Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Narc, Narco or Narci? How DO drugs move through the system?” by Julie Ainger

You’d be surprised. Or.Perhaps you would not.Maybe you even, already know…..By now, am fairly certain and sure you and ya’ll are tired of the ole’ “When I was a kid stories”.Please indulge in this informational knowledge. It could help you in the long run. I am not just sitting here looking this good without a little “help”. When lightning strikes once, don’t stand under a tree. If it strikes twice, consider yourself redeemed.Pass it on.Here is a little street talk about an activity called: Tattle telling. A tattle tale. As in “telling on so...

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“The train wreck. If we agree to disagree, who will pay the price? Inheritance divides.” by Julie Ainger

Be careful when looking out a window. Because it tends to lead to staring out the window. And worst of all.Falling asleep. 🥱Missing your stop.Missing a moment.Of someone waiting on you and your efforts. To pick them up. To buoy them. If you are in the right frame of mind. Or have an awareness of the world and its usual trials, tribulations. It pays to have access to anAwareness.Of the fight.Abilities.In the fightCapabilities.During the fight.I think we may all agree that confusion can be a killer. In more ways than one. Not to be confused wi...

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“The measure of a man I call my Father” by Julie Ainger

Today’s math lesson is about measurement, weights and measures.The statisticians in the crowd may find the lessons of this man’s life difficult to understand and the lessons taught daily by this man a bit “boring”.My Father. A man in every sense of the word.If this happens to be not dramatic enough for your likes, all I can say is I do have pity on you.A man. A faithful man. A faith-filled man. Heroic in some ways and broken in other ways. Beaten down by a life he was given by God. But a true man in the sense he cared. About his God, how God...

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“Survival, Arrival, Woo Hoo! and Significant Traditions.” by Julie Ainger

If it does not mean anything, does it mean anything?Planes, Trains or Automobiles.Vows or Wows?Or just bored and time for a name change? Sometimes, it just does not work. So you gotta work it? Work at it? Complain because “It’s too hard”. Bail. Bail out.Like I said. Gotta work it.Be-bunked? De-banked? De-clunked?Like I said, gotta work it.We all remember our first love.I kinda like, actually loved mine. My first clunker. Even though it left me for dead on the side of the road.Sold for $50.00. For parts. And along with it the fondest of memor...

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“I don’t know why our identities cry in this boxing ring of life. ” by Julie Ainger

My heart aches again.Struggled mightily with the decision.As to whether this blog-o-thoughts qualifies as a horror story or a bonafide nightmare.While contemplating my “choices” I hedged, wavered, looked away, thought it couldn’t be so. All those things one thinks when they have completely lost vital components in their life.Trust. Meaning. Belonging.So, in the spirit of nourishing one’s soul. I simply “hit” the sad button. That way, there is a little room for movement, I suppose. I hope. At this point I am down trodden.The real prompt I fol...

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“Allhallowtide” by Julie Ainger

At the end of this month comes a day that for some is the best holiday of the year! The one day of the year where it is ok even acceptable to dress up like someone we are not.Yep. Even a monster.The trick or some may say the treat comes in knowing the difference. Knowing the differences.Knowing it when you see it. Or for some of us ghouls or goblins.Feeling it when you know it. A feeling of dread. Lock step with the feeling of euphoria sometimes. Helplessly and oftentimes repeatedly forcing down into our core our caricatured monsters, deeper...

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“Concessions and Confetti? Or Confessions and Collections? Stealing Home.” by Julie Ainger

Rules of the Road.Driving on the left with this kind of traffic was not what I thought it would be, not what I bargained for.A picture pops into my mind as I nervously await to hear my number called. This is not the first time I have been in this particular kind of building, but it feels akin to having one’s teeth pulled without Novocain.Maybe that has been the plan all along…..I wonder how it became so easy to avoid some traffic and at the same time run smack dab into a traffic jam of a gargantuan-parking lot on a supposedly fast moving cem...

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“My brother from another Mother. ” by Julie Ainger

When does it matter?When doesn’t matter?Whether you areBlack or White?I know what I think.Because I have a brother.From.Another.Mother.Where did he “come from”. I might add, some folks wonder the same thing about.Me.🤪And I supposedly know where I “came from”.I do not know where he “came from”.But I do know there was a time when we walked a similar path of an existence. And it was nothing more than an innocent and learned experience of lifelong:Respect.Regard.Reflection.And. A dog.To guard and help guard the secrets.Of some of the “roadblocks...

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“Solid Solidarity: Solids, Liquids, Gas, Mass, Worship and Warship.” by Julie Ainger

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.This may seem counter intuitive when young. When naïveté is the sincerest form of flattery. But it is more complicated. And to know the nuances sooner rather than later is good. Even prudent.Think of it this way, kinda like a science fair project. In the end, too much liquid simply forces us to race, (to the loo, toilet, tree, restroom, bathroom, men’s room, women’s room) In addition, it drowns out our reason, and saturates our sorrow. Generally speaking into a puddle of broken promises left ...

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“The Dangling Participle or Proprioceptor? The Beauty of English. ” by Julie Ainger

Whoa.Know it When You See It? The Good. The Bad. The Ugly. Or in today’s youth and “Meme’s” terms— the “Fugly”.Please allow me a second confession: I was required to consult my dictionary and thesaurus for the meaning of the word “Meme” and Fugly.That makes me older than 50, but younger than 100. 😳Now to unpack it all.Sit back and relax. Today is gonna be a bit boring. Or should I express, “say better”, properly—“is going to be.” Yes. The Second choice. The bonafide beauty of the English language should never be understated. That is why I we...

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“Hook, Line and Sinker. To Pander or To Ponder. The Abyss of the Great Wide Gulf and Golf of Divide.” by Julie Ainger

Gullible, Galable, Guyable or Buyable?Let’s just say it and then “Ka-Ching”? Or better to politely just ask for it? “Kerplunk”?What is your price? What is your price range?What is your cost? Or perhaps the better question is what is your worth? What do you think you are worth?Ouch.In the Abyss of Egoism, do you, can you bend in compassion before the wounds that suffer. (PF) Or is it just too painful to “watch”, see and easier to dis-believe. To just accept the indifference of Inequalties and Marginalization. To not believe.Can you be bought?...

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“A trophy or atrophy? In the margins with our shame and denial.” by Julie Ainger

What say you?Mr. or Mrs. or Ms. or Mz. or He. or She. or Him. or Her….or “It.”What say YOU?The last we all knew, you were still a YOU. And we are all Yous. Used at times. Sure. Useful. Yes. That too.What happened? What “gotcha” that caused you to doubt, causing you to cross over to another side? A dark side?Too many choices? Too many multiple choices? Not nearly enough true and false-s? Not enough one-page essays?The Four A’s?Alright. Always. Accepted. Again.The Four B’s?Beautiful. Big. Bold. Bouncy.The Four C’s?Cool. Consequences. Carot. Ca...

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“Mind the Gap. A Poignant Pass and our Duty to Catch Ourselves” by Julie Ainger

“I did not ask for this!”Paul lamented as he stomped his foot on the ground. “Why is nobody listening?”“Round and round and round we go. Where it stops nobody knows.”….A dizzying feeling of angst. He thought as he felt a familiar feeling of dread. Circles are good, yes?…They join. Yes? Paul considered.Sometimes.Why are we skeptical. Why do we allow ourselves to remain in a constant state of skepticism when goodness and proof are all around us? Why do we allow ourselves only tunnel vision. Convincing ourselves we are right and they are wrong?...

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“Allusion, Illusion, PotAtoes, PotOtoes, TomAtoes,TomOtoes.” by Julie Ainger

A Catch-22?In common speech, “Catch-22” has come to describe any absurd or no-win situation.Like the saying goes? “You win some you lose some”.Nope.It is simple. But. It is not easy.But for the sake of argument. Let’s explore.Fact: To do so, to explore, requires of us all that we all have a brain.And. We all do.Fact: The field is level! Hurray!Let us begin!And.Let’s go!:Allusion. Did you know? Allusion is considered A figure of Speech. In which an object or circumstances from unrelated context is referred to covertly or indirectly.Covertly k...

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“Be as Shrewd as Snakes…….” by Julie Ainger

And as Innocent as Doves.The Shrewd Manager:”Jesus said to his disciples, “There was a rich man who had a manager, and he was told that the manager was wasting his master’s money. He called him in and said, ‘What is this I hear about you? Turn in a complete account of your handling of my property, because you cannot be my manager any longer.’ “My manager is going to dismiss me from my job, the man said to himself.’ ‘What shall I do? I am not strong enough to dig ditches, and I am ashamed to beg. Now I know what I will do! Then when my job is...

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