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Suzie’s House 518 : In the Intersection of Hallways

Bruce caught sight of Emma in the halls of the high school. He just happened to glance to his left, down the T-intersection, to see her coming out of one classroom while he was heading straight toward another.

Though they went to the same school, they were on different tracks, so he hardly ever saw much of her. Or anyone else in the band. Her worst of all because she didn’t even have lunch with them.

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Waterfall and Rainbow

We made another stop not long after we left the Erik the Red Museum. At first it wasn’t much to look at. This wasn’t in the printed itinerary, but was well worth the stop. As to what it’s called? This was the last sign (Below) I saw before we reached it. Your guess is as good as mine.

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Dragon Bones

Every step the white knight took sent chiming accusations throughout the valley of dragon bones. The musical sound of bone under foot or clanking ribs hanging about his numb shoulders should have called a guardian. Last year the knight killed him.

Once he’d slain the last dragon, the knight entered the treasure room to find only a diary. It was written by a dragon. This year, having read the book, the knight came with a bouquet to pay homage.

If only he had known before he’d made a career of murder that dragons are people too.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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The Wolf of Wall Street by Jordan Belfort

At 91%

I had the owner, the unreachable, the one and only Doug Talbot, as my best buddy. And every patient and staff member knew it as well. The wolf was ready to bare his fangs, even in rehab.

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Merry Xmas 2017

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Cover Song Guide

I generally hate cover songs. I spend too much time trying to remember where I’ve heard it before. This cleared up quite a few things for me.

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13 Trees

Part of my annual effort to make our own gift labels.

Merry Christmas!

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Packing It In

True story. I did a mediocre job of packing for Iceland. True, it has the word Ice in the name, but it was also the middle of summer. I packed for March in Montana – lots of layers. I had a hat with me, but it wasn’t warm enough.

Everything in the tourist shops of Iceland is expensive! A set of lava coasters were $90. Handmade hats? Forget it. But I happened to run across a $8 Made-in-China beanie in a grocery store.

If the handmade had been $30 I’d have bought them instead. So much for enterprising Iceland.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Björn Rudberg

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Woolly by Ben Mezrich

During his appearance on The Colbert Report in 2012, the host had asked him point blank, “How do you think your work will eventually destroy all mankind? Do you think it’s going to be a killer virus, or more like a giant mutant killer squid man?”

Non-fiction about scientists doing their thing. Has some personal insights and excellent background info. A politically charged subject – gene splicing – but not focused on that element.

Teaser is from audio book location 5:48:03 because that’s where I am in the recording. Didn’t feel like looking for a good quote. 🙂

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Suzie’s House 517 : Head Cases

Vin dragged himself into the house in utter exhaustion. He’d subcontracted with the FBI to work on a serial killer case that had covered five states so far. Although the part of the work that he was responsible for was supposed to be confined to Wisconsin, he’d gone to a meeting in Chicago, an only now gotten back.

It was late. Maybe he should sleep in Miranada’s “shoe room” rather than risk waking her up. She wasn’t exactly easy to get along with when she didn’t get enough sleep. All the windows visible from the front of the house were dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen made it’s way down the hall to the front door. Curious, he dropped his luggage by the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen.

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Erik the Red Museum

We started the day with a visit to the Erik the Red Museum, which consisted of three small buildings – a shop, a pitstop with attached informational kiosk, and a reproduction of the turf house where Erik the Red, also known as Erik Thorvaldsson, once lived. Or rather, this was one of many places where Erik Thorvaldsson lived.

His claim to fame is in colonizing Greenland. That and having fathered Leif Erikson. I’ll get back to all that in a minute.

As soon as we’d all made use of the facilities, we headed into the turf house. There a young man in traditional garb armed with props, a heavy accent, and lots of one-line jokes greeted us. We sat around the long fire pit on the reproduction beds and listened to Erik’s story.

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And Her Response?

“Is this winter colder than last? I think it’s colder.” Liam shivered, reaching for a sweater.

“The thermostat is set for 65,” Sally assured him. “Mom says we’re already paying twice as much for heat as before.”

“It’s the inevitable dying of our world. Not just the coming climate change,” he held up a hand to stop any interruptions. “Our sun is becoming a dark, cold, red giant. It’s the ticking, ticking, ticking of a universe fated to falter into ever lasting darkness,”

“Here. I’ll turn on a light. Maybe that will make you feel better.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Dragon Bones by Patricia Briggs

At audio location 00:08:55

This near the river the tunnel was mushroom shaped, with walks on either side of a deep narrow ditch that ran sluggishly with sewer water. The walkways were meant for dwarfs, not hulking brutes who towered over most grown men. With a sigh, I dropped to my hands and knees and began crawling through the foul smelling muck.

Can you tell the narrator is a hulking brute? He’s actually a teenage boy who has spent the last several years of his life pretending to be an idiot to keep his abusive father from killing him. The paths really were made by and for dwarfs. And he’s about to find.. dun, dun, dun… dragon bones. I trust it being early in the first chapter this doesn’t count as a spoiler.

Ambrosia of The Purple Booker
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Snaefellsness Peninsula

Time for a quick review of “Day 4” of my Iceland trip. We drove from our hotel in Stykkisholmur to the end of the peninsula then back to the hotel.

I’m not sure where on the map the beach is. I got the guide to show me twice but I hadn’t packed a highlighter (that is most certainly going on the packing list in the future) and had to borrow. Unluckily neither a bar nor a bus is a good place to highlight maps. Anyway, I’m guessing the beach was about half way to the end of the peninsula along the southern edge. We went to the tip, looped toward the North at the tip, then dropped back to the Southern road to return to the hotel. The peninsula is 48 miles long. So with backtracking and looping around and such we probably went about 100 miles for the day.

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Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit

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