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The Water Cure has drawn instant comparisons to The Handmaid’s Tale, and not just because author Margaret Atwood called it “a gripping, sinister fable.” The book centers on Grace, Lia, and Sky, three sisters who live on an isolated island with their mother and their father, whom they call King. When their father disappears, their lives—as well as everything they’ve been told about the outside world—are upended.

IN THE FUTURE, FOR STARTERS, PEOPLE WILL HAVE BLUE BUTTS: IN THE FUTURE, FOR STARTERS, PEOPLE WILL HAVE BLUE BUTTS. ORYX AND CRAKE IS A 2003 NOVEL BY CANADIAN AUTHOR MARGARET ATWOOD. SHE HAS DESCRIBED THE NOVEL AS SPECULATIVE FICTION AND ADVENTURE ROMANCE, RATHER THAN PURE SCIENCE FICTION, BECAUSE IT DOES NOT DEAL WITH THINGS “WE CAN’T YET DO OR BEGIN TO DO”, YET GOES BEYOND THE AMOUNT OF REALISM SHE ASSOCIATES WITH THE NOVEL FORM

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Jerimiah Winthrop, a bachelor lived in a village not far from the Big City just east of his quaint bungalow on the west side of the local IGA store. The front of his house a large bay window jutting out an extra 10 feet, Its WOODEN FRAME, stained pillows odd Colour, had a odor yet to be defined or discussed.   It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel his grief and sadness. Not a living soul wanted to sit on his one of a kind Designers Couch, purchased as the 5 & Dime Boutique down on Main and 32nd Street. For that reason , every day he sat on it, unhappy gazing out this huge window, ever since his Party the whole community was invited too. He only wanted everyone to have peek and take a seat on his treasure , The Designer Couch. Only one person, however did not attend this disastrous soiree as it turned out to be

As Jerimiah did this routine the 3rd Friday of the month 2 weeks before his 45 birthday, he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Beatrice Fishbone. She was a gentle hero of a questionable reasons yet with a figure as lean a “filet of sole” . The gossip was, platies, exercises using 3 bouncy Balls, a daily 10 ounces of carrot & kale juice, with a Mickie of Vodka, shaken, not stirred , straight up with a garnish of sliced Beets was her secret.

Then! my Gosh! Miss Beatrice, is coming, Yes …. up to my picket fence gate that’s been hanging on one hinge since 3 past Octobers’, when a vintage Mini MG 2 seater smashed into it, the get away car used in a string of bank robberies through out the lower 22 counties surrounding the river that supplies water to that Big City Jeremiah had only been to Twice.

The Door Bell rang. His Budgie Bird started to dance and squawk in it’s oversized gage that occupied his entire dining room. Both bell he had not heard that sound since the Avon lady dropped of samples of face cream and lipstick 3 1/2 years ago.

Jerimiah, flustered and in such a sweat jump up scurried to the door, paused and took a quick glance in the mirror beside the umbrella rack; thank goodness he did. A piece of Spinach was wedged between his 2 front teeth, from last night snack before the 11 o’clock News, he always watched on Tuesday’s. Tucking in shirt, a quick spritz of Old Spice he reached for the front door knob, putting on his biggest smile, a glow in his eyes opened the door .


Their eyes met and both looked each other up and down, Beatrice smiled, it was her beet stained shirt Jerimiah noticed first, she quickly apologized, for it was because her washing machine has been broken for 6 months and the laundry was piling up It was the only shirt, she wore only six time. It was literally, the cleanest piece of clothing she had at the moment, yet the least important thing on her mind. it was what she said next, the beet stain irrelevant. She swung the screen door open, confident, her lipstick a peach gloss, her mascara a olive green, before Jerimiah could blink an eye, she was in his dining room.

Scaring the daylights out of the Buggy Bird, she plopped her gym bag on top of the cage. she unzipped it reached in, needing 2 hands just to lift it. pulled out a 15 litre vintage Vagabond Thermos undefined 1935, almost mint condition. It’s what she said next, Jerimiah smiled even blushed a little, the first time since Grade 8.” “The gossip you hear it is not. I do use 3 Bouncy Balls at Pilates workout but the carrot / kale crap, that is Rubbish. It’s my Vagabond filled with tequila Margaretta’s for a party of 26 I have before. is the reason why. Filet of soul Figure, some of us are just lucky, I guess. . So how’s about you get us a couple of Dixie cups an ashtray and I’ll go have a seat, because the next time I walk by your bungalow, You’ll be smiling cause the whole village is about to see us making whoopie on the Designers Couch everybody else thinks stinks, ugly, and should be burned at the county dump. I just think you and me need 8.75 months , of Vagabond bonding onyour Designers Couch Sotheby’s will be asking 2 million opening Bid. Jerimiah Winthrop got 6 million, 11.5 months later bought another Buggy Bird and all 4, yes Beatrice moved to that big City “BIGCITY” its name known for it beaches, temperate climate and 2 for 1 Happy Hour cocktails 12 hours a day 7 day a week. They are currently looking for a new Couch

Nothing is as it seems Not to Be . The not for anything Flick of a Bic Scribble

This morning to meet downtown at the Front Room Lounge in backroom bar, there was Darwin VonStepple opening a gift from his lovers, Marcus Pelletier, and Darwin knows their lives will never be the same again. Whilst trying to rebuild his life, Darwin witnesses a crime leading him to question a new relationship. Some one becomes obsessed with an enigmatic stranger Ardwhica- kook Boles. Let me see Did i get this Right ?

.Whilst trying to rebuild his life, Darwin witnesses a crime that leads him to question a new relationship. He becomes obsessedd with enigmatic stranger Ardwick Boles. What is her connection to Marcus, and why has she turned up now? Darwin’s behavior becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth and the significance of an enchanted magic wand, all whilst battling to cope with tummy pains.Every day, Darwin gets closer to the truth. And the closer he gets, the more unbelievable it seems. I can’t figure out who’s who, She, He ,they, them. Lovers Gone I Guess

What Could This Thing in A Box sitting on the front door steps

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It’s oddly spotted, warty walnuts, which are Blue . Rarely have such,like as ugly a pansy could be, reminded me more of the buttocks of a tiny wee dog .Its cherries are as flawless as exemplary, tender peach pits, which have been tossed sadly in a neo- magical, scrawny drizzle (splash!).Naturally, it has all the glory of holes, which once ate calmly. There is nothing like holes that one eats calmly. Lest not forget the little, loopy look of a lonely lemons tearful nibbling. Otter likes its ugly pansy look. Daddy likes its Blue walnuts. You’ve guessed it; it is a loose Fruitcake! it’s just a Drabble Folks!