Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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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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“Resentful Revenge and the Silent Soufflé of Missing the Main Point” by Julie Ainger

Perusing the possibilities. Whatcha lookin’ for?Tan. Brown. Black. Or Bone.Baked?A dish.Until puffed up.Quite a dish.When the air is void, out of the careful constructive early or morning creation.A collapse of all that is innocent.Is a mish mosh of straw-slurping delections,So “yummy”.Truth be told.The truth is rarely told. (rs)In the meantime?Slicing.Dicing.Hoping.Pounding.Beating.Swishing.Flipping.Will not make it all go away.Savory or Sweet.Makes little difference.Blow a bubble?Blow a Souffler?Blow it out your barracks bag.Even at broile...

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“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” by Julie Ainger

The Confirmation of Conformation.Ouch.That CAN actually hurt.What?A pinch of the cheek?🥹Possibly.A pinch of salt.😲Tasty?Possibly.Ohhhhhhhhhhh.Yes. How in the world did I miss the obvious one?A pinch of forgiveness.😇Most assuredly.Hurts.As in OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Leaves a bad taste in someone’s mouth, too. Someones’s mouths. With the rush to judgment as swift and quick as a dash for the Listerine—( the non-alcoholic option, of course)Parsley anyone?……..The missing ingredient to wholeness?Many are called.Few are chosen.The gift of God, keeps on...

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“Hand Held” by Julie Ainger

Invisible.Yet.Out in the open.Hidden.LikeA heart on a sleeve.Gone.But not forgotten.Bent.But not broken.Tested.Beyond measure.Fallen.Cannot get up.Tripped over.Didn’t see it coming.Skipped over.Time and again.Whispers.To a scream.Nightmare.Instead of a dream.Ridiculed.By those who knew better.Recipient.Time and again.Running around.In circles.Boxed in.Boxed out.Checked in.Checked out.IntimidationSilences again.Barriers to communication come at us with our own hands and the hands of one another. Barriers come from behind when the final goal i...

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“Object permanence ” by Julie Ainger

Tracking displacement is an exercise in the strength of the soul.Day to Day.Day by Day.We all have many and specific opportunities to live in service of one another.Day to Day.Day by Day.There are many factors, many influencers, many roadblocks that hinder our best efforts and energies in doing the right thing. In serving others with love and care.We don’t always know it when we see it.The opportunity.We struggle and fight for a place in this world which oftentimes seems so fleeting and cheap. We wish for more. We hope for more. In the end w...

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“The Book Report about Falling Short” by Julie Ainger

“To err is human, to forgive is divine.” (ap)An Essay in Criticism, by Alexander Pope. As writing in Eighteenth Century Pope’s Essay, goes:Some tidbits of wisdom.“Bad criticism does greater harm than bad writing.””True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,/ As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance. (ap)💃🕺🏻“A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.” (ap)Indeed.Sliced, dices, blown to smithereens in some instances.Fast forward to the now that is this century.Information recycling takes on whole new meanings ofTruth or Dare.Force th...

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