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So many people have posted stories about texting. This is not the only meaning of the word. I often wish I could ‘like’ some of the writing, as I can on facebook. The texts that I read here can be illuminating, or boring. Some people are all about themselves and some are really trying to be writers. And I have just discovered how to post more than one thing about a word.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 08.11.2012 @ 1:50 am

The ancient texts lay mouldering in the jar under the table, obscured by the heavy parchments that had been unrolled years before. The search for the answer to that particular question would be never-ending if those parchments were not moved to show the jar. The overpowering question had its answer in the jar. The clock ticked on and on. The mould grew and grew. How was this going to end????

» Posted By Betty Barker On 08.10.2012 @ 11:51 pm


Many substances look like their taste. Coffee, however smells better than it tastes and looks like dirt. I like to compare the look of a substance with its texture to touch and, whenever suitable, its taste. I wish I could taste shampoo, thick and creamy white – it looks as if it would be sweet and slippery.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 08.08.2012 @ 11:16 pm


The smell assaults his sence of nicety. It’s thick and pungent, with overtones of gooey nastiness. As he approaches the man standing on the corner like a traffic light on sentry duty, guarding the behaviours of those strange beings who scurry accross at will, in spite of the colours displayed, his nose wrinkes in silent protest.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 08.07.2012 @ 11:28 pm


The puncture wound was purple, oozing a clear yellow liquid and starting to puff up. She felt out-of-her-body and distant from reality, although the clacking cicadas were still echoing through the throb of the wound site.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 08.07.2012 @ 12:06 am


“Time to cut our losses, I think.” The big voice boomed in her ear and she jumped nervously. ” There’s not much point in throwing good money after bad – I hate that”. She murmured quietly and shfted in her seat. ” What’s that?” he demanded. “Stop mumbling,you ninny!”

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.30.2012 @ 9:48 pm


I have written a statement that explains everything. When I disappear – and that will happen soon – there will be a trail of clues to look for. I cannot tell you any more than that.Why bother to tell you? Well, the circumstances of my disappearance will be such that you may think I have gone for good. And I will have if you don’t follow those clues – it’s my way of ensuring that those around me really want to be there!

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.27.2012 @ 12:24 am

“Are you ready to make your statement?”
He shuffled his feet across the floor nervously, looking sideways, anywhere away from the cold, pale eyes glaring into him.
“I dunno.”
“Speak up! I can’t hear your mumbling!”
“I said I DUNNO!”
“Don’t yell at me, you faggot!”

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.26.2012 @ 10:16 pm


“By gum,” he muttered,” this is a bit of a mess.” Leaning forward, he gingerly fingered the cloth, noting the rips and tears. He picked at a pale blonde hair attached to the lower edge and putting a jeweller’s loupe into his eye socket, determined that the hair most probably belonged to a dog, possibly a spoodle similar to that which he had seen in the vicinity earlier.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.26.2012 @ 12:51 am


“Would the current title-holder please step forward?” The loudspeaker echoed into the corners of the hall. No-one stirred. “Surely, one of you has earned this previously?” The voice rose quererously. “Every year, we have someone who earns the name ‘Eager Beaver’.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.24.2012 @ 9:42 pm


Complete,empty blackness.Not a spot of light anywhere! I’m in an unfamiliar room and the fuses have just blown. EEEEK! I can wander around with my arms stretched out and try not to fall over. I can sit down and wait – but it’s a concrete floor and I don’t fancy waiting around for help. After all, no-one knows I’m down here. ..

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.23.2012 @ 10:50 pm


The iscng on the cake reminded me of a boggy puddle where a cow might get her foot stuck. Word association led me to the first spoonful taken from a bowl of Jello – Mum always said it made a sound like a cow pulling its foot out of a bog. This led me to family dinners around the yellow formica table, the 1950s ‘leatherette’ seats cold under our bare legs. Those were the days.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.22.2012 @ 9:30 pm


She suspects nothing. I glide closer and closer, the long sharp blade shining lethally in my hand. She bends toward the oven, nothing on her mind but the chicken, now smelling of lemon, garlic and basil. As she opens the oven door, I pounce! Slicing off a portion of the chickjen, I shout triumphantly, “Beat yah!” I had won the race for the first taste!

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.20.2012 @ 6:44 pm


The patrol passed, one of the men’s feet kicking a stone onto my face. I didn’t move, holding my breath and watching the puffs of dust settle in the moonlight that filtered through the branches of the shrubbery. I breathed out carefully, still anxious that the dogs had come out with them. This was very unusual as they weren’t due to pass my hiding spot for another 3 minutes. I wondered why they had come out early.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.20.2012 @ 12:19 am


I moved carefully on the stretcher, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop that creaking noise. I needed to get up but was afraid of waking the others. My sleeping bag was warm and I didn’t want to feel the cold that already afflicted my nose, but needs must. Taking the intiative, I hauled my body out from the seelping bag, pushed my knees towards the floor, and stood up.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.18.2012 @ 11:12 pm


The birthday decorations were sparse, adding to the desolation in the room. Nothing is more depressing than a group of very sad people attempting to make a little girl happy, in spite of their misery. It’s hard to summon up enthusiasm when the very basis of your existence has been whipped away from you in a flash.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.16.2012 @ 11:30 pm


The film crew was a motley-looking lot. All dressed in black, not goth, but eclectic to the extreme, they appeared to be aliens from the dark side of the moon. The mood expressed by the clothing extended to their social skills – moody, a little aloof, talking loudly at times about esoteric stuff that was way over my head – I was glad to go home and leave them to it.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.16.2012 @ 12:10 am


The doorknob had always fascinated me. The evil eyes, slobbering tongue and rough texture repelled me, but I was drawn into touching it every time I saw it. I was always afraid that it would suddenly turn and snap off one of my fingers in a a fit of voracious hunger, but in reality it was just a hard, cold metal object.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.13.2012 @ 8:08 pm


Bandages covered her from head to foot. She sat awkwardly in the chair, trying to eat her hamburger without making a mess, but the situation was hopeless. Andy saw her predicament and, thinking to help her become more comfortable, picked at the end of the long, white strip, pulling and pulling at it. She shrieked, and we all realised that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her Hallowe’en costume!

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.13.2012 @ 1:19 am


My adviser told me not to worry, that everything would work itself out and that I would be able to pass all requirement with flying colours. He lied. I have been plotting my revenge ever since. He sits there in his beautiful house at the lake’s edge, under the trees and, sipping his whiskey and dry. He has no idea that I can see him through my powerful binoculars. The boat bobs up and down, but I can still see him. Surely he can feel the evils emanating from me.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.11.2012 @ 9:52 pm


A suggestion of spring in the air is all it takes to lift my heart. I remember the enthusiasm of my youth when that little nudge in the air filled me with optimism, hope and excitement in the buildup to summer. I wonder if I will feel it again this year as my life has changed so dramatically in the last 6 months. I hope it happens!

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.10.2012 @ 10:29 pm


My mind whirled frantically, a thought-driven trubine, churning out ideas and emotions faster than my brain could process them. Adrenaline flooded through me as I assessed the danger I was in. How on Earth was I going to get out of this?

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.09.2012 @ 10:37 pm


Bucket list. – I don’t have one yet.
Kick the bucket – haven’t done that yet.
What is a bucket – a receptacle, usually with a handle, although I have a couple without. A bucket makes a fantastically cheap drum for a child to annoy its parents with.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.08.2012 @ 9:57 pm


‘Who threw the overalls in Mrs Murphy’s chowder?’ ” Great song”, I thought, “but where did the lyricist get the initial idea for the title?” It must have been triggered by an incident of some sort. I would love to been a fly on the wall during THAT incident!

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.08.2012 @ 2:17 am


Detention again! Sigh! I’m SO over this! Stuck in a small, smelly room with 6 recalcitrants, not one of us happy to be there. There is so much more that I could be doing, but I have to be here. Why, oh why, did I ever decide to be a teacher?

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.07.2012 @ 12:36 am


Science versus God? The fact is that these two are so diametrically opposed that a discussion about the differences is not possible, or is it? This week, scientists announced that they may have found the ‘God’ particle and that our lives will change incredibly because of it. Does this mean that they DO belive in God?

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.06.2012 @ 1:09 am


i kicked the modem back under the desk. Frustratedly, I hit the keys on my laptop. What on Earth is going on? This is the 3rd modem I have bought this year and it’s not working either!! I could phone the Help Desk, but I would rather speak to someone in my own country, someone whose accent I can understand.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.04.2012 @ 11:38 pm


“You’re not going to railroad me into making THAT decision,” she said. “I’ve got too much faith in what I’m doing. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem!” She stomped off down the hall, a simmering storm boiling through the house and out into the light of the garden.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.04.2012 @ 1:25 am


I need to harness my hair. It escapes me continually, going into my mouth in the wind and leaving my head on a whim. i have been know to brush my hair from some unknown man’s lapel, suggesting that he might get into trouble at home if I didn’t. But, my hair is uncontrollable, leaping from my scalp in tight curls, waves and frantic zigzags. Sigh. All I ever wanted was straight hair.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.02.2012 @ 10:25 pm


The motion was passed. A meeting.
She passed a motion. Body stuff.
The bus ceased its forward motion. I’m late for work.
E-motion. Don’t go there.
Pro-motion. Forward thinking.
De-motion. Ooops.

» Posted By Betty Barker On 07.01.2012 @ 9:03 pm

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