tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post1735046035862830213..comments2024-03-24T11:17:10.498-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 Minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-91428611122488492302014-06-08T08:11:01.630-07:002014-06-08T08:11:01.630-07:00Thanks, Dave and JD. I appreciate your comments. Thanks, Dave and JD. I appreciate your comments. Salvatore Buttacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17477098872186908154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-36537647399088912552014-06-07T10:42:50.283-07:002014-06-07T10:42:50.283-07:00I agree 100% with David. Like being dropped into t...I agree 100% with David. Like being dropped into the pages of a novel you can't stop reading.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-67311335251312528802014-06-07T08:00:57.707-07:002014-06-07T08:00:57.707-07:00This feels like the seed of a vast, sweeping, dyst...This feels like the seed of a vast, sweeping, dystopian novel. Every word matters.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-91802014324350393362014-06-07T07:23:32.205-07:002014-06-07T07:23:32.205-07:00It was the date I'll always remember, perhaps ...It was the date I'll always remember, perhaps more readily than my birthday. The family's disgrace. The cause of our banishment from the Free City, a misnomer if ever there was one. The loss of all we had amassed over the years, confiscated by the Oligarks who allowed no elbow room for sidestepping their laws. My grandparents unabashedly held hands as they stood in their pajamas before a firing squad of Oliguards with laserzappers afire. Why couldn't they obey? Why did they lie there in bed committing one of the paramount crimes the Oligarks dubbed "a near occasion of sin"? When serfs of Baltiless questioned us of our grandparents' crime we lied and said, "Murder." It was much easier than telling the truth. They were cuddling in their bed! Grandma in Grandpa's bony arms! Heartbeat to heartbeat. Love words remembered from murky memories of a long-ago romance before the hatcheries, before civility, before the Oligarks pronounced love a taboo forever. And what did Grandpa offer in his defense? "Nobody cuddles anymore."Salvatore Buttacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17477098872186908154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-7937949222221864712014-06-07T01:25:26.724-07:002014-06-07T01:25:26.724-07:00Just awesome, David. You're a true master of w...Just awesome, David. You're a true master of words.Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-92077108852413936832014-06-06T22:23:55.128-07:002014-06-06T22:23:55.128-07:00hahahahaha!hahahahaha!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-78859849445525644522014-06-06T21:31:46.076-07:002014-06-06T21:31:46.076-07:00This is a great piece, D. I was gonna call bullshi...This is a great piece, D. I was gonna call bullshit on the 2 minutes until I got to the dust motes. Now, I believe. ;)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-24436855686967079272014-06-06T21:30:09.960-07:002014-06-06T21:30:09.960-07:00I thought you were talking about an invasion of hi...I thought you were talking about an invasion of hipsters. ;)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-46518285523651672092014-06-06T20:59:32.996-07:002014-06-06T20:59:32.996-07:00Hey, just glad anyone reads it. And thanks, Ed. Th...Hey, just glad anyone reads it. And thanks, Ed. Them's some kind words, sir.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-32947432852985931292014-06-06T20:58:18.453-07:002014-06-06T20:58:18.453-07:00Ha ha! I was all, JT's gonna start writing hor...Ha ha! I was all, JT's gonna start writing horror stories, then I got to the end. Okay, then, comedy horror! ;)David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-3237097432539827322014-06-06T20:56:44.517-07:002014-06-06T20:56:44.517-07:00Wow, stoic resignation or what? Good stuff.Wow, stoic resignation or what? Good stuff.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-81112667901824032972014-06-06T20:55:41.521-07:002014-06-06T20:55:41.521-07:00Ouch. Not what I was expecting. A true, bona fide ...Ouch. Not what I was expecting. A true, bona fide short story in under 150 words!David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-38781059908949625782014-06-06T20:54:34.850-07:002014-06-06T20:54:34.850-07:00"We are blood and treasure. Trash and pleasur..."We are blood and treasure. Trash and pleasure.<br /><br />No, we're worse than that, and better than that."<br /><br />The soul of a never resting poet residing inside the heart of a brilliant story teller which pumps blood to the brain of a master of the language. Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14634773839102689759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-39473252374494767242014-06-06T20:54:01.852-07:002014-06-06T20:54:01.852-07:00Goddammnit, Laurie, I'm lost for words too. Th...Goddammnit, Laurie, I'm lost for words too. That last line was like a sucker punch.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-65628836675894103392014-06-06T20:52:58.531-07:002014-06-06T20:52:58.531-07:00"It’s just the way my face looks when I’m not..."It’s just the way my face looks when I’m not smiling. Thanks for pointing it out."<br /><br />Yeah! Tell it, sister. :)David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-47057059906902361452014-06-06T20:51:52.119-07:002014-06-06T20:51:52.119-07:00Replete with nostalgia. Ed, your pieces keep uppin...Replete with nostalgia. Ed, your pieces keep upping the ante.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18045255948578968712014-06-06T20:50:59.072-07:002014-06-06T20:50:59.072-07:00"...even his collar was grey." Love that..."...even his collar was grey." Love that. Keep 'em coming, Mark.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-85281060257764651902014-06-06T19:54:19.564-07:002014-06-06T19:54:19.564-07:00Not cheating this week. But the rest of this I'...Not cheating this week. But the rest of this I'll post to my blog. You all outdid yerselves once agin.<br />______________________<br /><br />A field, dimming. Sure enough, the eastbound freight draws night behind it like a rough blanket over the land, a sky that catches and muffles its hoarse lament, holds it heavy and tenebrous within its night promises and vows of rain, all except for a western strip where earlier the sun dropped while we walked away—impossibly distant, a rarefied airless realm of crimson and gold, like blood and treasure.<br /><br />We are blood and treasure. Trash and pleasure.<br /><br />No, we're worse than that, and better than that.<br /><br />The entire world trembles. For a moment, death's-head moths hold the fate of empires between their wings. The train gathers speed for a deep land trek while children are diced unlamented in alleyways and chickens burst like nebulae from rafters in a forgotten barn, dust motes and moths, stars and straw and strands of gold like the lustrous tresses of a fabled princess, cavalier, leaning from the window of her tower, her slender neck arched, waiting. Tempting the axes of ogres.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-26959144630515025182014-06-06T17:26:42.150-07:002014-06-06T17:26:42.150-07:00The bloodthirsty fiends are lurking everywhere. Th...The bloodthirsty fiends are lurking everywhere. They're easy enough to kill, but the shear numbers are overwhelming. They're hideous creatures. Thin, sort of floppy and just mill about seemingly aimless until they smell the blood coursing through your veins. It's the sort of things nightmares are made of. I tried to run, but it was futile. The slow moving ones I left behind were replaced by the mob in front of me. No escape. I made it to the garage and slammed the door behind me. Maybe, if I don't turn the lights on, they won't find me...SMACK!! Son of a bitch! Right on the neck! Man, I hate squitoes.~JT still writes non-fiction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-38291377049179005322014-06-06T16:53:48.529-07:002014-06-06T16:53:48.529-07:00Such strength in such a short piece. Fantastic. Th...Such strength in such a short piece. Fantastic. Thank you!JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-42090547183090594262014-06-06T16:53:07.801-07:002014-06-06T16:53:07.801-07:00You are so good at this, G. Humbling, that's w...You are so good at this, G. Humbling, that's what it is. JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-73871940673229888972014-06-06T16:52:03.660-07:002014-06-06T16:52:03.660-07:00This is too good for me to comment on.This is too good for me to comment on.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-10035716970939370032014-06-06T16:51:25.229-07:002014-06-06T16:51:25.229-07:00I relate to this so much. Excellent. Thank you for...I relate to this so much. Excellent. Thank you for gracing us with this piece. Stark beauty. JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-64560752150205277432014-06-06T16:50:23.456-07:002014-06-06T16:50:23.456-07:00Holy shit! You took it to a whole new level, broth...Holy shit! You took it to a whole new level, brother. This is brilliant. This line -> You were Reno and I was the biggest little city on the block. - fucking ace. All of it. Bravo.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-20068727681778473652014-06-06T16:48:45.565-07:002014-06-06T16:48:45.565-07:00Wow. There are like a million stories in this one,...Wow. There are like a million stories in this one, brother. Cheers!JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.com