The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

I have two stories in two different Halloween contests, and one under a different pen at one of those locations. Where it is isn't important; the site with the stories under two different pens is one of the Usual Suspects. The one at not a Usual Suspect, could've been posted here as well, but it isn't right. I'm not happy with it and didn't want to post it here if it isn't up to snuff. I certainly won't be putting any of the three up for sale until I've worked out my issues with them. In truth, I ran out of time. Honestly, I'm not sure why I'm not happy with them.

I need coffee and some fruit.
 
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I think we need to starve out the plot bunnies before they go feral. Well, Halloween was a bust last night. Only got eight kids show up so now I have all these cookies left over.

There's a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is hot. There are pastries and a big pile of bags of snack bags of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookies on the counter. Please don't feed them to the plot bunnies.

I'll be over in the corner working on the last major scene in my story. I just realized that I have only 11 days to get it ready for submission. Please excuse any loud expletives as I work out the dialog for the scene ...
 
The game plan with all this medical attention is to mitigate as much as they can while still maintaining a decent quality of life.

This is versus the gradual downhill that puts us in some manner of assisted living apartment. That shit will suck down your nest egg in no time at all.
So true.

The medics are the heroes of the age, but their goal is the prolongation of life, which too often becomes a prolongation of dying.
 
The only creatures on this planet that chocolate is not at least a little toxic to, are apes (which includes humans), monkeys and lemurs. And then there are mice and rats, which have an extremely reduced reaction to it compared to any other rodent. Just a bit of research trivia I suddenly remembered from a long ago probably not going to write it story.
 
I think we need to starve out the plot bunnies before they go feral. Well, Halloween was a bust last night. Only got eight kids show up so now I have all these cookies left over.

There's a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is hot. There are pastries and a big pile of bags of snack bags of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookies on the counter. Please don't feed them to the plot bunnies.

I'll be over in the corner working on the last major scene in my story. I just realized that I have only 11 days to get it ready for submission. Please excuse any loud expletives as I work out the dialog for the scene ...
Story Ideas still has room for a few plot bunnies.
plus, aren't they LESS likely to go feral if we feed them versus exiling them to find food on their own?
 
I really need a synonym for testicle.

Huevo.

In a Spanish mood today. Used more of it than usual with the staff at our favorite restaurant. They are genuinely amused as I dig into long-forgotten conjugations and syntaxes. Caught the three Hispanic youngsters seated at the table across the aisle off-guard as they ogled my wife and I muttered, ¿Mi esposa caliente, sí?
 
Can't see the ad, but the old online thesaurus say says balls, gonads, ballocks, nuts, rocks, cullions...
Be glad you couldn't, I haven't been so wigged out since I was unexpectedly subjected to a picture of a lotus seed pod photo-shopped over a picture of someone's finger tips. Which admittedly wasn't as bad as seeing the same thing, only done to nipples.

Also thanks for the synonyms. :)
 
Be glad you couldn't, I haven't been so wigged out since I was unexpectedly subjected to a picture of a lotus seed pod photo-shopped over a picture of someone's finger tips. Which admittedly wasn't as bad as seeing the same thing, only done to nipples.

Also thanks for the synonyms. :)
At least locally, they're also called huevos (Spanish for eggs) and cojones.
 
The costumes in my neighborhood were fun and crazy. Slutty schoolgirl. Slutty nurse. Slutty maid. And those were just the guys.

I've been avoiding the task of revising my Winter Holiday story all week. I'm trying to avoid it now by posting to AH. My head has been in another, non-writing project all week and it's tough to get myself back into thinking about words instead of numbers.
 
So, I set all my clocks back an hour last night, but did I get an extra hour of sleep? No. My aching bones wouldn't let me sleep more than seven hour as usual so I got up an hour earlier.

In any event, I've got a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is hot. There are donuts and left-over cookies on the counter. Now that Thanksgiving is coming up, I'm thinking about pumpkin pies.

I'll be over in the corner working on the last big scene in my story. I'll need plenty of iced tea to cool myself down as the sex gets hot and steamy ...
 
So, I set all my clocks back an hour last night, but did I get an extra hour of sleep? No. My aching bones wouldn't let me sleep more than seven hour as usual so I got up an hour earlier.
It's my aching brain that insists that I not sleep. The extra innings in the world series game did not help.
Yet this morning I feel more chipper than I have in I don't know when. My depression is way below the baseline, and my anxiety is minimal.
 
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