Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Skin in the Game= Changing the Narrative=Nature v. Nurture=The Way You Are” by Julie Ainger

MEMOTO: The Grown Ups.FROM: The Kids. The Real Kids.DATE: Rapidly becoming too lateRE: Hard WorkHere are our wants. Hear are our needs: FREE TO BE, ME, ME, ME!PLEASE LISTEN UP!!With device permission, We heard a song, we would like to share with the Grown Ups. A “borrow” of “lines” that would crucially benefit the Grown Ups to hear:Hopefully tic toc will listen too. Can you work hard on the facts that connecting our inner light is a part of our natural light? Can YOU connect to that one point Grown Ups???We youngins’ don’t hold out much hope...

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“Game called. The Copycat goes down Swinging. ” by Julie Ainger

Game. Set. Match.Game Over.Extra Innings.Lovely ball.Overtime.Double Overtime.End in tie.Disqualification.Qualification.Change your thinking.Change your mind.Change your body.Muscle up.Liquor up.Steroid up.For Goodness sake: Base up you blockheads and play like a man. Take it like a man.If you are a man. If you are not a man, play like a woman. Take it like a woman.Egads. The differences are not out of control. The people who think incessantly about the differences are out of control.Base up you blockheads.Grantland Rice wrote a poem about t...

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“FAPE, FREEDOM and FERPA” by Julie Ainger

Jorge searched the list, The Best Seller List: He knew what he wanted needed and was necessary. Lessons,prudent, common sense advice for a full life, a life well lived. Jorge yearned for a A Book Recommendation that was:The Textbook of all Textbooks. Inclusive, Environmentally “Friendly”, something he could sink his teeth into, feel the pages as he turned, touch the words as they were consumed. Carry with him in his heart and mind daily. A collection of earnest wisdom that, contrary to its many cynics and critics, has the tenacity to continu...

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“THE FACE RACE.” by Julie Ainger

Is this a joke?Because it is not funny. Cruel and Unusual Punishment. Never is. Funny. Neither is using another’s identity as a means to an end. A means to your ends.Perhaps, from your viewpoint, this “is what it is”. But. Really. It is not what it is.Here. It is:The Land of the Free.Home of the Brave.Bravery. Are you aware of the definition? If not, please for the sake of the rest of us, consult a dictionary. And. For.God’s Sake. Wait your turn. But if, and only if, you actuallyBelieve in the God whose name you invoke. Who you say you are “...

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“To be Understood and to Understand” by Julie Ainger

There is a BIG difference between Obvious and Oblivious.“Doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.”Actually. Yes. It does.“Playing the Game”.Protecting the integrity of the game is the name of the game.And at times, Life will seem like a game. Strategies, Motivational speeches and talks, meetings, are a game in and of itself.Know the rules, so you know how to break them? Maybe.Best rule of thumb is to get it best the first time.Even though it may not seem like it right now, some rules are NEVER made to be broken. They ex...

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“Tears or Fears?” by Julie Ainger

Nice try.Not buying it.Never been much of a shopper.More of a “know it when I see it”, kinda thing.The future is never written in stone.Character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed.Is that what you meant by “character”?………The character in the prompt, assigned to write about today? I wasn’t sure.Challenge accepted.Sewing or sowing has nothing to do with it. Without proper nourishment, proper nuture, nothing grows, much less is able to be measured with a yard stick on a door. Thread...

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“Too much of a good thing.” by Julie Ainger

When to say when.Certain “things” put into the wrong hands, is bad. For everyone. Eventually. One way or another. In the long run. In the short run.One man’s leisurely stroll in the sun, is another man’s daily trek to find shade from the burning rays of no shelter. No umbrella. No cover. No coverage. Perhaps it was already given to another for reasons that were destined to become too late and not “enough”..for the rest. Trekking into the sunset with the pittance on their own after trekking daily to get from here to there in the endless sun-f...

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“The Peace that Passes Understanding.” by Julie Ainger

“Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile”. Albert Einstein“It’s really not funny.” “Why are you laughing? Jon was not amused.Crimes. Civil or against humanity are never “comical”, sense of humor-provoking or rational. Repetition? Good for the soul? Or. Good for your “Expectations.” An unhealthy pattern of collective indigestion and horrible heart burn introduced and induced with no bonafide remedies on the horizon. No pepto Bismol, (although things are abysmal) or Tums to offset the burn. Packaged, packaging and re-packaging of the...

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“The Best Revenge” by Julie Ainger

Whoa!!Today’s assignment, the hook, the bait. So many words, I hope I don’t,Forget.History matters.Memories fade. Looks fade. Ink fades.Shades fade.Capabilities fade. Abilities fade.Remember kids. “There are HEROES. There are LEGENDS. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart kids and you’ll never go wrong.”Never argue with someone who believes their own lies. The best way to handle this trap, this maneuver, this “spit ball”. Is convince the opponent you believe what he said. And then. Aim. Spit. Fire it in. Really fast...

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“Learning to walk. ” by Julie Ainger

Waking up.Choices. Decisions. Options. Action.A Decision made is a decision lived.”Things are pretty messed up” Jay thought. As he sat on the ground, near a majestic tree, leaning on the trunk, feeling like a blob. Fog filled his head, permeating into his vision, clogging his ears, reducing his breathing to short, pitchy breathes, a smell of rotten and rotted aura filled the air, leaving a very bad taste in his mouth.He wearily lifted his head up, scanned the area in front of him, looked left, looked right, and thought, “What happened?” Feel...

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“Everything old is new again.” by Julie Ainger

One man’s trash may be another man’s treasure.Sometimes it requires seeing things in a different light.Janie loved her Drowsy doll. As many kids do while growing older, they possess a special toy, stuffed animal, blanket. A companion toy, a “security” blanket. Janie had one such doll. Pixie-blonde bowl haircut, dressed in a pink and white polka dotted onesie, with eyes half-closed. Drowsy was a trusted companion and playmate. Drowsy was an original, a first of its kind to exist. New. Novel. For the ‘60’s and ‘70’s.Drowsy was there through th...

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“Gestures and Genuflection” by Julie Ainger

Saint Valentine’s Day. The celebration of love and affection. The rose is red, the violet’s blue The honey’s sweet, and so are you Thou art my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine: The lot was cast and then I drew, And Fortune said it shou’d be you. The modern cliche’ Valentine’s Day poem can be found in Gammer Gurton’s Garland (1784) You read that correctly 1-7-8-4. A collection of English Nursery Rhymes published in London. Clearly, the writer has yet to experience “Bumble” or “Hinge”, “Mingle”. “Silver” this or “Silve...

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“A sign of the times.” by Julie Ainger

Doors open. Doors close.Harsh. Kinda goes down in a lump, heh.It would be selfish to assume if one door closes, another opens. This is akin to a cat chasing its tail. Foolishly assume if one opens, another closes.. Also akin to a cat chasing its tail. Please do not fall for it. Please do not fall for it.Generations ago, conversations surrounding Religion and Politics were considered “taboo”. Not openly discussed, debated out of respect to our fellow men. Healthy respect for human privacy. No signaling. No time to signal. Hard work awaited. S...

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“Don’t judge a book by its cover🙃” by Julie Ainger

Well. Isn’t that why we are “here” writing our little hearts out……?Nope. Read and follow along friend! A real page turner!Chittycat the chit chat roamed the neighborhood looking for someone to talk to. Boy oh boy did Chittycat love to control the message(s) for the Newcomers in town. Just call Chittycat the furry, cute Welcome Wagon of Feline Heights.Chittycat and the kittysistants roam around scratch and knock on doors. Lurking slowly but surely to see if there was any new meat in town. One of the prerequisite talents of the Feline Heights ...

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“A faceless world” by Julie Ainger

The right thing to do. No worries. I “heard” the titles. The challenge of the assignment: Develop a story about a “nameless” world. Use our character or name “generator”. If I have to use that, does the requirement include selling my soul at the same time? Can you please explain the rules. My point comes from a place of, “I don’t get it”. Personally. As the possibility of one developing teen and/or young adult may read this, I for one, could not in good conscience sell their soul(s). I would not even think to ask their permission eithe...

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