sirhugs
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There's an oggbashan memorial event?
The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09
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Rustyoznail
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Yep. "Heroism" is the theme.
https://forum.literotica.com/thread...rial-event-2026-support-thread.1642289/unread
NotWise
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A couple days ago, someone favorited my months-old story, Mom, Sex, Guns, and Rock-n-Roll. It made me think I should re-read the story. Reading my own stories is usually educational.
The mix of short sentences and longer sentences was a little hard to get used to, but the phrasing smoothed out as I went on. Maybe some scenes didn't have the impact I wanted them to have. This is a repeated problem when one visual is important to my concept then for some reason I back off in writing it. As a trade-off, another scene came through very well. Generally, I think the story needs the reader to be more adsorbed than I can reasonably expect. I was critical of the denouement, but it did what it was supposed to do. Maybe it was too long.
I expected it to be my lowest-rated story, but sweeps bumped it well off the bottom of my list.
The mix of short sentences and longer sentences was a little hard to get used to, but the phrasing smoothed out as I went on. Maybe some scenes didn't have the impact I wanted them to have. This is a repeated problem when one visual is important to my concept then for some reason I back off in writing it. As a trade-off, another scene came through very well. Generally, I think the story needs the reader to be more adsorbed than I can reasonably expect. I was critical of the denouement, but it did what it was supposed to do. Maybe it was too long.
I expected it to be my lowest-rated story, but sweeps bumped it well off the bottom of my list.
JuanSeiszFitzHall
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I've done my part for the seasonal decorating of this Shop/Room, by putting up the aluminum pole for Festivus. We're able to use the same one every year, thanks to the high strength-to-weight ratio.
With each passing year, though, Festivus becomes more of a challenge for me. I can still air plenty of grievances, but I have to keep lowering the bar on the feats of strength. Tomorrow, I don't know if I'll be able to do much more than open a pickle jar.
With each passing year, though, Festivus becomes more of a challenge for me. I can still air plenty of grievances, but I have to keep lowering the bar on the feats of strength. Tomorrow, I don't know if I'll be able to do much more than open a pickle jar.
NotWise
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Opening jars is a man's major household role, so you're good.
ColtonWrites
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I am allowed to take a shower today!
Theres gotta be someone out there who thinks the first post-surgical shower is sexy. Right? Not that I want to be sexy right now but also I feel profoundly un-sexy.
Theres gotta be someone out there who thinks the first post-surgical shower is sexy. Right? Not that I want to be sexy right now but also I feel profoundly un-sexy.
sirhugs
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I have had three showers in 7 years, so am jealous, but happy for you
NuclearFairy
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That's what rubber bands are for.
sirhugs
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Or, for those lacking that useful ability, one of these. I will admit I get some odd looks when people see an oil filter wrench in my kitchen, but it works far better than the more expensive jar-opening tools.
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Candy_Kane54
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It looks like we're going to have some precipitations today as I begin preparing dishes for Christmas Dinner. I don't mind because the alternative is unacceptable. Fellowship is something we all need.
I've got fresh coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. Donuts and Christmas goodies are on the counter and the Jameson is in the cupboard next to the 'fridge. I saw another gift for me under the tree and am looking forward to finding out what it is.
I'll be over in the corner working on my story and musing about a new story nagging at me. My Muse must be bored and wants me to write faster.
Speaking of holiday traditions, I give you the following:
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the empty cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched to the door muttering imprecations under his breath, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
I've got fresh coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. Donuts and Christmas goodies are on the counter and the Jameson is in the cupboard next to the 'fridge. I saw another gift for me under the tree and am looking forward to finding out what it is.
I'll be over in the corner working on my story and musing about a new story nagging at me. My Muse must be bored and wants me to write faster.
Speaking of holiday traditions, I give you the following:
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the empty cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor.
He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and an irritated Santa marched to the door muttering imprecations under his breath, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
And thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
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