MAG 128

image by Zelco Nedic

Granting credence to a host of past experiences,

Penelope determined that this time she would take heed 

when Rufus made a dating suggestion.

MF

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MAG 107

Sarlot for Magpie Tales

Edgar was on excruciatingly intimate terms with his Brobdingnagian ardor for Charlotte
but even he was loathe to admit, the moleskin eyebrows had to go.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH LETTERS AND WORDS AND IMAGES AND WRITER FRIENDS

AND EVEN MOLES AT THE MAG!

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MAG 106

Despite what his mother, his neighbors, his co-workers and even the 

unwashed vagabond who lived in a box on the corner of Tulip and Main, repeatedly told him,

Fred knew in his soul that one day, whilst they were all sniggering at him,

the Zombie Apocalypse would come.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WORDS AND WRITERS

AND ZOMBIES AND SOUP
AT THE MAG!

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MAG 105

image: epic mahoney

"Hello, Dad?"

"Dad?"

"Dad."

"Dad, I."

"DadIloveyou."

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WRITERS AND WORDS AND IMAGES AND NEW FRIENDS

AT THE MAG!
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An Afterword:

I must admit that, given my penchant for the comedic take, I did

at first want to go with:

"Yes.  Yes, Mildred.  I will bring home milk.

No.  I haven't forgotten"

but......I didn't.

;)

MAG 103

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

prompt for The Mag

You should not now suppose to settle precious jewels

against my wrists when all I ever wanted was to hold wild violets from your hands. 

*******

*While I don't always write or comment I do manage to read The Mag offerings every week.

This pic has nagged at me since I saw it and, though late as the White Rabbit thought he was, I felt compelled to make an offering.  Words are like that. 

 They just never will keep silent, will they?  ~MF

I LOVE PLAYING and WRITING AT THE MAG.........

EVEN WHEN I AM HOPELESSLY LATE ABOUT IT...........

xo

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MAG 98

MAG 98

source:  River, Marina Moevs, 2005

Damned Enchanted Beavers!

***********

I LOVE ENCHANTED BEAVERS &
 WRITING IN THE NEW YEAR
WITH MAGPIE TALES!

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MAG 97

MAG 97

image:  Bert Stern/Marilyn

After the fact, her one scant bliss was in knowing that
she always looked damned flawless while playing the part. 

I LOVE YULETIDE WORDS and WRITERS AT MAGPIE TALES!

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MAG 96

image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

Hard as Cynthia tried to disavow the matter, there was no longer any uncertainty that her

heart had been perpetually imprinted by the passionate affection of Eddie's negative space.

I LOVE PLAYING WITH WORDS & WRITERS & PROMPTS, OH MY!

AT MAGPIE TALES!

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MAG 93

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

Lydia's parties were poorly attended ever since she became a devout

disciple of the Fresh Air Minimalist Assemblage school of thought.


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MAG 92

At precisely twenty minutes of two

Albert and Maureen came to the mutual determination that perhaps

their Catholic school rearing was, in point of fact, having a

marginally deleterious effect on their propinquity.

I ADORE PLAYING WITH WORDS

 (AND WRITERS!)

AT MAGPIE TALES! 

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MAG 86

"Curious." Thought a much older Alice as she tipped back in her creaky kitchen chair in hopes of catching a bit of  morning sunshine on her face.  "It certainly reads different." 

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