Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“The Outcast. It takes two to tango.” by Julie Ainger

Rules are made to be broken.Injustice breaks the rules.Courage rebuilds them.Inclusively. Of course. What is good for the goose is good for the gander, eh? Over reach has its ways of embedment, triangulation, enmeshment. What is good for thee is not for me. Maybe. Maybe not.Right? I thought so.Or. I thought not.Do the crime. Do the time and other non denominational ways of proving a point. Proving the proof is in the pudding. The gloppy and sloppy pudding. Drippy, sippy and yum, yum, yum.Sometimes the truth is not found easily.Sometimes it i...

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“ToTo Too? Growing pains. Growing older.” by Julie Ainger

Hint.No two are alike.Word on the street is they understand approximately 200 words.Their mere presence helps to improve relationships with the people in your life.When it is time for them to go home, it is one of the worst times of life.Fill in the blank_______________If we are lucky enough to hang out with them, life moves at a steadier pace of give and take. The day is just, better. No. Not every person loves them and yet they would lay down their life for that person, too. The attachment factor is deep. Soul and growth guiding. Growing p...

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“When Big Love Is Required. ” by Julie Ainger

What approach will do?Differences make us who we are.Similarities make us feel familiar.Even twins are not the same.Banging one’s head on the door. Again. And Again.Hurts.When love is tough, love is tough. When tough love doesn’t get the job done, make “it” work, at all costs, what is left to do?Approaching a person, place or thing with love in mind can hold one hostage to the whims of a person who does or does not understand. Or care. Or prefer someone or something else. Lack of love. Left feeling in place or out of place. Who knows? Who en...

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“Submission+Surrender+Belief=Trust. Gain of Function and the Changing of the Guard” by Julie Ainger

I just didn’t get it.In the moment. It took time to swirl around the open space between my ears👂🏻😊🦻🏻.When we see what we want to see, or cannot stop seeing what is right in front of us, life becomes mumbo jumbo.Add in the sour ingredients: The addition of memories and tragedies and evasive aversions. The conundrum of life takes on a life of its own. New conditions replace the old conditions in ways and of service for some and dis-service to others.Gain of function and the changing of the guard.Dear God. Haven’t we been in this place before? ...

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“Money Hungry” by Julie Ainger

Well.Today is the day.Or.Is it the day?A day of decision.Or.A day of derision.And.Will we ever really know. What happened.From west coast to east coast, north and south. The collective voices were silenced and given humdingers of words, these past few months. That is for certain.Who you believe is what this day is really and deeply all about.After all. We are who we are.In the bigger picture ask not what they can do for you. Ask what you can do for Him.Take it from there.The money has already been spent.Will you spend your precious time on t...

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“Whiskey, Wine, Winning and Wonderings. Deals with the Devil?” by Julie Ainger

We. As believers. Are born this way.We believe in something, someone other than ourselves.We just aren’t sure who or what it is all the time, in every moment.Tough love is, well, tough.So.We journey on.We drink.We eat.We sit. At the table with “others” who we think we need to in orderto get from here to there. Provided we knowingly know what is happening.We forget.Forget someone has been sitting alone for a long, long time. We ignore the hurts and habits and we slam another shot with our “others”. This family, we think, is our substitute he...

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“Broken Voices” by Julie Ainger

A math equation.Philosophically speaking, of course?Here we go:True or False.Challenges of realties = Fate is resourceful.🙂True or False.Geometry is harder than Algebra.True or False.Trigonometry is harder than Geometry.Perhaps you may have “preferred” a different situation, a different equation.Numbers, can be security. Then again. Sometimes, not.Depends upon how quickly you cry in the moment? How good a crier in the moment you can be?Maybe.The kind of love and fear that both embraces you and at the same time takes your breath away.Can also...

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“ Love Bombing and the Unheard Explosion” by Julie Ainger

Silence is golden.Or so I have heard.It could be a bomb, too.Of words.Of gestures.Of un-heard hurts.Silence and stone walling overwhelm gives way to exhaustive explosion and “I can’t do this any more.”The pig-headed fellow and the mule-headed maiden had seen this before. Over time, a lot of time, time would soon tell them how it would “play out.” Mutual responsibility joined them at the hip. Love carried out God’s plan better than their stubborn and obstinate natures and behavior. (wjb)You see, life has a way of turning us on our heads. 🫨. W...

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“The Secrets of the Walk-in Closet” by Julie Ainger

Shhhhhhhh.The only way in.The only way out.Overwhelming suffocation of not knowing when to leave. Knowing staying may kill any sense of self. The stareful attacks and sideways glances keep you right there. Frozen. Unmoving. Faking a smile just to survive in one piece. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” The lies start before we even know why.The safety closet gives way to,Get me outta here. With now way out.When to leave the cycle of soft violence and quiet violence. Verbal slings and arrows and all things sarcastic and insulting. Not knowing when or if ...

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“Word Bullets” by Julie Ainger

Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.Ouch.That hurt.The sec...

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“Fear and earthly securities.” by Julie Ainger

When I was a little person, over time fear became a bedside table of loneliness and seclusion. The weird part is that I surrounded by people a lot of the time. Within five feet of me, ten feet, “in the house”.So to speak.The problem was when I did, speak, very few actually heard. What years later proved after moves and pushes and shoves of words and feelings, that they were trying to be heard too.The chaos at time, unbearable. Learning that at the end of the day, we honestly begin the day by trying our best to listen. Hoping, at the end of ...

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“Word of mouth and the virtue signal visuals” by Julie Ainger

Do you hear what I hear?Did you hear that?The big bang?The startle reflex is in high gear.The middle finger is poised and ready to flip,the bird.Changing the game plan? (ct/bs) mid game.Priceless.Switching the playbook game plan mid game. Someone must take the ownership of and for the pummeling. But. When?Vindicated versus Vindication.A no win situation.Leveling the leverage?Again,A no win situation.Disingenuous ingenuity.Again.A no win situation.Like yesterday would have been “nice.” And. If the self implosion wasn’t so heartbreaking, it wo...

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“Two faced blackmail and distorted deliveries of realities.” by Julie Ainger

It pays to have the dirt.The ugly business of depth and destruction.The deeper the well.The deeper the tell.A rolling stone may gather no moss, but the deeper the lie, the deeper the smell. The smell of a rat.🐀A chump. May be the only one telling the truth, the whole truth. Nothing but the truth. What a place to be. On the wrong side of the law AND a lie that has been going on and on and on and on and,For so, so long. Advantaging for some. Death defying even. The end of life is never pretty, organized or motivational. Somewhere along the lin...

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“A Force to be Reckoned With.” by Julie Ainger

Love.Ugh. A four letter word😏.Love demands. (pf) A lot. Of us. Ourselves.It presents itself in a myriad of ways and means and meanings.Demanding. Yep.Impossible at times. Most certainly. The expectation of one thing. And then getting another thing. Often leaves us scratching our heads.It requires a self-discipline beyond human measure. A compassion that knows no bounds. A responsibility to put another’s needs before our very own. The friendship of diving in the deep end with another human with work and courage all mixed together in a perseve...

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“Keep Watch. Stay Ready.” by Julie Ainger

The Alpha.The Omega.First.Last.Beginning.End.Alway and Always.”The end will restore what was broken in the beginning.” (psp)Sometimes we search and search for a heaven-like existence down here on planet earth. We care to look heavenly, eat heavenly, smoke heavenly etcetera. We obsess about winning. Beating the other guy. Frenemies and enemies waltz and dance. Lie and cheat. Skirt important issues about life double crossing each other and separating the minutiae of truth with a sharp knife.We walk along trying to make sense of the waltz’s and...

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