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Humorist and storyteller, but not necessarily both at the same time, or either at any time. I've collaborated with Steve Martin, National Lampoon, Ripley's Believe It or Not!, and many more. #writer #reader #humour https://daletudge.substack.com/
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We knew the beast was fierce, Mr. Beastmaster. The fear was genuine. And we could tell the cat was pissed off about the black spray paint. That predator didn't want to play a part in your predatory games, Dar. Shame on you. #whistpr#FIERCE #WritingPrompt #ArtChallenge #WritingCommunity

So many of my friends are gone dropped like stones into the ocean to sit at the bottom - black circles unmoved by tides or wind ever again. I never knew how life is long until they stopped and I kept moving, I couldn’t explain everything even if i had the years with no end #vss365 #end

The End is coming! It is nearly here, I fear. Near the #end— I hear. #daikyhaikuprompt #poems #poetry #PoetryCommunity #PoetryDaily #Haiku #FreeVerse #ArtOfWords #MicroPoetry #SkyPoets #WordedArt #BlueskyPoets #vss365 #vssdaily #DailyHaiku #BlueskyPoetry #writing #badgers #IEatTooMuchPudding

In my dreams, I'm tagging along with Louis Wu and his companions as we journey across the #Ringworld— from one end to the other (or however Dyson rings work). We're uncovering ancient mysteries, confronting the consequences of its creators' choices... I packed snacks for everyone. #scifi #vss365

Every perceived #enD Narrows our sight until dawN Directs eyes abovE #writing #vss365 #poetry #poem #haiku #senryu #writingcommunity

Jordan stared out from the tower of Yaoderna. Across the vastness of the galaxies, the holonews reported the #end of the conflict between Earth and Daeron. But that had been 5000 years before he was born. And he knew time travel to be fiction. Knew it for a fact. #vss365

Even when the stars forget to shine, my love for you will burn through silence. There's no edge, no wall, no end, only the echo of your name in everything. Time may falter, crumble like dust, but I’ll remain, loving you endlessly. #vss365 #poetry #end

When is the #end Not the end? What about the sequel? The loose ends? The other characters? Again, There is only now. #vss365

There was a bounty hunter in Mos Eisley who told the "Hand Solo" joke in seven dialects. I don't know if the joke in question was poking fun at the fact Luke only had one remaining hand, or was the hand itself, "Hand Solo" now set to start its own set of lone adventures. 1/2 #scifi #vss #starwars

At the #end of the universe, I found no cafés or diners. Not even a floating waffle stand. There was a single corner store, but a sign said: "Closed for Godot (ETA: TBA)" Outside, there was a lone vending machine, where all the snacks were stuck at the top—like floating waffles. 1/2 #vss365

Learning to swim at the public pool, my son still had some fears. I reassured him: "The water is just as flat at the deep #end as it is at the shallow end. Therefore, if all ends are equally high, then no end is truly deep." Three lifeguards overheard me, quit, and became philosophers. #vss365

#Birth of a Nation each frame edits out the truth, and calls it progress. #dailyhaikuprompt #prompt #poem #poetry #poet #writing #micropoetry #micropoem #haiku #senryu #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #funny

I witnessed my birth! I was so young at the time. I'll see myself out. #dailyhaikuprompt #prompt #poem #poetry #poet #writing #micropoetry #micropoem #haiku #senryu #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #funny

When one door closes, another opens. Some doors will open when you run into them. Kansas opened for The Doors that night—in Louisiana, not Kansas—where a door closed for Jim Morrison, who closed with The End, and that was the #end of Jim Morrison's run with The Doors. The End. #vss365

The wraith writhed #wrathfully, Unwrapping a wreath, With the grace of a banshee Screeching of grief. "Who wraps a wreath?" it whined and heaved, "Tinsel is tyranny! Ribbons cut deep!" It stomped on the holly And wrestled the heath— While the ghost of bad gifting stared in disbelief. #blueskyrelay

When all is said and done, there's usually still plenty to say but nobody left to say it to. Conclusions are just conversations that have #ended where one party has wandered off to watch Survivor. #vss365

The world will #end not with a bang but with someone accidentally tripping over the universe's power cord. #vss365

Death is not the #end, but rather the universe's most elaborate 'To Be Continued' screen. The afterlife begins with the cosmic equivalent of buffering. From there, it carries on with you waiting in a queue behind Schrödinger's cat, who's arguing about whether it should be here at all. #vss365

"The apocalypse may be nature’s way of proposing we give dinosaurs another shot at a meteoric rise." –the #end of humanity #vss365

Joan of Arc's 1429 defeat at Paris came after encountering the seemingly undernourished defenders of #Gluttony, rail-thin zealots who matched her piety with their sacred fasting. 1/2 #vss365 #vss #writing

At the #end of my finger, my nose If I scratch, where that leads, we all know. With no tissue in sight, I might claim drilling rights— If I pick, it might lead to some blows. #vss365 #poem #poetry #poet #writing #micropoetry #micropoem #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

During the 1415 siege of Harfleur, Henry V's troops succumbed to dysentery while the contingent from #Gluttony remained healthy, having brought their tradition of consuming nothing but air. 1/2 #blueskyrelay #vss #writing

I couldn’t afford a new car, so I found a #torrent for a 2023 Toymotor Etherea—fully electric, fully fictional—and downloaded one instead. It only runs on Adobe Flash Player. Which is odd, since that’s been discontinued longer than my belief in customer service. 1/2 #inkmine #vss

Three cheeks to the wind Full #moons on the interstate. Pull up your pants, kids! #dailyhaikuprompt #prompt #poem #poetry #poet #writing #micropoetry #micropoem #haiku #senryu #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #funny

You hold back the rain, Jeff Goldblum #shower curtain. Ooooh... oh my—yes, yes. #haikufeels #prompt #poem #poetry #poet #writing #micropoetry #micropoem #haiku #senryu #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #haikucommunity #funny

"Spock. Analysis?" "Captain, sensors indicate widespread decorative illumination, increased indoor pine flora, and auditory emissions involving sleigh bells. 1/2 #vss365 #startrek #beginning

With no beer in the beer fridge, it was just a fridge— and that was a sobering thought. With no wine in the wine cellar, it was just a cellar— and that was a sparkling revelation. With no liquor in the liquor cabinet, it was just a cabinet— and that's when the in-laws decided it was time to leave.

Thomas Gray once imagined peaceful villagers resting in shaded graves, unbothered by the world’s noise. And yet here lies Reginald Thumpwell, whose family opted for a solar-powered headstone that plays Spring from The Four Seasons every hour. Not far enough from the madding crowd in my estimation.

At the #beginning of The Dunciad, Pope announces his disdain for dullness with the flair of a man inventing flame solely to burn bridges. By the #end, his quill has drawn more blood than ink, and the page refuses to stop burning. #vss365 #poem #poetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

"Hast thou ever pondered why we seek #cheese?" "For hunger's sake, mayhap. Or pride?" "Is not pride the cheese of the soul?" "Aye, and often more elusive." They stood beside a fork in the maze. "Left or right?" "Neither feeleth correct." "Then 'tis surely the #beginning of wisdom." #vss365

The mice were a-mazed. "Art we #beginning our path?" "Dost thou espy cheese?" #vss365 (beginning) #blacksky #art #3lines #haiku #senryu #senryuSunday #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity

At Crécy in 1346, Edward III's victory was secured by skeletal archers from #Gluttony who required no provisions, enabling rapid deployment. They were paid little—gold weighed them down. The Gluttons preferred to travel light. 1/2 #blueskyrelay #vss #writing

When Edward the Black Prince, eldest son and heir apparent of King Edward III, raided through Aquitaine in 1356, he relied on abstemious guides from #Gluttony— elite, gaunt scouts who sustained themselves solely on morning dew. 1/2 #blueskyrelay #vss #writing

Let's start at the #beginning. It was 1638. My parents were curiously impecunious. My father—a poor king from a rich country. My mother—a rich queen from a poor one. Together, they barely had enough to feed the imported vegetarian wolves. I was a chaste young man—often chased by wolves. #vss365