Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

Stories (463)

463 Stories

73 karma pts

?

“The bond that binds” by Julie Ainger

Where has the time gone?A kid I grew up with has a birthday today.🙂Only with God’s grace and a willingness to learn the ropes.Are we still smiling. And still talking to each other.Headstrong persons butt heads from time to time.Wait. You wonder. That’s the bar? The bar you set for a successful existence?No. Not at all. But to say I have learned all the answers would be trite and stupid.I remember with great clarity and vividness when we first met.It was the second of the two best days ever.🙂🙂It is an overwhelming thing. To have a person so a...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Special Delivery? Postal fraud and the break down of the order of the law, the order of the soul.” by Julie Ainger

Lots of things and persons being transported from here to there lately.Who decides which ones should be the recipient of the “Handle with Care” label. Scary times call for scary measures of poundage and time.Or. So I thought.But. Then again.Trust is something that can be chewed up and spit out.It was all so surreal.So.Violating.Did you know?It is illegal.Illegal to tamper with another person’s package.☺️When the rules and regulations are ignored willy nilly, not enforced, the gaping hole for diabolical nosey, handsy persons just continues on...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Conciliatory Constellations. Will the stars ever align?” by Julie Ainger

My head is pounding.My heart is pounding.My head is aching.My heart is aching.Like a bad, bad case of poison ivy.🌿🪴🌱🌾Sticky….. sticks around long enough toAnnoy.Tickles.But.Doesn’t tickle a person pink though.Tickles just enough to tick a person off, and out of bed.Leaves a scar, too.Just enough of a reminder to “take you back” to the insidious ways it introduced itself into your world “way back when”. Or maybe not so way back when. What the heck why be specific and picky now….when it doesn’t suit all the the needs of everyone.The necessary ...

0 comments 0
Read story

“It’s getting ugly. Love is not always roses and glory. ” by Julie Ainger

Bring it on.The things we do for love🫨Ready, willing and able?Yes.Willing to do what it takes.Yes.Willing to punch back.Yes.Willing to not accept.Yes.Willing to stand, really stand.Yes.Willing to live with a good disposition.Yes.Willing to live with a good disposition toward fellowship and sharing.Yes.Willing to resist benevolence at all costs.Yes.Willing to live in supportive companionship in distress or woe.Yes.Compassion comes close to the very heart.The very heart of moral awareness.Courage takes its stand by others.Compassion takes its ...

0 comments 0
Read story

“How do we know when the coast IS clear? Disambiguation and other strange bedfellows.” by Julie Ainger

Persons really need to stay out of other person’s bedrooms.Adversity insidiously strikes while the iron is hot.Most often when we are calm, cool and collected.Adversity practices its many forms, shapes and sizes in the corners of our minds.Etched there for reference and recompense. No one is ever owed anything good or bad.It does beg a question, though….What is the meaning?The meaning of the signs.The signs that our Lord is near.When the scorpion shows up?When the bull gets restless?When the serpent works to tip the boat?Depends on what you ...

0 comments 0
Read story

“The Octagonal Octogenarian and the Truncated Triple plus One” by Julie Ainger

Complete truncation?Rectification?We will all be waiting. A very long time for that to occur.On the regular octagon, there are eleven distinct symmetries.Who likes “regular” anyway.I am old enough to remember when Rubik and his cube came on the scene and indeed did “piss” a lot of people off-with the colored sides, fine motor skill requirements and critical thinking tests too.Me. I just threw it against the wall in a frustrated attempt to align all the colored, squares.Rubik just wasn’t my thing. It was my aversion to organize and separate a...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Real friends don’t let friends drive drunk” by Julie Ainger

He hangs out with me.He’s a “hanger- on- er”, if you willHe hangs on my every word.And I do all of the talking☺️He and I have some awesome debates.He rides along with me in the best of times, the worst of times.Oh!! the debates about life that we have.He takes me seriously, for my own sake.He takes my perspective and sees only the moral paradigm of my perspective. (wjb)It doesn’t make me feel creepy, nervous or worried that he is always looking at me.😉For I look to my little furry friend for a shoulder to cry on, a joke to share, a feeling t...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Are YOU serious?” by Julie Ainger

About anything?Serious about good.Serious about bad.Serious about this.Serious about that.Let me give you a hand.To feel as if you have a hand in “it”.The cookie jar?No.Something even better.The rock bottom way of escalating the one self back to the top.In the most miserably possibly honest way.Alone.On the island of I can do this. With guidance from my “peeps”.The ones I welcome in towalk the walkEven when I challenged them more than they may have deserved.on the open seas even.in the corner.Lotsa places.Takes a lot of gumption.It can real...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Sense, Sensibility, Senescence” by Julie Ainger

Can we stop?Can we please stop?Can we please stop it?We, and we alone are responsible.For the madness. For the unarguable fact we are the aliens that have over taken our planet.When in God’s name did we think we could change what He already made perfect?You.I, for one, am sick of it,Sick from it.Sick of hearing it.Sick of seeing it.Sick of hearing it.Sick of touching it.Sick of tasting it.Baloney.The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.A straight line.Unafraid of your bestest, fastest curve. Your curveball.My perceptions,...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Roots of Joy ” by Julie Ainger

When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.Are you closed in illusion? Shut down in the narrative of the same old same old?Can you, do you,Pick youself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.Or, murmur, mumble and mutter to yourself quietly “Nope, No way”.“I’m tired”.Or do you murmur, mumble and mutter just loud enough so that someone will assist you, help you to move your life in a new direction? In the honest to goodness plea to move in a different, better direction? A truthful direction. A God-given direction.Do whatever it takes to “Get i...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Sleeping with the enemy. Is blood thicker than water?” by Julie Ainger

Fool me once, shame on you.Fool me twice, shame on me.Once day, leaning over to read the fine print, one may find the self sensing something. Then, a head turn to the left,And.Bam.Face to face.With a person I used to know.Thought I knew.One of only two humans that I used to share a bed with.(I continue to be of the kind required to look up the word “promiscuous” in Websters, Oxford, Colin’s and Cambridge.)Why? So I would be certain to understand what it meant, it’s meanings. Explicitly and Implicitly.The face to face was awkward, weird even....

0 comments 0
Read story

“Conflict of Interest. ” by Julie Ainger

”Hey!” I wasn’t even in the room!Means I am innocent.Now.Get out of my way.Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.When the lies end.The truth begins.Selling a lie. (ct) Desperately hoping and attempting to cash in on another’s “stuff”. But. Only if it is the good “stuff”.The useable stuff.The appearance of propriety.Close calls. (bs)Dance all you want.Hopefully you have fit yourself into proper fitting shoes.No appearance of staggering or stumbling—Not now—with so much health at stake, so many’s health at stake.You may not be able to afford their 👞👢👡👠🥾🥿🩴...

0 comments 0
Read story

“The high road. The low road. The road less traveled. On tour w/the greed or green bus.” by Julie Ainger

“Tickets Please!””Tickets Please!”To conserve or not conserve that is the question.The war of words is becoming the epic battle of our times. Of the now. How about we call it “current events.”The difference between being awake and being woke.The race to the blab. The race to the “blah”. The race to the “blah, blah, blah. Well. We are there. Smack dab in the middle of the war on words, The war of worlds. Just make it look good. And by Gosh.Get. It.Done.Word on the street is law enforcement just signed a hefty contract with GM, leaving Ford in...

0 comments 0
Read story

“A Sharp Eye. ” by Julie Ainger

THE GOAT.Be the change you want to see.Trying to sell something that is not genuine is a daily lesson in futility.Debates swirl.Opinions abound.Competitions come.Competitions go.Breaking news comes.Breaking news goes.Gossip comes.Stirs the pot.Gossip goes.Throughout the trials of life, we bet, we hedge, we lie, we sneak and steal away the moments in life with which we care not to encounter or endure.Too difficult we run away from the truth.How to get back on track?Running in circles is never very fun. Oftentimes, like a dog, we chase our tai...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Cold-hearted snake.” by Julie Ainger

“Be as shrewd as snakes.”And.”As innocent as doves.”Strength can be discovered in delicate beings.🫵🏻.🕊️The “trick” is in recognizing it. Or them. Or us. Or it.It is never wise to judge a book by its COVER.Beneath all our surfaces simmers a cacophony of funny.As in, Isn’t it funny when reality hits us upside the noggin’.Again.Our prior way of thinking guided us to simply trust. Simply trust our way to oblivion. Simply ignore gut feelings when they grumbled their dis content at us. Destined to confuse hunger with common sense.And all for a pie...

0 comments 0
Read story

Author bio

Julie Ainger has not written a bio yet!