Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Throwing shade? Dropping the ball? Running in circles?” by Julie Ainger

How will I know?If He really loves me?How will I know?If she really loves me?Would you, really know it when you see it?It can be dicey.It can be all about attitude.It can be near to impossible to “tell.”It can be running under a rock time.Defined, by the old fashioned dictionary as “subtle, sneering expression of contempt for or disgust with someone—sometimes verbal, sometimes not.”Sounds dreadful, either way you slice it, or throw it.Can’t we all just get along? Live and let live?Maybe some day.For now.Throwing.Blocking.Blah. Blah. Blah.Dou...

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“God does not play dice.” by Julie Ainger

God does not play dice.. (AE)The definition of insanity.Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.Witty sat down. To ponder. What in the world is happening to the world he once knew. He learned, in science class, that basically, “it is what it is.” Whatever this is supposed to mean……or that…………is supposed to mean. He thought.What did Witty want? A stupendous result?…. What was actually happening? A chaotic mess of unintended particles gettingjiggy with it and each other having no real idea why. World “order”?Why. Do ...

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“Presumptions and Preconceptions and Projections.” by Julie Ainger

“The devil made me do it!” Bolster replied.My doubts overwhelmed my better nature and the whispers became a scream of “Stop it”. Overpowering.Bolster felt buttressed😊by the unwavering support, he felt.Why? Because folks were gunning for Bolster. Any arsenal of excuses and reason held within his holster, he called it the “Bolster Holster” was becoming quite dwindled in all the corruption and obstruction.In reality.There were only weak matches for Bolster.Weak matches. Ancillary, corroborative only to the extent of “hearsay.” As in, “ I heard ...

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“The Story of Jealousia” by Julie Ainger

Here. There. Everywhere. Jealousia traveled far and wide, deep and far to wreak havoc. A never ending ness of hope and hate and all things grass. It was sad. So, so sad. Jealousia had been given so much free stuff. One would think, or hope, Jealousia would stop running away from the truth.Jealousia forgot. Where Jealousia came from. Terrible things occur when this happens. When we forget either intentionally or honestly. Jealousia’s favorite bonanza of thoughts, words and actions include lying, cheating stealing and pretending.Jealousia used...

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“Confunction Junction. What’s Your Function?” by Julie Ainger

Once upon a time.In another universe.There was a bill. Who manically sang:”I’m just a bill. Yes. I’m only a bill.And I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill.”He was.A cute little fella.Of a bill.Pacing back and forth.Waiting to be heard.Ah. Yes. A cute little fella.He was.She was.That cute little bill.Little did he know.And for all intents and purposes, from here on out, we will call our little friend a “he”. If for any reason another than respect.Of.Our Founding Fathers.🤓. There were. After all. The Founders. And Fathers.Yes. Yes. We know. Well. M...

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“Burnt Toast” by Julie Ainger

It’s hot.How hot?It’s so hot.How hot?”Baking like a Toaster Cheeser!”🧀🧀Hot.☺️Yes. Long. Hot .Summer Days. The ultimate foot long. Mustard. An ice cold soda pop. Those were the good ole days. Dusty fields. Sticks for bats. Over the fence balls.☺️Metaphorically speaking, of course. Good memories. Tossed aside like yesterdays meme or the day before’s giff.Rhetorically speaking: “ How do you catch a squirrel?”…….Climb a tree and act like a nut.🫵🏻The days of “Let’s be blood brothers.” Swapping blood on the playgrounds of our lives. Poking our pin...

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“The line dance of lies. The Trance, Ecstatic Dance ,Twerking Jerk? Cultural or Calculating?” by Julie Ainger

“Two left feet.” Often wondered….Silently, internally and othertimes, sometimes with happy feet.How to decipher, draw the line, between the line of:The line dance of lies.Remember when?The “Hustle” was a dance?Ahh. The good old times.Two steps forward.One step back.Side to Side.Long gone are those days. Cool dresses. Tight pants. Bling. Bling. Bling.Any hip action, added, for measure, was a choice. Or a “choice” depending upon the glitterati and short skirts☺️.Rhythum Schmythm.For sure.Some folks DO move better than others.The Trance. A new ...

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“Bittersweet Grudgematch #10.000.000000.000000.00000……” by Julie Ainger

Your mission. Should you accept.These were the words he heard. As his Mother and Father stood over him, dispensing his punishment.The crime?Mud.Coming home. Late. Covered in mud. It was only 9:00 am and the new day had just begun.Dang it.The creek was too darn enticing. Too darn inviting. What was he to do? Walk past with out touching the clear creek water. Without the toss of small rocks and pebbles with a perfect skim atop the water. Stick a toe in? C’mon.Temptation is making me wait.All of the sudden.Splash, Plunk, Hurray!It wasn’t his fa...

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“How to make a pretzel with gruel. ” by Julie Ainger

Justice. Mercy. Faithfulness.The grandiosity of the giver.The humbleness of the taker.Freeing up the loins of services and monetary compensation. For the free society to take on the responsibilities resplendent with protection of the peasants they serve.Cept’ no one is willing to eat the humble pie today. Here. There. Everywhere. Anywhere. It is difficult to admit to hunger when the mind wanders and worries about where the next meal will come from.Couldn’t ‘ya just order a pizza? Or at least in joyful obedience, share a moral, a morsel, a ti...

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“Surreality. God peaks. God speaks.” by Julie Ainger

One week ago today, we were all, pretty much frozen in the moment. Frozen in time. Frozen with fear.Was it was a dream? In reality, it was a nightmare.After all. He looks seriously, very seriously at those who can carry the message with grace, honor and strength.We all waited, with a bated breath of heart, to see if he was ok. A loud, frightening bullet of truth passed before our very eyes. Of good and evil.Only God knows.When it is our time. To go.By God’s grace, and His grace alone, the one man who took the hit, gathered himself, andStood ...

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“More pure than any snow.” by Julie Ainger

Personal Responsibility in the jungle out there called life is not for the weary. Not for the wretched. Not for the wronged. When the name of the game is wrong, what is anyone to do?How much more can we take when there is already plenty to go around?How much More can we learn if we simply stop, look and listen to what we alone are doing. To one another.The four letter word? At this moment in time, it is so far away from hope. Have we become “too far gone?” Is there even a minute possibility we can agree to disagree? Humanly. Respectfully. St...

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“Pick One. Either “My lips are sealed” or “Kiss my a**!”” by Julie Ainger

He said. She said.He said, “Pucker up!”She said. “No way.”He said, “ Either get with the program, or get out!”So.She walked out to gather the thoughts of the lies and innuendos.Stormed back in with what was left out on the field with the rest of the schmucks.”Why the cover? Of one another? She said. Not really asking, but begging for a “Why?”“Whose side are you on?” he said.She said, “The side of admittance.” That there are truths and consequences for lies and inadmittances.”He had moved on. For understandable reasons.”The past is the past.”...

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“Freezeframe, Flashbacks, Images and Likenesses” by Julie Ainger

Bread breaking by Bread:“If a pictures paints a thousand wordsThen why can’t I paint you? The words will never show “the you” I’ve come to know.If a face could launch a thousand shipsThen where am I to go?There’s no one home but youYou’re all that’s left me tooAnd when my love for life is running dryYou come and pour yourself on to me.If a man could be two places at one timeI’d be with youTomorrow and today, beside you all the way.If the world should stop recolvin’, spinin’ slowly down to dieI’d spend the end with youAnd when the world was t...

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“Blob and beauty in the eye of the beholder” by Julie Ainger

It was hard to describe.Indescribable, even.It didn’t look like much to him.It looked like everything to her.Disagreement abounds. And. Would for a very, very long time. Infiltrating in ways big and small. It sucked the energy not only out of the room but out of the soul, at times.There are two sides to every story.One is lie and one is truth.One good egg versus bad egg versus over egg versus sunny side up.For what seemed like an eternity—the secrets and truths of one another battle on when words don’t adequate. The blob takes on a life all ...

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“Three Most Difficult Words and the Envoy of Envies.” by Julie Ainger

The three most difficult words.To utter.To mutter.Mumble.Stumble.Grumble.To admit.We were wrong.(Hint: Not the three words……….)Admittance of guilt.We are there.In the state of confusion.In a state of who is on first.In a state of haze and daze and incessant finger point.Lowering the bar at all costs.Mostly at one another’s—cost.In order to raise ourselves up higher and higher.By any ways or means or leans.Intentions. Motivations.And. The like.Three important words.What is love?Nope.Not it.What is hate?Nope.Not it either.What is hurt?………When ...

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