mostly) fictional.

I couldn’t previously do so, due to its PG rating, but I’ve been wanting to partake in this challenge for quite some time, and finally decided this week to refrain from swears, in order to give ‘er a go. I hope I didn’t screw it up.

Please let me know what you think!


• And Life Moves On… •

 She’s working topless shots now, you know.


Yeah. “Artistic photos” she calls ‘em.

More like porn?

Mmmm… Soft-core maybe.


Ain’t ya upset?

Not my concern anymore. She told me my place, and it sure as hell wasn’t with her.

I did love her, you know.


And now?

Not really. N’damned if that don’t hurt more than the gut-punch of her telling me our “love story” was over. Just seems a never-ending gush of new hurt, heaped on toppa hurt already there.

But I shoulda known, there’s always a sting in the tale.


Hey. Did you know? Romanian for “amen” is “amin?”




Click right here to hear the non-PG rating song I wanted to use for this post, or simply enjoy Bobby’s take below. Or both.


Endless Summer Of The Damned

The very moment I saw today’s Friday Fictioneers prompt picture, I was instantly reminded of one of my favorite albums from one of my favorite bands – “Swing The Heartache” by Bauhaus (to those of you not already “in the know'” click on the album title above in order to find out why).

As a result, I decided to do something Fictioneerary that I hadn’t done since around the time I was in the 8th grade, and I created a post using as many Bauhaus song titles as possible. These are italicized for your reference, and including the post title and accompanying song prompt, I was able to squeak 19 of them into today’s submission. As always, I hope you enjoy.

copyright - Jennifer Pendergast

copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

“Oh Harry, I’ll never make it. There’s no hope.”

“Yes you will, we need to catch up with the boys. It’s all we ever wanted, let’s move on.

“No, I’ll just stay here in this dive, m’dear.”

“No mother, you can’t. Remember, Satori’s directly behind us. It’s only a matter of time before he overcomes us with his poison pen.”

“But darling, I’ve no adrenalin, I feel like a muscle in plastic. I simply can’t move through these crowds.”

“You HAVE TO. It’s almost night time. We won’t be safe unless we’re in the flat field by then.”

“But… I don’t want to be safe anymore. Kingdom’s coming, and I’d rather be an exquisite corpse, than continue to live in fear of fear.”

Burning from the inside, her sudden assertion hit me like a kick in the eye.


Side note: if you could, please visit my post from yesterday, as it pertains to a cause I feel very strongly about, and any support you could provide would be deeply appreciated. Now, here’s Peter, Daniel, Kevin and David – the unwitting baby daddies to Gothic rock, doing what they did best: