Alles hat ein Ende nur die Wurst hat zwei

Theme: The End.

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by Gesa

 

For hours now I have been sitting in front of my computer and trying to figure out a good story about this month’s theme: The End. And I have to admit nothing comes to my mind, or at least nothing I am ready yet to share. Subconsciously, I might have known all along that this theme, for me, is all about one experience. Continue reading

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©2010 Emmanuel Huybrechts

©2010 Emmanuel Huybrechts

Theme: The End.

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by Laura Gene

The beginning is the end is the beginning.

I was burned out. Days were blurring into one another. Challenges were few and far between. Monotony and boredom were taking the wheel but I wasn’t ready to call it. I’d always been a champion of the grass is greener on the other side, because it usually is, at least for a while, or long enough for you to forget it was green in the first place.

As a child, as in pre-puberty, I had grandiose dreams. While other kids looked forward to moonwalks and world peace, I dreamed of days typing 10-key. I wanted to become a bookkeeper. Of course, I didn’t know what that was at the time. I just knew I liked calculators and typing numbers and scribbling them down in my wide-ruled notebooks. My mother, my biggest supporter, asked no questions when she went to Sam’s to pick up an industrial-sized calculator, made complete with a self-feeding spool of paper ribbon. After all, one needed documentation when balancing the books.

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Bon Voyage 20’s!

Birthday Candles by Romel

Theme: The End.

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by Meg

In a few short months I will turn 30. I know I’m supposed to panic, but I’m not the type of person who fears getting older. In fact, I told my friend Vivianna that I was 26 since I was 23. I’ve come clean with her now so I don’t have to keep living a lie. I don’t worry about getting older because my life has only gotten better with each year. My only twinge of sadness comes from saying goodbye to the decade that formed me. My 20’s were a wild ride filled with discovery and it’s sad to see the decade go. I have every intention of making my 30’s an adventure, but until I get there, I want to remember the past ten years before they come to an end – the good, the bad, the formative, the strange, the complicated, the beautiful roaring 20’s of my life.

Join me on this journey through the past, won’t you? Continue reading

Ending Abusive Relationships

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Theme: The End.

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by Melissa

In the early hours of Tuesday morning, unable to sleep, I switched on my phone and read my Facebook feed. Usually I’m tucked away in dreamland, but in the still of a 4am twilight where few songbirds had begun their gentle melody, I clicked on a Huffington Post article. The title drew me in, ‘I Didn’t Know I Was In An Abusive Relationship…’ the rest read, ‘Because My Boyfriend Never Hit Me’. Continue reading

The Doing of it is the Thing!

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Theme: The End.

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by Kat

 

Amy Poehler is marching through my mental corridors again. She’s exhausting, triumphantly parading back and forth with her sandwich board: You Do It Because the Doing of it is the Thing! It’s my favorite quote from her book; repeated ad nauseum it’s starting to lose meaning. This quote is highly motivating, usually. But the coffee subsided and my mantra is now been subsumed by tangential wordplay. I’ve lost a quarter of an hour to invested a quarter of an hour in devising puns.

All things come to an end, I think to myself, impressed with my astute observation. I bet people will quote this completely original thought once my post is published. This appears to appease Amy, who sits finally, head in hand, sandwich board strewn across the room. Continue reading

A random obituary to Pink

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Theme: We’re all using the same photo to fictionalize a backstory.

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by Gesa

 

The day Pink was born there was no sunshine. On her birthday it was certain that she would leave the world she was just brought into within the following 180 days. Before her birth she was damned to die by the butcher. She was never to see daylight, or rain, or night. All she saw and felt were her siblings, the teats of her mother and the warmth of the red light nurturing her. Her only purpose in life was to gain 220lbs. Continue reading

This Is It…

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Theme: We’re all using the same photo to fictionalize a backstory.

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by Meg

I flip through the hangers in my closet, looking for my tight-in-all-the-right-places black dress. Sure I could wear one of my ten other black dresses but I want the perfect dress for tonight. Tonight is likely the biggest night of my life. I’m going to take a million selfies and I need to look radiant in every one of them. I need to rub this in Christie Abrams smug face – her taunts that I would “die alone” would be proven wrong tonight.

Chester is going to propose. I’m going to be engaged. Before herContinue reading