Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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463 Stories

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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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“Game. Set. Match. And. Other Algorithmic Cheats. ” by Julie Ainger

There are no shortcuts.The only way through, is through it.Through what?Life’s obstacle course.Your choice.Your mission.Should you choose.To accept:DISCLAIMER:[Next 1000written” words of an old fashioned duddy🤭]Nothin “racy” going on here.Thank you for spending a moment of your time, if you choose to turn and run.Best wishes! Really!Once upon a time🙂.It happened.What?In the moment, unsure exactly.However, for some strange and wonderful reason.Did not overthink it.With the ever present mindfulness of a top ten list of motivations and intenti...

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“Unflappable” by Julie Ainger

With the innocence of a child.All things are possible!Hurray!SimplicityGoodnessKindesssGetting along.Sharing. (The good!)BINGO!When we are young the lists of possibilities are endless!Yes! Endless!There is no such thing as a small act of kindness.The Kindness List:Teach one or more classmates something new:Teach one or more classmates something new.Let someone have a turn before you.Practice being a good listener.Push in someone’s chair.Tell a joke or make someone laugh😃Pick up at least three pieces of trash.Make friends with the new student...

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“Fine Motor Skills. The Pencil Drop.” by Julie Ainger

Fordey just could not hang on anymore.Began to think a name change was the best remedy. No longer capable to hang on to the tiny thin apparatus.The one that channels the action.The hand writing had been on the wall, the walls, for some time. Some would say an eternity. Spray painted, painted painted.Graphitti says a lot about the state of the world. Here. There. Everywhere. The expressive language—so to speak— on the walls and under passes, the bricks that have not seen the light.Offensive to some.Otherworldly to others.Art on a landscape. W...

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“Hello Digesting Duck.” by Julie Ainger

“amicus menus inimicus inimical mei”Translation:The enemy of my enemy is my friend.The mirror.The reflection.The truth teller.We may even argue with its evidence.When we do not like what we see. When we prefer someone or something different than what is staring right back at us.We blame everyone else.But.Ourselves.You see. We are much too important in this world. We are much too important and we must keep our obstinance going. Our obsinances of what we think, believe, behave—most of all behave.Until.One day.Bam.The lights go out. The door sl...

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“Unconscionable Conscience and other Scientific Hyberbole ” by Julie Ainger

Everything was so grand!Everything was so big!Everything was so much!Too much, actually.Too much.Bigger isn’t always better.Expansion for the sake of expansion does not a school make.Perhaps what was really occurring is the schooling of:Somebody else.Tired games=tired gains.Expansion can do this.Reminder:An expansion of the heart.Takes time.Takes your time.Takes my time.Do you succumb to the “powers that be” not the powers that is He?Are you free?Do you succumb to be numb?Do you prefer to spread the self thin or spread the self wide?Large an...

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