Domestic Horror Stories #2 – Fear of a Black Kitchen

“I don’t like the kitchen,” she said.

“I don’t think there is anything wrong with it,” he said.

“It’s black.”

“We can paint it.”

“It’s dank.”

“It won’t be if we paint it.”

“There is a dark purple wall.”

“That can be painted too.”

“The track lighting makes it look haunted.”

“We can change that.”

“The ceiling fan in the basement could decapitate someone.”

“That is weird isn’t it?  But it has a nice back yard.”

“The steps on the deck and the front porch are really high.  Like there is a missing step.”

“That’s fixable too.”

“Did you notice at least half of the light bulbs in the house were burnt out?”

“Yes.  That’s weird too.”

“The took out a bathroom in the basement.”

“Saw that.  Wonder what happened.”

“And there is no carpet in the basement family room.”

“Ummm.”

“I don’t know.  It seems like a lot of little things wrong to start with.  Plus the haunted kitchen.”

 

Domestic Horror Stories #1 – A Brilliant Disguise.

She looked out the window.  “You want us to move to a town that has painted their water tower to look like a boob?”

“It’s not a boob, it’s a flower,” he said.

“Okay.  You want us to move to a town that has given it’s water tower a pastie.”

“At least you know they are of high moral character.”

“Because even the water tower in never naked?”

“Exactly.”

“Still looks like a boob.”

“Let’s not mention that to the sundry.”

“You hope I don’t mention it to the sundry.”

“You won’t.”

He pulled the truck into the driveway of a ranch style house with blue siding.  The realtor was waiting for them in the yard.

“Love the flower on the water tower,” she said as she shook the realtor’s hand.

“There’s been a big debate going on, some people around here think it looks like a boob,” said the realtor.

 

 

 

 

What should Writers Blog about?

I’ve had this blog open for months now and haven’t written any content.  Which I do understand is the opposite of what I’m supposed to be doing.  I have kept blogs before.

Always in the past my blogs have been about other things.  I’ve reviewed books.  Which is a lot of fun, if not always very evenly distributed content for a blog.  I’d love to do Indie book reviews here.  Maybe I will at some point.  Although I’m not nearly mean enough.  After all I know how hard the author has worked to get those words down in that order on that page.  Even if it’s a tragically misbegotten order.

I could talk about me.  I am after all fascinating.   Sadly, I’ve found that me being fantastic is best as a sum total experience, rather than a daily record of why I typed 1500 words today instead of 1501. Equally, my music, my inspirations, and my dinner are best not daily or even weekly dwelt upon.

There are always pictures of sunsets.  We get some hum dingers.

Snippets of my work will not be posted until it’s beyond my editorial control.  Some things are better kept between a girl and her computer.

Guess I’m just going to have to blog about what I feel like when I feel like it.  Yup.  This is going to work well.

 

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Well, at least it’s not a sunset.