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So the contents of my refrigerator look something like this: 10 baby trees, 2 plastic bags (empty), a fourth a bottle of margaritas (the super good fancy one), a jar of pickles…

Obviously, not a lot of food.

So I was rather surprised to find a bag of bagels shoved to the back.  Bagels?  In my fridge?  Nah.

They could have been in there for a year… honest… I just… I’m not a fridge-scrubber.

The back corner of my yard is dedicated to this cast-off food.  Anything that I can’t remember when I bought it, or has started to evolve into sentient life, I set it free in the backyard.

Freeeeeeeeeedommmmm!

That would be the sound of the old peppers taking off into the shrubbery…

So I took those year-old bagels and set them free.  Usually, a dozen birds peck over the bready-stuffs, breaking them into manageable chunks, and then the squirrels carry off what’s leftover.

Today, the squirrel beat everyone else to the buffet.

But what do you do with a bagel that is as big as you are and weighs twice as much?  You grasp it in your teeth, fling your tail around for balance, and climb a fence post.  Then almost fall off.

The squirrel tucked the bagel into its body, holding the far end (and for anyone who has tried to drink from the far side of a glass when you have hiccups, you can understand that this is an awkward position), but then his feet barely touched the tops of the fence, and he waddled like a penguin, and hopped, and flung his tail, and tripped and nearly splatted head-first off the fence.

Squirrels are not majestic.

This maneuver is taught in the Squirrel Manual right after running back and forth in front of a moving vehicle.

Two feet later, the squirrel detoured, tried to take the chain-link fence.  He wanted to get that bagel up to his nest, try to impress the missus.  But again, the drunken little squirrel couldn’t get his own feet around the bagel, and, high-centered, he RODE that bagel down a leftover porch board, like it was a white water doughnut raft.

And THAT is why squirrels don’t have beer bellies.

night,

dawn

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The world wants conformity and perfect clones, but what happens when the world itself is stood on its own lopsided head?  Is everything that seemed to happen in one direction also conversely true?  What if you look at it all backwards?

If you expect everything to be the same forwards and backwards, you might not like it when a simple countdown from a simple event spins backwards in two different directions.

Find a little truth, maybe a little justice, and definitely some counting backwards in “Everything is Backwards”, a short experimental story by Dawn Wilson, published by CommuterLit and available here: http://commuterlit.com/2015/01/thursday-everything-is-backwards/

Thanks for reading!

night,

dawn

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We’ve all got ’em.  The good, the bad, the ones who sunbathe naked on their rooftops.  Suburbia is filled with the indescribable.  But what would you do if your closest neighbor wasn’t just bad and awful, but was God Himself?  A know-it-all, a show-off, extremely infuriating, holier-than-thou, and perfect.

Quake in your boots, then go read “Extraordinary Neighbors” by Dawn Wilson, published in Paper Tape Magazine and available here: http://papertapemag.com/2014/12/11/extraordinary-neighbors/

night,

dawn

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Teeny tiny numbers still mean something, no matter how small and insignificant they seem, fractional to the world as a whole.

Big giant world!–and the more you subtract from it–minus one little boy, minus one little girl–the sadder and sadder it gets.  Whoever says one person doesn’t make a difference?  When in your heart, there’s holes that grow bigger, holes that fill in with cement, holes that count the days of life with the tick-tick-tick of a kid learning to count on their fingers.

I’se one.

I’se two.

I’m fwee.

Check out the preview of my latest short story “Zero One Zero One One One” posted at Big Lucks in preparation for Issue #6.  Check it out, then pre-order a hard copy of this great magazine.  http://www.biglucks.com/dawn-wilson/

Pre-Order here: http://biglucks.bigcartel.com/product/bl-6

night,

dawn

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That’s right, boys and girls, you can learn not to be stupid! All you gots to do is open yer eyes and blink twice per minute and keep yer ears and nose plugged tight.

We’ve all written essays about our summer vacation… if you could go back and write any essay of your choice, what would it be?  Darla chose a different stance.  Read it now at Feathertale.com.  “And I Had to Write an Essay with All the Argumentative Parts in Place” might just give you the giddy nightmares that you didn’t finish your homework and you’ve got a French test next period.  Check out my latest story here: http://feathertale.com/short-fiction/and-i-had-to-write-an-essay-with-all-the-argumentative-parts-in-place/

night,

dawn

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My dear friend Lin-Lin has some… hobbies.  In particular, she likes to change people.  Often from the outside in.  Some things to keep in mind:

Scissors just won’t cut it.

Yous gots to get the right instructions.

Yous gots to get the right instructions.

No matter how careful you are, their innards are going to get all over.

Babies is tougher than I thought!

Babies is tougher than I thought!

Every person is held together with zip ties, which is annoying.

You’re going to need lots of patience–and wire cutters.

What'm I gonna do with this piece?

What’m I gonna do with this piece?

The body you’re dismembering will jerk and twitch and make funny faces just like it’s alive.

All wored out, I gots to take a nap.

All wored out, I gots to take a nap.

Pictures can be used against you in a court of law.

Don’t be tempted to keep souvenirs.

Rock on!

Rock on!

Your accomplice will always betray you.

Phew! Never thoughts I'd finish. But now the clean-up starts.

Phew! Never thoughts I’d finish. But now the clean-up starts.

Rebuilding someone from the leftovers is not art.

Are you really prepared to see what your friends are made of?

~~~~~

You can follow Lin-Lin on Twitter @LinLinAndPedro but I’m just not sure she’s a nice girl.

night,

dawn

**PS: Lin-Lin’s in a book… but if you call her a “dolly” that’s extremely rude, disparaging, and she’ll kick your ass.  Until then, she’s looking for an agent and pretending she’s got a halo.  (Oooh, shiny!)

***PPS: Copyright for photos and text belong to Dawn Wilson and shan’t be used without permission.

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Over the river

Through the woods

Halfway to Shanghai and still digging

And by now, doncha wish you’d packed lighter?

You bet your bippy, my sweetie-pants!

There’s always a one or a two peeps in the world, be it mother or brother or lover, who’s clamped to your ankles like a rock on a balloon, and you’re just gonna keep falling and falling and falling until you go thud at the bottom in a hot speckled lava lamp called Heck (censored).  You’ve just gotta take the initiative to shake ’em off, and realize, they may have your best interests at heart, but they’re still your one-way ticket to see Mr. Satan and swim in his poo.

Check out “And Then it All Went to Heck” by Dawn Wilson, published in Crack the Spine and available here: http://issuu.com/crackthespine/docs/issue_120/6

night,

dawn

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