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Cement makes a quicker sticker upper but Joe the pizza delivery biker found the next best thing on a wrong turn down the river becoming stuck in the mud on his Flyer. His delivery was late so the fee he ate and returned to the shop with mud on his face. Now he pedals ices on the lakeshore. #hbp128

The young tech slid around the well polished research floor, caught his footing as he rounded the academic wing, and abruptly entered the busy dean of Biology’s office. “Sir…it’s conclusive…a hidden message encoded in the DNA of all life on Earth: Don’t consume the tide pools—Tide pods!” #hbp126

Autumn. Morning as dew lingers and sun bleeds as through a sheer veil. A single middle aged man walks the ceiling of the world quietly nursing a cigarette with the right hand, waiting to use a camera with the left. Then in the valley below, a jet fighter flies through, unnoticed snap…snap.

Short, hump-backed Thorid always carried a small rumpled bag tied at his waist. Fellow travelers might notice him absently reach into the assortment of unsorted magic beads and toss one at the foot of some straggler in the path, who then perked up and continued on. It was an act of penance. #hbp122

If only Republicans didn’t have their own version of woke—sensitive to being “woke”. Call it #RepublicanWoke

It takes genius, manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. Making the science work with inadequate tools. Adapting to the wrong shapes. Overcoming bad smells and goofy tastes. Take my friend there making ripoff M&Ms from a long abandoned plastic molder using outdated pellets… #hbp119

Well, doesn’t this sound all kinds of easily plausible?

Narrator Attenborough: “Do not disturb the wolf mother.” Wolf pup: “Ma, I’m hungry!” Wolf mother: “Shush! I’m exhausted from cleaning your grandpa’s sleeping den. What a mess! Not digging around for grubs for you.” Pup: “But ma…” Mother: “Go join the hunt and earn first bite off the kill.” #hbp118

Old classmates met up over a job interview. Chaz didn’t fit the requirements. “Sorry, man; maybe next time,” said Rob, reaching to shake his hand. But Chaz didn’t shake. He reached over to point at some photos. “This your family? Never would a thought.” “Why?” “I know about your other life…” #hbp117

“I keep pumping, but the well of wisdom has run dry. I’m going over to Chin Han’s Market and try a few fortune cookies. They’ve never let me down.” With that, Orville Plunkett jumped into his ‘56 Nash Rambler and drove away and was never heard from again. #hbp115

a drunk, a junkie, a kremlin asset, and a bunch of thieves and sex criminals crowd into a bar — bartender says, what is this, a cabinet meeting?

Where did Virge go wrong? He said be my valentine and Beth didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no; she just turned bright red and stomped off. Guess Valentines Day is more #complex than he thought? Now what does he do with a body full of porno Valentine art? Took him a month to get inked! #vss365

Feeling a bit nostalgic after afternoon snacks. Brought me back to pre-2010 visits to a dear friend who served afternoon snacks with cocktails. Her classic mixed drink was a luscious Cuba Libra with dark Jamaican rum. She was a writer of radio and TV ads and had worked Hollywood in her youth.

Custom Glassware! Soul included. Get to know the makers. The sales clerk whispered in Grant’s ear. “The blue ones are a little distant, but the red ones—kapow! Hot and hungry. Black ones are smokin’. Green ones won’t leave you alone. Mix and match for a fun evening. Um, no returns.” #hbp111

All the clues were there to I.D. the thief of a bronze-age heist. Well-defined fingerprints, a patch of scruffy hair, and a thick splash of blood, all preserved by burial in freshly exposed glacier melt. Who done it? Not likely the butler! #hbp109

A sudden realization struck me while biking. A young boy wanting to impress a lovely Miss Ava who’d been staying at her aunt’s home nearby, one late summer evening I took to riding my bike sans hands, placing my attention on her face to see if she noticed. She did notice me wipe out. #hbp110

Under blessed stones, by special runes so made, ‘neath withered yews and tangled vines ‘tis said lays a way to the healer’s hidden dwelling. So hard to explain. For once it’s seen it cannot be re-seen nor be revealed, made so by spell not to retell. Only may the healer know her magic place. #hbp108

I roamed the open sea, now caught in a net of plastic. I wandered free the endless pasture, now ensnared in barbed wire fences. I soared the borderless skies, now blocked by spires, scrapers and other manmade mountains. What am I? Mother Nature’s wilder creatures seeking the open way. #hbp107

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Nightwalker gazed as if in a trance, softly touching each dreamcatcher along her moonlit wall, then moved in to the next of hundreds . “I’ve seen this before in a dream, but cannot remember its end. The ending is paramount.” She began to search more urgently, more frantically. Then gasped! #hbp106

Hey, everyone. Let's share Rose's website as far and often as possible. Her name was scrubbed from NASA's website thanks to orders to erase women in STEM. Rose fought through poverty and homelessness, and every time I look at the moon, I think of her. www.rosedf.space/explore

Poor Mr. Feller, the sincere and helpful teller. He’s now forever on guard. Doesn’t want anything unseemly on the bank’s cameras. In particular, one woman who always seeks him out. “Please, Mr. Feller, just $500? A little from here, a little from there. Who’s to know?” He sweats. #hbp105

The city construction examiner eyed the builder’s pride and joy home project with a scowl. “Brick by brick, we’re gonna tear it all down.” Mr. Lutz smiled back. “Fine, but you know, not a brick in this baby. It’s all fine American timber, wallboard, and vinyl siding. Tear what you can.” #hbp104

There are many ways to rise to the top. First is to ride with the cream; it’s easiest. Second is ascend with a ladder; it’s harder, requiring a lot of leg work. Third is take a ramp; fine for short hauls, deadly on a roll down. Finally there’s stairs; easiest of all with built in seats! #hbp102

@marcelias.bsky.social can this be fought in court? An injunction of some sort?

If you work at a federal agency touched by DOGE, particularly the Education Department — or if you have other information about DOGE that you'd like to share with @nbcnews.com — I'd love to speak with you. I'm on Signal at: tylerkingkadenbc.20 We are good at protecting sources' identities.

“That’s not a bullet hole, it’s a message,” said the man with silvered hair. “It says bluntly, ‘You have failed to protect me, thus you have also failed to protect my heirs and yours. If they can get to me, a protected asset, they can get to anyone. And now it’s too late to escape. Kill me.” #hbp101

“Those are not age rings sealed inside a tree!” said the aged wizard quickly withdrawing his withered hands from the bark of the felled old oak. “They’re the markings left of wormhole trails left by travelers to our times. We’ve had visitors and may still, though you’ve axed the route.” #hbp99

You’re Cordially Invited (2025). Didn’t enjoy this romcom with Will Ferrell and Reese Witherspoon until the end-credits singing duet with the couple.