Personal Growth/Writer’s Block/Stuck

Armchair psychology, again

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“I will find it,” she muttered. She was sitting cross-legged on the pine board floor, sifting among recipe printouts from one site, blog or another. The quest for ultimate scrambled eggs on her mind. For some months now.

Picture this: Creamy, light, subtly seasoned, curds of a perfect size. Endless…

😀Chaos/Scrittura Prompt

The antidote is in a coffer filled with more lives than a cat

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I know you too well — You were that black, obese, buzzing housefly circling my head that summer when I sat on Granny’s stoop — I smelled your stench — transferred from the pile of sheep manure towering and tucked — over at the left corner of the potato patch…

From Lemon/Friend Advice Column

Most agree fiction plays a pivotal role in this three-way

Written by: Suzanne V. Tanner, Paroma Sen, Amy Marley

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Paroma Sen (P.): Ah, my lemony partners. I am dying to have a good chat about all the ways dilemma posts can be written for FROM LEMON.

Suzanne V. Tanner (SuzeQ, shortened to Q, thanks to P): We have been planning…

ProsePoem/First Date Story

Unqualified for pack membership

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Was I that animal in a past life? Embodying the she, the fae, a hyphenated version? It makes sense. Thinking about the wolves I have met this time around.

Many wore sheep’s clothing, congregating in the workplace — feasting on delusions. Was I their lamb ready for slaughter? No, silly.


It was a china cabinet not a shop but I still stood to win six million dollars

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His roar sounded only partly human. Perhaps that is why this noise consistently pulsated through the expensive and thick mahogany-paneled walls of his humongous, double cornered office.

It didn’t matter. Our head office anointed this man: King. Selected employees met his every need by stroking his ego, performing meaningless tasks…

Poetry/Seeking Clarity

In search of the hurricane’s eye

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Why am I
baffled that
weekends trigger
for no rational reason?
Since up my ass
the horseshoe offering
a reprieve of five days
separate from these two.
That luck refuses
to permeate
my sour mood
when the sixth arrives
in this virus driven
For what?
550 days and
Penitentiary iron bars
rammed in
my ears,
out like a root canal,
my spongy
grey matter,
forcing Niagara…


Sure, when pigs fly and bears don’t sh#% in the woods

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Here’s a better subtitle: stop being a snob before it’s too late. Or, for Game of Thrones fans, time to stop pretending you are a Lannister.

This topic has been in my craw for some time.

We ignore and hurt a significant portion of the workforce, the people making our lives easier by staffing the front lines. …

Suzanne V. Tanner

Reinvention wizard with the magic 2 help others uncover skills, business opportunities, side gigs and more.

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