You have just stumbled across the last -snipped-.
There have been many experimental threads over the years. I am reasonably certain this is the last. So do have fun with it.
Do share your last successes, big or small. As and example, I cleaned up a couple eyesores in my front yard. No big announcements, but I never quit. As for job changes, entrepreneurial success; blast those as well, you deserve it.
This forum is kind of a reference to yesteryear. It is what used to be here. I am trying to bring back that family. Things have become way too business. Joy and camaraderie is what to be here, or leastwise is used to be; I want to bring that back.
Newbies will not understand; newbies become oldies.
In as much flash fiction is a lost cause everywhere as to income, decided to print one here:
Sometimes when I open the basement door, there is nothing on the other side.
This has been somewhat disconcerting to say the least. Incidentally, it is interesting to note that the color of nothingness is black. Makes sense.
This has happened to me on several occasions. I finally decided it was time to do something about it.
So the next time it happened, I put my hand in. My hand disappeared. The blackness of nothingness was all there was. I pulled my arm back. My hand was still there. Thank goodness for that. Was a stupid thing to do. The blackness remained.
I stood there and mulled things over for awhile...
I stepped through. I was in that kind of mood.
I was enveloped in blackness. I also didn't seem to be standing on anything anymore.
I then somehow started to feel motion...
At first it was barely detectable. But then it became more so. I could not figure out how I knew this. Motion is relative and I could not see or feel anything. Yet I knew I was moving.
And then the blackness began to fade... Somehow I was no longer limited by the visible spectrum. I could see it all, from gamma rays to radio waves. I even saw the interplay of gravity. I never knew that gravity rippled...
All of this made perfect sense, since I didn't seem to have eyes or the rest of my body anymore. I truly seemed to have become one with all; no longer hampered by the filtering of perceiving through senses.
Then, as far as time and space were concerned; reality left, and relativity arrived.
I could now perceive at whatever time and spatial sense I wished to perceive. I made solar systems spin like atoms, backwards and forwards. I turned molecules into picturesque Tinker-Toy sets. I wandered through the static maze of an exploding star. There seemed to be no limits to what I could do.
So I began to ponder...
I then began to search.
I explored every meteor, comet, asteroid, moon, planet, sun, solar system, and galaxy.
I explored every molecule, atom, electron, boson, quark, lepton, and strangelet.
I explored every universe. I explored every dimension.
I did not know what I was looking for, but that did not matter. I knew I would recognize it when I saw it.
And then I saw it. It was small, round, and shiny. I reached for it...
I was home again.
Please, No politics or religion here. I just what to see the happiness of life. Please post all good here only.
I like to bike a lot. I recently bought a new bike. Turns out I am more out shape than I thought. I pedal for like three minutes stop and take a break and repeat that process until I get somewhere. I still enjoy the process anyway.
My big deal for the day is I lost and found my keys. Meanwhile, AdSense is a mess regarding my website (link not on profile); hopefully gotten that straightened out. And might as well throw in another non-earning flash fiction.
The owl fell out of the tree as the cat walked by; the ensuing result was not pretty. The tombstones glimmered in the cemetery; the phosphorus leached from the ground was finally making itself known. No moon this night; the stars were bright.
The distant train whistle foretold of things to come. The tracks began to vibrate as the train drew closer. The tombstones dimmed one-by-one as the train rounded the last bend, its light coming into view. The cat continued munching his newfound, midnight snack.
The train drew to a stop. The conductor emerged.
“Is this the way to Silverado?” asked the conductor.
“Twenty more miles,” said the cat.
“Thanks,” said the conductor. He returned to his train.
The train departed. The cat burped. All was as it should be.
Posted one of my more wicked flash fiction in a closed FB group. I don't believe it, but the admin approved it. It may or may not hit the fan, can't wait.
One of these days, we are going to click on the news, and it's over.
I have an unnatural hatred of printers. Always cause the most odd issues.
My printer currently only prints in green ink. It is the green you used to see in the suits worn by mutes at funerals. Essentially, it is the green of black dye that has given up the ghost.
If you can offer any advice (and it happens to be free), please do.
I thought it was just funny but it seems even jokes become reality.
https://www.wsj.com/articles/think-your … 1472048959
The Revenge of the Glowing Green Cats
The Whiffenpoof Genetics Research Center had been shut down again. Permits revoked. Licenses revoked. Everything revoked.
---snipped by poster---
NORAD and other Central Commands go dark. The silos, however, do not.
The cats are gone.
Have a nice day.
I remember when I bought my printer. Canon. They were selling it for around $70. I should have bought 10 of them. Last I looked, over $200 on eBay. My $70 was Canon building a base for the ripoff cartridge prices.
I found the best 3 in 1 printer. A Brother. It cost £60 and runs on any cheap ink. And when it tells me the ink is low, I just give it a dirty look and it keeps printing for another six months. Not sure if you can still get them but it's a DCP-J132W.
This is what my cat looks like if you wake her unexpectantly.
I finally got around to checking your profile. You are being subjected to nationalism/racism. Change profile pic for income. Maybe when I hit my 10-year, I'll post mine.
I had a few hubs that get hundreds of daily views but I used them to start my own website. I still wonder if that was a was an good idea.
My website is doing...OK. I get about the same number of daily views as my Hubpages account.
Neither is doing amazing though. Right now I am in a writing the most at HubPages.
So is this thread. I've written off the HP forums as far as entertainment purposes go. The non-business conversations and camaraderie days are dead and gone. Twas a fun several years while it lasted.
Sad, killed by MaM, the ruthless school marm, crushing knuckles for straying off topic, and her avid pixies,with their incessant weeping over spilled squid ink.
by x 3 years ago
Decided to plagiarize my own website. An open forum; anything goes. I'll start. A former hub. It really is too bad flash fiction does not pay; they are so much fun.-----How I Got My ArmadilloI decided I wanted an armadillo. Actually I have always wanted an armadillo. It’s just now I finally decided...
by Kyriakos Chalkopoulos 2 years ago
Hi! I thought of asking how many other people are in the same - rather difficult! - position, of struggling with words and taking journeys in their imagination so as to create nice new stories... I work as seminar lecturer and translator, but my works of fiction are by far more important for...
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