Suprise Me

Words and sayings from an immigrant family by
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Playing with curse words and other oddities of family tradition.
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9 Frogs by
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(11 Stories)

Prompted By Regrets

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A good childhood in the woods, a crippled frog
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The Mouse and Me by
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(88 Stories)

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As an added bonus, Jiminy Cricket taught me how to spell "encyclopedia."
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Lessons from Old Dacca by
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(165 Stories)

Prompted By Inequality

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Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong. 
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Some dream of bedding a person–others just dream of a bed! by
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(77 Stories)

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She wanted me to be her instrument; I just wanted to be her fearless union leader.
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Caroming not mending by
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(33 Stories)

Prompted By Mending Fences

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I confess:  I am not much into mending fences--either making them or breaking them or fixing them.
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Retrospect – The Pigeon War of 1952 by
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Prompted By Writer's Choice

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  Retrospect – The Pigeon War of 1952 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 So, let me take you back to the bustling streets of Boston in 1952. My grandfather, a city boy through and through, loved to regale us with tales of his urban escapades. And none was more legendary than The Pigeon…
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Dawn vs. Dawn by
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(33 Stories)

Prompted By Dawn

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One can either greet the dawn or dread it.
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Women Authors – An Enduring Passion by
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(29 Stories)

Prompted By Women We Admire

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I like male writers, too. Dostoyevsky’s 'Crime and Punishment' and Melville’s 'Moby-Dick' are huge favorites, and John Steinbeck's 'The Grapes of Wrath' is a thing of remarkable beauty. But overall, it’s the psychological depth of women authors -- their fascination with our inner lives -- that I find illuminating and essential.
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Disconnected by
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(90 Stories)

Prompted By Reconnecting

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Lacking a logical sequence Early on I broke In black and white and slow motion. Unaware of the cracks Pieces missing large and small I plowed forward Heedless, fearless, helter-skelter And whenever things went sideways Jumped on the bandwagon Blamed myself Just not good enough.   Repeat, repeat   Maybe halfway through  I stumbled over…
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