Prompt 36: Memento mori (remember that you will die) Nietzsche, Bumper Cars and the End Game By Eilidh Thain Willy Morral rushes down subway stairs, wind gusts up from the depths, the sickly smell of sewer and industry smacks his face. He takes the stairs two at a time, gripping the filthy railing for balance. … Continue reading Nietzsche, Bumper Cars and the End Game
Flash Fiction Challenge Writing prompt: The first men/women to set foot on Mars return to their ship only to find a large, strange insect on the door of the ship. Knight Rider: Mars Edition By Eilidh Thain “Come in Rover KATT,” said Matthew Knight as he scanned the bank of monitors for signs of the … Continue reading Knight Rider: Mars Edition – Flash Fiction Challenge 23 #FFC52
Flash Fiction Challenge Writing prompt: You (or your protagonist) walk through a door, only to find that not only are you not where you expected and there doesn’t seem to be a way back…” Beautiful Door By Eilidh Thain Maysi checked herself in the smoked mirror wall of the elevator. The light was unflattering, but … Continue reading Beautiful Door – Flash Fiction Challenge 22 #FFC52
100 Happy Days! The Challenge! Day 42 - Turkey Larb Weird name, but totally delish! Recipe. Day 43 - The Clash "Death or Glory" I'm no musician or music expert, but the guitar rifts with the clanging twang of the high-hat, makes me want rock out in a mosh pit! And the opening line: "Now … Continue reading 100 Happy Days (42, 43, 44, & 45)
Day 18 - Calm! 100 Happy Days Day 19 - Homemade Prezels!
Day 16 - New York City Street I took this pic a few years ago. The organized clutter and the conflicting arrows appealed to me. Not to mention the interesting details for your eyes to roam over! 100 Happy Days Day 17 - Saturday Morning Coffee
I took this picture of an abandoned bike on a visit to New York a couple of years ago. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/28/photo-challenge-abandoned/
In a follow-up to my recent post “Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest,” this post tells of another woeful stolen bike tale. It was 1999. Y2K brought together a cesspool of techie geeks, survivalists, religious extremists, end-of-the world fear mongers, and ill-informed politicians. Harry Potter was making nerds and … Continue reading Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers
Thain in Vain 