Doctor Why-me and the Patient of Gloom by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores
WELCOME TO TUEDSAY WRITING at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES!
For a change I present to you a One Act Play.
What will it take to make you laugh? A small joke? Maybe a tiny tickle?
How about a gun to your head? (Laugh or you’re dead!)
When a serious doctor and a not so serious patient come face to face…
There’s no telling how many laughs you’ll get, that too without a PRESCRIPTION.
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Keep On Reading!Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores
WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES!
A man works for a company that he has no interest in.
His door-to-door job is belittling and a reason for boredom.
Then why doesn’t he quit and move on to better options?
Could be more complicated than it seems.
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Keep On Reading!Trouble Will Always Remain by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores
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Can a troubling existence become a way of life?
So much so that any relief from it appears to be a threat?
Could it be that minds and hearts cling to what they know?
Change is never easy no matter which way life flows.
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Keep On Reading!He Would Come from the Waters by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores
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Hilda is a woman who is often swept away by her daydreams.
There’s not much incentive to keep her mind in the real world.
But what happens when a vision makes her cross the line of imagination?
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Keep On Reading!Book Review of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow by Jeff Flesch
Published by Experiments in Fiction
Poetry is food for the soul. It is the rejuvenation of the heart and mind. And what could be better than poetry embracing nature and the emotions we feel as individuals. Jeff Flesch is a talented writer and very warm human being. I feel proud to call him a friend as well as a writer who gives himself to the writing craft – one hundred percent.
Keep On Reading!Those Unforgiving Eyes by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores – Flash Fiction
WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES!
A woman finds herself in an uncomfortable situation.
A pair of wolfish eyes are unwilling to leave her alone.
She hopes and waits that the staring will stop.
But the man has a good reason to gawk. What could it be?
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Keep On Reading!The Curse Always Comes Back – Flash Fiction Story
He and his sixteen-year-old sister lost their mother when the woman died of mysterious circumstances.
A bashed in skull and a broken jaw weren’t mishaps that occurred on their own.
Yet it was easier to burn the body and the questions that rose with the stench of the decaying flesh. The woman had been found in the afternoon heat floating in a swamp outside the village.
Keep On Reading!My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores – Flash Fiction
WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at GOBBLERS & MASTICADORES!
A man is enamored by a beautiful woman.
He runs into her every day and can’t take his eyes off her.
After thinking and waiting, he finds the courage to approach her.
But is he too late to express his love?
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Keep On Reading!An Earful of Suffering – Flash Fiction Story
Huma listened to the leaves rustling to the song of the breeze. She would have pinned her ears to the tree if it would help drown the profanities and accusations. Afaf, her daughter, stood at the open window, having her fill of disgracing her own mother.
‘You are a horrible bitch!’
‘You abused me for years! Do you hear?!’
‘It’s a shame you call yourself a mother!’
The girl’s hands hit the aluminum frame, again and again.
Keep On Reading!Thanks for Making Me a Writer – Flash Fiction Story
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
It’s dripping on to my pillow. I really can’t hear it but it’s happening.
My brain is leaking out of my eyes and my ears. How much of it is left? It’s hard to tell.
I close my eyes and tilt my head. It doesn’t feel any lighter. Maybe stones have replaced it.
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