Daily Happy: 10,000 words

#TBT: Shameless Dad Repost

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2013

Daily Happy (Halloween!): Shameless Dad Blog (Video Stylez!)

Ain't noting like a pizza party!

Trick or treat with my itsy bitsy spider

Scary!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween Card from Granny Davis


http://youtu.be/E2y_r8D7soY

Daily Happy: 10,000 words

Daily Happy: 10,000 Words

(I;m going to break the rules: this one is a shot looking southeast from Monson, Mass at Ashford, Conn -- we're the tall peak on the horizon in the middle if the picture. You can see the cell phone tower at the top of the peak. That's the one you can see from our house.)

Daily Happy: 10,000 Words

#TBT: Shameless Dad Repost

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 31, 2011

Three Blind Muse: Gallery Spoon Smile

Its everyone's favorite time of the week; the moment you've all been waiting for: Three Blind Muse. This week we did, as the title suggests, Gallery Spoon Smile. Three Excellent Choices.

But before we go ahead, we need to tally the scores from last week: With one vote for Blizzard 2016 and one vote forThe Character's Court, we have another tie. Reminds me oflast week's post:

Blah Blah Blah, no one votes. Blah Blah Blah, maybe I should have figured out that no one's reading this blog.  Blah Blah Blah dreams crushed under the weight of a cold, uncaring world. 

Wait a minute: one last vote just trickled in through the interwebs. Who could it be for? Blizzard 2016!


By the power vested in me by Shakespeare, Kafka, Swift, Nabokov, Milton, Chaucer, Solzhenitsyn, London, Faulkner, Tolstoy, Conan-Doyle, Poe, Steinbeck, Twain, Goethe, Descartes, Mill, Dickens, Tolkien, Hemingway, Orwell, Joyce, Fitzgerald, Wilde, Vonnegut, Rand, Woolf, Camus, Melville, Dahl, Huxley, Bradbury, Blake, Sheldon, Shelley, Beckett, Nietzsche, Emerson, Lawrence, Sartre, Thoreau, Chekhov, Lewis, Salinger, Dostoevsky, and, most of all, Chuck Norris, I declare Robert Clifford Davis III, begat of Robert Clifford Davis, Jr, begetter of Robert James Davis, as this week's undisputed Champion of the the free world of Three Blind Muse. It's about F*&king time. Took you people long enough. A#%holes. Seriously. I've been giving you F*&king gold for three weeks, people. Make like a straw and Suck it. 


Oh. No. I read it wrong. It was actually a vote for The Character's Court. That means Christina won. Yeah. 


 Anyway. Here's this week's entries. I stand behind everything I said.

Reclamation

Capo gave me a wry smile as he clicked on his intercom. “Another spinner.”

He kicked at the rubble, clearing shards of pottery and wood until we could see a blackened hand. It shook like palsy. “Pull it out.”

“I hate these Infects”, I mumbled. Ever since the change, we’ve spent all our time flying to earth and burning off the stain of what used to be humanity.

“You could be one, you know.” He smiled at me again, motioning at my bio-suit.  “What do you think this place used to be?”

“Before the cleansing?” I surveyed the room. “I don’t know. Museum? Picture gallery? There’s a lot of crap on the walls. Maybe some wealthy guy’s house.”

“Well, the silver spoon didn’t help this guy any”, Capo observed, poking the discolored corpse with the muzzle of his M326 heat rifle as I pulled it from the debris. It flailed like it was trying to get up. Capo pulled his trigger, turning it to dust in a matter of seconds.

I turned to Capo, “What do you say we fly back up to SOH318, clean up, and wait for the next supply delivery?”

“Sure. Some dinner sounds good, Johnny Cake”

A Capital Offense

John dropped his spoon absentmindedly into his empty soup bowl.

“Need something?” asked the waitress.

“No, ma’am,” John said, shifting his gaze toward the door.

She followed his eyes. “Got any plans?”

“I’m going to the theater,” he answered, grabbing the bill and pulling out his wallet.

He threw cash on the table and headed outside. He kept his head down and walked across the street.

There was a crush of people pushing their way in. The crowd was hoping to get a glimpse of the honored guest. They didn’t realize that they would be witnesses to history.

John slid his way through the crowd and made it into the lobby. He handed over his ticket and bounded up the stairs.

The second floor outside the balcony was oddly empty. John paused to take in a gallery of paintings. His heart jumped when he realized he wasn’t alone.

“Can you believe all these people for a play?” the stranger chuckled. “I’m only here because my wife dragged me… Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Louis Smith. What’s yours?”

“John Wilkes Booth,” he said with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

So, what do you think? Is there a clear winner this week? Use the comment section below or send an email torcdavis3rd@gmail.com to enter your vote for this week's Three Blind Muse winner. We'll announce the winner next week. 

The three words for next week's contest are:


Binge Gossip Hamburger

Sweetness!

We'll be putting our stories together here at Ashford Living. 
And if you want to be a guest writer, send your story to me, rcdavis3rd@gmail.com
Remember to follow the rules. If you do, we'd be more than happy to have you in the show!