Suprise Me

Confessions of a Sci-Fi Nerd by
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(88 Stories)

Prompted By Lost in Space

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This guy Heinlein could really tell a story.
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Egrets in Morning Sunlight by
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(141 Stories)

Prompted By Hello Darkness

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The trees, bushes and brush would give me plenty of privacy to do what I needed to do.
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Snow Problem by
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(165 Stories)

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Snow had fallen overnight, and when we arrived at Skyline, the road was closed. The trip was ruined.
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Dickless Kenny and the Cul de Sac by
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(170 Stories)

Prompted By Parking

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I live on a cul-de-sac in the less extravagant environs of the HOLLYWOOD hills. Although the neighboring street rushes with traffic, our dead end remains quietly Mediterranean with its cypress trees and terra-cotta tiled roofs. In fact, the little street is so insignificant, we don’t have street-cleaning days, leaving only the 72-hour limit that applies…
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Needlepoint in Winter by
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Prompted By Hobbies

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I looked at the beautiful colors of the needlepoint yarn and sighed. "Maybe I could do that," I thought.
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Tech Support by
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(298 Stories)

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Now, I’m starting to know how my mother felt about tech support — dazed and confused.
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A wish that went full circle by
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(194 Stories)

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Reluctantly I did a second career report, but my heart wasn't in it ... I began to wish to be a writer.
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To Be Continued . . . by
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(58 Stories)

Prompted By Pandemic Summer

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And so it goes.
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Ruth Paige Dance Studio by
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(359 Stories)

Prompted By Lessons

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I always loved to dance, but was a sickly kid, so my mother withdrew me from dance lessons. I came back as an adult beginner to ballet class in my early 20s. Though never great, I truly enjoyed it. I have a wonderful sense of rhythm, can dance modern and “pop” very well, but enjoyed…
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Betting on the end by
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... numbers corresponding to the days of the year were written on slips of paper and placed in plastic capsules, which were put into a deep glass jar (at the time I’d imagined a bingo cage).
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