Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“I knew you when……” by Julie Ainger

Once upon a time trust seemed so naive, so innocent.We knew one another before we could talk, before we could walk.The unspoken word became the glue, the bond that held our lives together in a bonded state of growth and friendship. Through our younger, through our formative years. Trust founded on trying to figure out a big world within the moldable and kind mind of a maturing body.Exactly.Then.One day.Trust is broken.Forever.There were signs, symptoms and circumstances that eked their way into daily interactions. On the playground, in the c...

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“Incredulously, incorrigibly incorruptibly incompetentable incredibleness😳” by Julie Ainger

I don’t know ‘bout you.But.I don’t know what to believe anymore.I look ahead.I look behind.It all looks the same.Vast.Endless.Dry.Cracked.A bit hard on the feet.I proceeded forward, anyway.With hope in my heart.More importantly.Reality in my head.Throughout my existence, I sought to handle reality with ease.Give me a stack of Bibles.And I will swear over them.About it.To it.With personal responsibility as my guide.With the respect of a tiny bug looking up at the bottom of a shoe working its way down swiftly to stomp on,Me.My numero nuo goal...

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“Buy ins. Buy outs. By inns. By oughts. Pay for play. Schemes or memes.?” by Julie Ainger

Theories.Stories.Fact based.Wish based.Hoped based.Doomed based.The spirit of the up and coming European originated holiday called: Halloween.The holiday was “deferred.”To another.In the interest of “affordability.”Possibly due to lack of funding.Spun.Not good.Spinning out of control.Not good, too.Usually, consistently, Oftenly. In times of hardship, in times of life or death decisions.Leadership is birthed.Will you be sleeping when it is?Are you hungry? Enough?To care for the long haul?…..May the ones who “like” blood on their hands step fo...

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“Find the time that frees us” by Julie Ainger

Too many cooks in the kitchen?Or.Many hands make light work?Success and failure are our oftentimes our most valuable teachers.What the cost is, is the difference between freedom and self-hostage behavior.The loss of meaning may just be the worst evil there is. Without meaning, so much is lost. We blame others. We blames ourselves. We blame God. We go no where. We become lost.Lost.To self.To others.We become so lost in the battle we forget the reason we fight.We want so much an invitation to the banquet, an invitation to the dance.We forget. ...

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“First instinct fallacy in a dog eat dog world” by Julie Ainger

Guess again.😜Decisions.DECISIONS. decisions.Possibilities. POSSIBILITIES. possibilities.Endless. Abruptly ending.Running around in circles.Heading in a straight and forward direction.No more back sliding.The down pour made it near to impossible to see anything. Up ahead. Behind. Peripherally. Anyway. Kinda preferred, that day at least, to not be an early Halloween casualty and get struck by lightning. The thunder was booming. I had to be somewhere. Anywhere but out here.At the moment.Finding shelter from the rain is a street smart kind of th...

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“Conscience” by Julie Ainger

What happens in the dead of night.The images were stunning. The eyes could only track the misery from left to right, up and down. It was all too much. All there was to do was look. Watch. Images with a strong magnetic attraction. The inability to look away. Sticks in the mind forever.Worst of all.Not being able to make sense of the horror on the photographic loops broadcast on the screens. Stunning horror. Tears, screams. People running amok, smoke, murmurs and shouts. Gun shots. Looks of horrific fear.As I looked around, the rest of the bui...

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“No.” by Julie Ainger

Actions speak louder than words.Words can become a marbled mouthful of verbal gymnastics.Violence.Only adds to the heart of the matter.That.And. Agendas. Leadership laden with lack of it.And.Please.Can we keep the grandkids out of it?In the interest of fairness.Equality for all.Haven’t we exhausted the playing field of “equity” to the point ofDeath.The shift.Is here.Where will you stand when the ground cracks beneath you and you fall in the rabbit hole of the destructive.Atrocities.Wait.Just.A.Second.Becore you hop on the next plane “outta h...

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“The world of wokedom. Do I tik tok, twerk, tweet, or tweak?” by Julie Ainger

True or false.Multiple choice.All of the above?Questions faced by persons, by families, persons, legal and illegal citizens.Walls up.Walls down.Prophetic either way.A new different.Let’s call it that.Death. And life.Life and death have a way of insidiously sorting through the remains of life.Sounds dreadfulAnd it can be.For example. One side suggests de-programming. Of a constitutional right. Of others. Especially a bonafide citizen. How can the suggestion and subsequent verbalization be taken seriously? Will give an ounce of recognition, bu...

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“Money and the root of all evil in the dereliction of duty dance.” by Julie Ainger

Opportunity knocks.Will you answer.Won’t you answer.How will you answer.How may you answer.The Call.His Call.His call about the accountability of your actions.For good.For evil.For benefit.For competitive benefit.For points.Disclaimer: I am not afraid to die.No.No.No.No need to call the de-funded police about my claim.I really am fine.And to boot: I do not plan to leave here any time soon.No matter what comes my way, in any way, shape or form.Why?My skin is thicker than it looks.And.I like people.I know what I am up against.What we all are o...

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“Day by day in the shackles of existence” by Julie Ainger

Well.At least there was light.To guide me out of the way of where I was currently headed.And where I was headed was a place I had already been.So familiar.So rote.So used to the situation.So used to the same old circumstances.Did not know I had options.Didn’t know I could say,”No.”That was generally reserved for others to say to me.When I got in their way.Which seemed to be a lot.Often even.Not knowing where to turn to.Or which way to go from here.It was always so strangely familiar.The feelings of animosity. Pointed in my direction.On the o...

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“Strict Performance. Strict Scrutiny.” by Julie Ainger

It is hard.Allow me.To indulge.Maybe, even toquote Pop Music.Thank you.For your patience.For your indulgence.Because, you see, I was born this way. ☺️😲.And.You were born that way.Depending upon your definition of “normal”.I throw it back to you and seriously toYOUR intentions.For the rest of today.Tomorrow.I have been told.It matters.Depending upon how your”look” at the future.What you hope to gain.What you hope to lose.In the process.of living life, of course.Trampling the enemy.(gb)Trampled under them, over them.Stepping all over them.Grou...

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“Fasten your seatbelts. Living on and in the periphery of perilous peripheral vision. ” by Julie Ainger

It doesn’t really bother me.That I have already been bumping into walls before any of you were even born.🫤Disclaimer: Not. A graceful swan.☺️My ‘noggin. Though. It is tough as nails.Your ‘noggin.Not so cut and dry.Perhaps you have been subscribing to the idea that,“It takes a village.”For far too to long.Helping your here to there, there to here path.Okay.Not my problem anymore?Right?Depends. Upon what it depends on.My apologies.But.It was never in my….blood.To subscribe to the activity ofScrewing another.In the interest of.Screwing another....

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“Hangry” by Julie Ainger

The way I see it.There is never a zero star meal deserving of a zero star.If I do not have to cook it, I will like it🙂.Call me lazy.But let’s be honest.Sometimes the bag of chips is what feeds the pie hole just fine.TransparencySpontaneity.TransparencySpontaneityAll well and good.Good markers of commitment.Good markers of communication.When the meal ticket is cashed in on.Then what?What happens after that?What commitment WAS just made, without a knowing mind, a knowing heart.All of the sudden the meal sits like a lump in the throat, like a b...

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“Barking up the wrong tree.” by Julie Ainger

How desperate are you?I have my guesses.My opinions too.Most of all.Experiences.And many notable notables have extended the hand of generous wisdom in saying. The quiet part out loud:Experience IS the best teacher.You made your bed. And. Now. You must lie in it.Albeit.Alone.Without me.In itAt the foot.Or anywhere else for that matter.I cannot help you.In that way anymore.I “awarded” you the freedom so long ago.Clarification: You awarded yourself the freedom to browse as you wished. And.Forgot to tell me.Thus. leaving important parts of us to...

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“Doesn’t pass the smell test.” by Julie Ainger

Malodour lingered long after the bash, the blow out had ended.So did Stenchy.Neandering about picking and flipping up the Solo cups and napkins, throwing the brown bags of empty this or that in the giant bin out back.Maladour initiated the damage control plan as the two of them walked about assessing the turned over and chaotic scene before them. The character assasins and the evil doing takes a depth of character all its own. And these two were two peas in a pod.Would it ever be possible to channel their motivations and intentions for good?...

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