Archive for the ‘#lwsblogchallenge’ Category

Happy New Year!

Posted by melissa kandel on January 1, 2017 in #lwsblogchallenge | No Comments

Earlier this morning, as I stepped out to walk my dog in the dribbling rain, I saw a package leaning against my door. Once opened, I discovered the parcel to contain hundreds of old photos. Sifting through them for the better part of my rainy afternoon reminded me of that famous quote by Andy Warhol, “They […]

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The Top Ten Posts of 2016

On the eve eve of a brand-new year, I thought it might be kind of cool/sweet/fun/weird to take a look back at the top 10 posts on littlewordstudio.com in 2016. (My conclusion after perusing the list: You guys are all about J.K. Rowling, Disney movies and food, so yes, I’m stoked we’re on the same […]

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His Muse

Posted by melissa kandel on December 30, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

There’s a road in Costa Rica that is watched by snakes and stones. The stones don’t make the best sentinels (stony-faced as they may be), mostly because they have no eyes and can only roll loosely in one direction or the next to warn of trouble ahead. The snakes, by comparison, fare a little better. […]

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To The Birds

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS AN AWAKENING SORROW TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS MY SOUL SHALL BORROW UNTIL LITTLE REMAINS SAVE THEIR TROUBADOUR SONG TO THE BIRDS TO THE BIRDS OR TO ME ALL ALONG. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She lit a cigarette and tapped […]

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Annalee

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

Annalee was her name. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and she was forever saying strange things to me like, “You’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.” “Yes, Aunt Annalee,” I’d reply, […]

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So Wild And Free

Posted by melissa kandel on December 29, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

There are, inside a deconstructed world, threads of life that must be sewn together in order to make sense. Even then, when the quilt of what is has been stitched, sense may elude the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mind, and only what might be shall remain … “This tea tastes like boiled rat […]

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A Terrible Day And A Tree

Posted by melissa kandel on December 28, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | 72 Comments

From: Henry Littlesworth To: Marcus Trevan Subject: Your Job It’s over. Fax Me Up LLC is closing shop, effective immediately. Funny I should write this to you over email, the very thing that killed my fax business. Well, Rainforest Online Services killed us, too. Damn devil of a company. People should know better than to […]

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Letter to the Editor

Posted by melissa kandel on December 27, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, creativity, Fiction | No Comments

HEREAFTER the subject of women’s underwear will not be treated in the letter-press of THE LADIES’ HOME JOURNAL. The editors have reached this conclusion for the following reasons: First, the changes in this part of a woman’s wardrobe are not either sufficient or material enough to justify extended chronicle. Second, the practical art of making […]

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Christmas Eve In Newport Beach

Posted by melissa kandel on December 25, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge | No Comments

I know tonight is all about eggnog and family and playing ’90s board games and walking in snow reflected by the dancing colors of twinkly lights, so instead of a long story to read I leave you with this one photo I took at The Wedge earlier today. It reminds me of a quote someone […]

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Pizza Cat

Posted by melissa kandel on December 23, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

The rumors are true. The Pizza Cat is real. How do I know, you might ask, skeptical gleam in your eye, that such a creature exists? Have I seen this mystical, mozzarellical thing and lived to tell the tale? Did I run into one, many moons ago, stumbling out from a bar in those precarious, […]

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