Savory Bites to Measure

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Supper planned tonight

Savory bites to measure

Family, pie, and wine


I created the image using ArtRage and wrote this haiku.

This is my post for Day #24 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.

Her Sure Reality

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Her façade surreal

A bedazzled face, a scene

Sober, she is real


I created this image using ArtRage last night, and then wrote the accompanying haiku.

This is my post for Day #23 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016.

I wrote this post after doodling the image using ArtRage on my tablet.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.

Lunatic fringe, Man

Crazy orange man. President-to-be-man. Not normal man. Nazi-enabling man. Help us, man.


I wrote this brief post in 60 seconds using oneword™, a website designed to provide the user with a timed writing prompt. While on that site, simply click “go” and one word appears with a text box. My word was “lunatic”. What was yours?

After I wrote the post, I created the image using ArtRage on my tablet. The image does not represent the written word. I could not bring myself to doodle the images that were running through my mind. I’m trying to stay positive. Rather the written word and the post paired together represent my concerns to our current political climate.

Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.

Her Bedazzled Trip

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Her strides curb to spot
Bright blooms bedazzled downtown
Distracted, she trips

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I created this image tonight, and then wrote the accompanying haiku. I missed my daily walk today. I mean that I really did miss taking a walk downtown today.

This is my post for Day #21 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016.

Stella’s Visitor – Act 2

meteorite-landed-2-by-steph-abbott

Stella sat enthralled. The flickers from the random ball of fire she found sitting on her dining room floor had finally died out. She thought it might be a good idea to call the fire department or NASA. Yet, Stella simply couldn’t bring herself to move.

She sat for hours listening to the sounds emanating from the alien rock. The pop, sizzle, pop, rat-a-tat she had heard originally upon entering the house had long since dissipated. Now, an ethereal and sonorous melody played with her imagination. Enthralled with the sounds, she lost track of time.  

Hours later she decided to call her elderly mother.

“Hi, mom. I need you to listen to this . . .” >>

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Today’s post is the second chapter of the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”

I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects using an app on my Android phone. I am easily entertained.

The Mermaid’s Deluge

seaturmoilbystephabbottEach election season, the sirens call for followers. Singing melodies to pluck the voters’ heartstrings and strum out anger over the other candidate’s positions. Often out of tune, the dissonance increases. Yet promoters continue to send wave after wave of distortion, saturating the airwaves until election day. Leaving mermaids to drown in the deluge.

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I doodled this image using ArtRage last night. I wrote my ire this morning. I hope that the deluge stops today.

Campaign Contrived, Segment of Voters See Red

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A segment of voters are seeing red after realizing a contrived campaign may have been made by a major political candidate.

The alleged controversy seems to involve the natural effects of a solar eclipse. The eclipse has passed, yet the candidate continues to distract voters. See below for a summary of the exchange between the candidate and the voters.

“You won’t believe this!” exclaimed the candidate. “The sun is gone!”

Rolling their eyes, the voters commented, “What’s the big deal? The moon is simply…”

“Wrong! And I don’t care about the moon’s position, ” snapped the candidate.

Taking umbrage, the voters retort, “Well, have you considered…”

“I don’t have time. You need to come with me. We are all going to die.”

Appalled, the voters parlayed, “Perhaps we can work together to find a remedy…”

“No!” interrupted the candidate. “I know all about this,” the candidate insisted. “I think I can find the sun. I can use my flashlight. Believe me, I’ve got the best flashlight.”

“Really?” the voters replied, “What kind of flashlight?”

A segment of the voters have reported to be seeing red after staring into the flashlight’s strong beam before realizing they have only been distracted by the candidate.

With the election just days away and many voters having yet to respond, the affect on the campaign remains unclear.

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016. This story is a work of fiction, an exercise of artistic expression, and meant for entertainment purposes only. The next solar eclipse isn’t expected until February 26, 2017. I doodled the image using ArtRage.  I wrote this story with my tongue in cheek. Silly? Yes. Offended? Laugh it off.