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They say that the definition of being Clueless is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome. Therefore, I am carefully considering the following facts of my life as it is while participating in LJI

1. I have taken great enjoyment from creating the written pieces that I submitted to this contest in the past
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Though none of us realized it at the time, there was an ominous silence emanating from my ninety-two year-old father, Roger’s, house last Thursday. Because he didn’t consider a fall from a eighteen-inch tall wall anything worth mentioning, he went on about his usual business without letting anybody know.


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I smiled and sat back in satisfaction. I lifted the cup of tea to my lips and savored the combined aromas of Earl Grey and slightly burnt toast wafting gently through the kitchen. In fact, wasn’t that smoke I could see rising from the toaster? The morning sunshine did cast a homey cheer upon our morning routine ( Read more... )

Previously: Janie and Alex have a magic feather which transports a person anywhere in the world. They had a plan to visit Guinea, but unfortunately, the feather was unable to move both of them so it dropped them off in Antarctica on their way to Africa. Alex proceeds on to Guinea, leaving Janie behind in Antarctica. He's off to get a second feather ( Read more... )

Have I Got a Boondoggle For You!


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This time it was Arlene’s turn.

In this Place was a darkness that had never known the idea of full light. The smells swirling about were rank like a bakery of sorts where aromas took on a misguided life of their own. There was a steaminess, first warm, then cold, that spoke of the memories of life, both good and bad. Arlene took this all in with ( Read more... )

Betty was on her hands and knees yanking at the weeds that were constantly popping up amongst her dahlias. The sunshine had started out as a welcome warmth after the chill of the house but by now was growing too warm. When a rivulet of sweat trickled down her forehead into her eyes, Betty sat up and cursed. “Drat these imposters! Do they think I’ll ( Read more... )

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