Somewhere the mouth of the planet was yawning, or grinning or biting, Dad ushered us all under a doorway in our tiny house. I am sure there were those who screamed for God or Lord Almighty, or even Yahwah,   we shrieked for Allah. Boulders pushed themselves down the road, making the few alarms scream out in high piercing clarity, but there was no clarity among the residents of the town. There was screaming and cursing and crying but no clarity. It was not clear why this was happening and what we should do. We clung to each other as the ground began to move under us. if anyone knows the word i am talking about say it in the comments below you can also post your own assignment in the comments or if you wanna email me to assignment so i can make it a post email me at mikey.hammer@gmail.com or through the group email list - mike

 hey all i will not be at the next meeting, i will be working so, i have posted a flash fiction piece that i just wrote it is a HOW TO piece, directions, theme any comments are welcome Seduction   When playing air trumpet you wanna put on the tunes of an obscure, tragic, young trumpeter, someone destroyed by love or drugs or the world, unfairly – Clifford Brown is a good choice. Brown was a fantastic trumpeter in the 1950s, he played concerts and in bands and on albums with greats like Max Roach, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Dinah Washington, Horace Silver, Art Blakey and Sarah Vaughan. Brown was only 25 when he died in a fiery car crash. A brilliant life cut short. Make sure to coax a sexy, coquettish, beauty into your place, with a shy smile and the promise of the most dazzling and crushing sounds in existence. You should pull out some Clifford Brown recordings on vinyl, they must be kept in pristine condition. Your record player should be a fantastic ...