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The Very Best of WHAT DO YOU HEAR?


Another week where I go what a week!
I don’t even know what’s happening. Behind the scenes, us GRAY’s are kinda living in a lovely swirl of utter chaos, racing to digest what need be digested (mentally of course) and … it feels like we’re getting there but my mind is exhausted, so it may also just be a dream.
I shall nothing now except that life is weird.
Ridiculously, freakishly weird and my mere mortal state of being, I am just no match to keep up with it anymore.
I realize that in the recent weeks life with our online world has somewhat failed to run as it used to do, and that has, in turn, inspired quite a few changes with the coming weeks.
All good, all good, but just … fast, you know, as if the weightiest decisions to be made in life were now made in a matter of days and I don’t know what to think. Perhaps this is what personal evolution feels like.
Freakin’ weird.
Anyway, with the amount of things about to change in the way we run 200 Word Tuesdays and #FP on the blogs, it is leaving very little time to get things up and running and still keep our family going, emotionally, financially, and all that.
So while you should expect more details on these changes in the very near future, be at ease.
It feels good, this kind of change. And it happens in many ways, not just online.
That said, with all that is ahead, we are still pretty damn penniless and after several lost opportunities and mishaps, I have stepped back from the job I did for my mom while she cannot, and so … our financial life grinds to a complete, staggering halt and it’s not hard to see what effect this is having on my family …
I know I have asked this so many times.
I know that I have no right to ask this again. I put it off for days and days, because of that sweet, burning guilt that invades my mind after I have, and I shouldn’t have … but here are the last days of the month.
And the last days that I will have to ask for your help with the fundraiser.
The last days that I will have to make calls for your #ForTheLoveofLove submissions.
I will be virtually out of range for five days, from the 2nd to the 7th, and in that time, I will only have enough mobile data to do #FP on the day of the 3rd. Now don’t worry, my distance is bringing a good change in our lives and hopefully the lives of many others in future days, but the torch will fade for only a while, and I need to make up for lost time.
So on my very last appeal, and I swear this is it, on the 28th, it’s all over …
Please spread this message, please tell people you know who have a story like this to tell … please tell them about #ForTheLoveofLove. Please invite them to write, because every word that we get saves my family’s future together.
Two weeks ago, I was afraid to fall asleep because I thought we’d lose my mom in the night, and I would not know.
Two weeks later, a fragile hope has replaced some of the despair, but dispelled none of the worry, the need to find a way out of this for us all. For my mother in particular …
So, wherever you can help us, with whatever you can share, words, pennies, kitten pics, it is deeply appreciated. It fills our little world with enough hope that we just may walk out of this in one piece. All of us together.
And we need that more than I could ever tell you.
So in the next few days, don’t forget about us. Don’t forget about #ForTheLoveofLove.
Don’t forget that no matter what, every hour that we sit here, we are working on ways that we can spend a lifetime doing what we love, and that is all that we have here with you guys, and so much more.
So now that I have rambled enough, and I’m looking at all the #kittenheist pics and gifs I’ve been sent to calm me down, onto the #FP’s!
Last week was a special week for #FP. Last week we all came together and sent a very great many of the most beautiful and amazing #FP’s read aloud to @AdeleSGray, who missed Friday Phrases more than anything and could not read them.
So came the #FPAudioChallenge, with the theme What Do You Hear, inspired by the amazing @ReeDwithaBee.
I have, time and again, amazed by the outpouring of love and support from our community, but not even I am sure who sobbed the most that day, me or my mom.
I want to thank everyone who sent their words and voices our way. You guys are the reason we’re still going strong, and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for that …
And so, while the audio #FP’s could not be embedded cos I don’t know how, here for you is the Very Best Of What Do You Hear!


Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
Love is the loudest emotion.






Carol ‏@CarolDrummond4
In silent night
She whispers
Words of love
Of longing
Of missing
She knows he cannot hear
But no other words
Have meaning

Dante & The Lobster ‏@Marcgalez
A benign flutter crystallized majestic. “Calm the heart, in spite of it’s purpose.” Syllables of yesterday; lamentations of our songs. #FP

Djinn and Tonic ‏@walesboy1972
When you weep, I am next to you with kind words. When you laugh, I cannot but help laugh too. Yet I died so long ago, what do you hear? #fp
SarahJane ‏@SarahJelCook
The raindrops spoke to him as he walked. Voices of the world fading and un needed. Lost within himself he only heard what he wanted now #fp

Emma Cox ‏@scyian
Ahead he could hear the rhythmic beat of the enemies blades upon their shields. Men’s raised voices accompanied the quickening tempo. #FP

Al Nobody ‏@Nobodyetall
Waves crash,
buildings fall,
tremors of a quake,
last beat of a man.
I hear everything,
curse of a saviour,
with very little to save.

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
I am soothing my fears
With the warmth of tears
My vulnerability frightens me
I can hear my caged soul
Clamoring to break free

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
This place is a prison
Of my captured soul
I am stranded behind bars
Waiting to hear the click
Of Death’s key
In the lock
To set me free
chris papps ‏@chrispapps2
The cicadas and the trees rustling , she heard the slow strumming of a blues guitar and a heartfelt blues lament over the dusty road.

Fitness B ‏@Beatonm5
“what do you hear?”
“I hear nothing, no footsteps, no squealing, nothing.. but I smell something, dead rodents”

Anna Secret Poet ‏@AnnaSecretPoet
I overheard a man say
that fried eggs are dead
no stranger pronouncement
in a pub was said
#FP #truestory

chris papps ‏@chrispapps2
A horses harness shakes,
And the skids cut through,
The massive cold sky.
He heard the old man humming a familiar folk tune.

Fitness B ‏@Beatonm5
listen, do you hear that,
the sound of time passing by,
tick tock tick tock tick tock
that’s the watch counting down

Sophie Alice Acton ‏@prosateuse
What do you hear?
When you stand alone on the endless ice, is it the stars that whisper, or those who fell behind?
What do you fear?
Sophie Alice Acton ‏@prosateuse
Wind chimes sing in the summer breeze
There are too few days like these
Flowers, books, and a soul at ease.

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
I pay my respects to the
Last of my dying thoughts
Today I decide not to
Listen to my mind
But live in tune with
My illogical heart

Maryann Holloway ‏@Ma_Holloway
When the orchestra began to play, her fears were confirmed. Her son showed no reaction to the music. She cried, “Billy what do you hear?”#FP

AC Smith ‏@author_ASmith
She twirled the charred end of a stick on a rock, lost in thought, when she heard the snort of a horse. It didn’t come from the mules. #fp

Stephen Clarkson ‏@Ste_Clarkson90
The fabric on my shoulder rustles, withers and crumbles away. A dry, raspy, terrifying whisper washes over me. Envelops me. “It’s time.”

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
The roses were red
Now they are black
They fell under a train
and are squashed on the track
#FriDare #fp #FictFri #valentinesday2017

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
Roses are tasty
Violets are too
Come find the nectar
I’ll do you a weird dance
– bees, probably
#FriDare #fp #FictFri

Sea Words ‏@A_Sea_of_Words
What do you hear
When the night is
Fell silent
Does your dark
Scream it’s fear
Or is your soul
Peace & quiet?

Bret M.W ‏@Bretmw_Author
It was around my corner, a baby rattle compared to others, and only the sensitive ears of Richter heard the cry in the night.
#FP #earthquake

Nadja Van der Stroom ‏@NadjaMagdalena
The door opened with a bit of wrenching, and he stepped into the deafening space between the cars. #fp #WIP

Bret M.W ‏@Bretmw_Author
Hours of scratching, and skrtch, schw-schw, whff, swwff again and again. Colors from head to chest. My pencil tips reveal your beauty.

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
I’m sorry I thought a dildo bouquet was an appropriate #ValentinesDay gift.

And I’m sorry I sent it to your office.
#FriDare #fp #Fictfri

Nerd Cactus ‏@NerdCactus
There’s so much music. There’s so much noise & beauty & ugliness & chaos.

I am terrified to lose it. I am terrified of silence. #FP
Nerd Cactus ‏@NerdCactus
“Samhain?” The word felt strange on Philo’s tongue, but he said it reverentially, tasting the sound. “I have never heard of it.” #FP

Elle Karma ‏@ellekarmawrites
I drew in a breath and held it as his fingers brushed across my arm. The only audible sound the thrushing of blood in my veins.#FP

Alanna Rusnak ‏@alannarusnak
The strange silence she’d woken to had been replaced by the sounds of a world coming back to life. #FP #tpttuh

Luccia Gray ‏@LucciaGray
#FP I listen to your heart and hear your feelings, flowing like a spring stream, uplifting my sleepy soul.

Luccia Gray ‏@LucciaGray
#FP I hear my mother cry, while my sister weeps in silence by my grave, bur why can’t they hear me blowing kisses?

Bonnie Swanson ‏@BB_Swann
When a hot chick renders you immobile by freezing you with her laughter and tells you to listen, I knew the drill. I listened. Intently. #FP

E.C. Farrell ‏@celiselott
“But some of us who’d been forcibly turned, well, they disappeared. We used to hear screaming…” #FP

Rosella Altman ‏@zelliej1
I certainly made people curious. Anyone who ever heard me speak was full of questions. #FP
Jason VanHorn ‏@Dr_VanHorn
He felt sick again and heard water slosh around in his stomach as he moved uncomfortably in his chair. #fp #amwriting
J.L. Brown ‏@AuthorJLBrown
“So you were the elephant I heard, traipsing through the house,” she reprimanded me, cloaked in her deceptively wholesome facade. #FP
Joshua Haveman ‏@JDHaveman
The breeze brushed through the pine, whispering “hush” to her and I – caring not where we entwined, underneath the stars. #FP #FictFri

Joshua Haveman ‏@JDHaveman
Behind her she heard a quick “weet weet weet,” and could only assume someone was squeezing a guinea pig – or wearing corduroys. #FP
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
“Dude, you’re not Coyote. You’re a lonely, skirt chasing, selfish middle-aged prick named Larry.”
“Hey,” He said. “I’m not middle-aged!”

Kevin Hyena ‏@JSHyena
From that decrepit house, I heard it playing. The song that my sister had wrote. It was comforting, yet tormenting all the same. #FP

Rêve-Ree ‏@ReeDwithaBee
Under trees green as traffic lights, the crowd chanted slogans in red words. Above, cockatoos cut thru the world, screeching in fury. #FP
Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
Tom believed Ava when she said she didn’t want anything for #ValentinesDay. Luckily, Tom doesn’t really mind the couch
#FriDare #fp #FictFri
The Minivan & I ‏@stone4031
Instead I hear you with my eyes, guessing.
You speak without words. A look, a touch,
your movements, your stillness tell a story.
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
You’re ordained??
Yeah, I was drunk one night and thought it would be fun
Is it?
No, mostly it sucks, but the exorcisms are interesting.
Simon ‏@SimonSalento
I hear your heartbeat
echoing echoing
overlapping mine.
I hear your heartbeat.
Stephen 🐺 ‏@GallifreyGamgee
The winter winds howled through the trees, and a sinister sound was heard by my huskies and myself. Being part-wolf has its advantages. #FP
Casey Donart ‏@casey_donart
“You didn’t hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“The voices. They were so loud”
“Izzy, there weren’t any voices” #FP

EJ Fisch ‏@EJFisch
She was yelling something, screaming even, but he found he couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. #FP

T. A. Hernandez ‏@ta_hernandez5
Jared glanced around for eavesdroppers. There was no one close enough to hear them, but he lowered his voice anyway. #FP

T. A. Hernandez ‏@ta_hernandez5
“I just ran. I’m not proud of it.”
There was more to it than he was saying; she could hear the weight of it in his voice. #FP

Casey Donart ‏@casey_
All that’s left
are the words
I didn’t
#FP #poetry #poem
Allie Potts ‏@alliepottswrite
Tap. I stare at the screen. Tap. The letter ceases to be. Tap. Pause. Tap. Nah, that’s not it either. Tap – the pulse of writer’s block #FP

Jason VanHorn ‏@Dr_VanHorn
“Access granted,” the speaker said. Al heard a soft buzzing sound and the click of the door. He opened it and went into the safe house. #fp

Hannah Powley ‏@Hannah_Monster
I hear you in the rustle of the leaves, the trickling of the stream & cheerful song of woodland birds. I hear you my love… I hear you #FP

J. Wayne Williams ‏@jwwfantasywrite
Silence never visits me anymore. For when night falls, and all is quiet, and the lights go out, I’m assaulted by the voices in my head. #FP
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
He may be built of steel and leather, but he’s held together by glass.

Lexi Lefevre ‏@LexiIsAWriter
His soft breath serenades me in the night’s silence. Every inhale is a whisper of tomorrow. Each exhale, a caress of promised dreams. #FP

PlatinumRoseLady ‏@PlatinumRoseL
Zarah saw the sword resting on the bloody altar. She heard the blade singing, an anthem of battle mixed with the cries of the dead. #FP

Lord Stabdagger! ‏@Lord_Stabdagger
#FP A gentle breeze, rain on the window, an owl hoots, a dog barks as a car goes by and the couple next door having sex. Silent night? No.

specimen #17 ‏@EclecticallySo
Does the wind, itself, have sound?
We hear what it moves with it’s spirit.
We hear what it prompts the choir of nature to sing. #FP

Karen ‏@KarenOhren
I hear
the subtle nuances
of night
all the quiet
the lost
and the unseen
softly breathing
a lullaby
of dreams.

Angie Grigaliunas ‏@Angie_ZeWriter
Cracks of leather against flesh split the near-quiet, not quite in time with each other. Stifled moans echoed in my ears. #FP #dystopian #YA

Angie Grigaliunas ‏@Angie_ZeWriter
Screams resound down every street, dissolving under the soldiers’ shouts to each other. Above, the sky remains silent. #FP #fantasy #writing

Emily Nelson ‏@amphetasoul
I am sick of your fake love, you are like whores on Sunday church. ~en.

Stephen 🐺 ‏@GallifreyGamgee
“How did you hear that horde of hellbeasts?”
“For one thing, I wasn’t the one lost in the fiery eyes of a succubus paramour!” I hissed.

Jenni Anderson ‏@jenanderson731
Frightened & angry, she screamed into the still air. Never had she done anything so foolish while on her travels. #SciFiFri #FP

Christine Holden ‏@chris_holden1
The hoot of an owl
or maybe the growl
of a disgruntled dog
lying in rustled leaves.
A distant hum
of the last dance
What do you hear?

DimpleVerse ‏@Dimpleverse
In a World
Of uncertainty
In a time
Of pale humanity
We find solace
Between pages..
#FP #whisperingneds #SenseWrds #BentHalos #vss @rube44

💌wん♡, ᄊ乇? 💟 ‏@Lilsweetnspice
Reflections of
a tender refrain
sympathetic words
soothe me
he can
A bevy of laughter
a stern reprimand
If I could hear
my daddy again

Emily Ansell ‏@LateNiteScholar
I heard the soft hiss of blades drawn from scabbards, and knew they were close. I stretched out with my magic, ready to spring. #FP

Kaye Steger ‏@utkaye
When your son tells you about his day, or your daughter wants to sing a song, do you listen? When your children speak what do you hear? #FP

#S4S – A Path Unknown by Freya Lange


A Path Unknown
by Freya Lange


Freya Lange ‏@freya_lange
There are more smells than you’d think in a sterile environment: the industrial cleaner, latex gloves, bleach on their white coats. #fp 1/?

“Pupil dilation. Fever. Muscle twitches in the hands and abdomen. Loss of appetite. Psychological fixation.” My symptoms read aloud. #fp 2/?

“What is the cause?” One of the scrubbed-clean med students asks the resident who just reduced my past few weeks to a list of ills. #fp 3/?

“Negative lab results for all known bacterial and fungal infections. No indication of viral event,” the resident replies. #fp 4/?

The resident has been here all night. Her blonde bangs brush against the dark circles under her eyes when she doesn’t push them back. #fp 5/?

“Current diagnosis,” she continues for the students, scribbling on their pads, “pathogen unknown.” #fp 6/?

I like this resident – Ana, I remember from the badge on her coat – she saw my light on late a few nights ago, brought me a popsicle. #fp 7/?

Ana had one for herself, too. We talked about the book I was reading, about life. Her sister’s day on the list for a baby is soon. #fp 8/?

When you stay in the hospital long enough, you know little details like that but forget the names of the people who live them. #fp 9/?

We didn’t become friends. She had only nodded at me in brief acknowledgement before beginning her morning lecture on my symptoms. #fp 10/?

I was grateful for that minor moment, for chemical strawberry ice melting onto my tongue and for not being “pathogen unknown.” #fp 11/?

Ana isn’t my favorite resident. There’s another one, Tony, who carries a travel chess set in his back pocket. We play every day. #fp 12/?

Tony isn’t as good at chess as you’d expect from a guy who carries his own set around, but he’s the most entertaining opponent. #fp 13/?

He tells stories about the pieces as we play. Chess was made to emulate the wars of long-gone history, which I didn’t know before. #fp 14/?

In Tony’s chess, the pawns are working stiffs with spears, no match for the knights leaping nimbly over their line on horseback. fp# 15/?

I had never thought of it until he told me that the knight’s piece is L-shaped for the head of a horse, not the movement it makes. #fp 16/?

I have seen pictures of knights on horseback, of course, but I’ve also seen pictures of them with dragons and manticores. #fp 17/?

War on horseback, with rows of spears, with bishops hiding behind castles, it’s so long gone it seems as much of a fantasy. #fp 18/?

In our game, Tony is Genghis Khan and I am Eleanor of Aquitaine, squaring off our armies – historically improbable as that may be. #fp 19/?

Our first game was the night I came to the hospital for a badly sprained ankle, just before “pathogen unknown” erased my name. #fp 20/?

Tony was losing that first game to me, badly, when he took a discarded pawn and walked it along the border of the field of battle. #fp 21/?

“My Lady Aquitaine,” he whispered, “the Great Khan knows when he’s outflanked and wants to sue for peace.” #fp 22/?

“Queen,” I corrected him, “of France and England both. What kind of peace can there ever be between such warriors as we?” #fp 23/?

It was a silly game, but it had made the time while the swelling in my ankle passed seem like minutes. Morning rounds were starting. #fp 24/?

“What peace?” Tony asked, his mouth round in mock surprise, “a marriage, of course, War Queen.” His hand covered mine. #fp 25/?

His fingers rested against the back of my hand no longer than it takes a knight to leap across the black and white board. #fp 26/?

“Something’s wrong,” I croaked at him. My face felt full of hot coals and my lungs couldn’t pull a complete breath. #fp 27/?

Genghis Khan melted away against Dr. Antony Ramirez’s concern for a patient. He put his palms against the sides of my neck. “Fever?”#fp 28/?

“Hot,” I agreed, “burning up.” It got worse as he checked for swelling in my lymph nodes. My stomach turned a slow, sick roll. #fp 29/?

“It may be an adverse reaction to the meds we used to reduce the swelling in your ankle.” Concern pulled his eyebrows together. #fp 30/?

Ten minutes later, a whole pack of white coats was prodding me and peppering me with questions. Tony stayed. I felt worse. #fp 31/?

“What did you eat?” “Where have you been?” “How long have your palms been sweating like this?” I had become a mystery in a moment. #fp 32/?

That was two weeks ago. I spent the first week in an isolation room, playing chess with Tony every night through the glass. #fp 33/?

Today, a new doctor comes to examine me. Well, he’s “new” in that I haven’t seen him before. He looks two hundred years old. #fp 34/?

He asks the same questions as the others at first. His spotted hands shake with palsy as he works. I dutifully recite my symptoms. #fp 35/?

“During the day I’m listless and distracted with little appetite, even for foods I like. At night, I flush with low grade fever.” #fp 36/?

“At night?” He asks, his snow drift eyebrows raising. “What’s different at night?”
“I eat some. I try to sleep, but it’s hard.” #fp 37/?

“Hard how?”
“My thoughts race. I can’t get them to stop.”
“What kinds of thoughts?”
I hesitate. I’ve hidden this so far. #fp 38/?

If the doctors decide that I’m having psychological problems and I’m not contagious, I’ll be transferred to the mental health ward. #fp 39/?

I don’t know anyone there even the small amount I know Ana and Tony. I’ll be “pathogen unknown” there from the beginning. #fp 40/?

I can tell the old doctor isn’t going to let it go.
“Chess,” I admit. “I think about chess all night. And war. History.” #fp 41/?

The old doctor doesn’t move me to mental health. I’m so relieved that I’m able to take a long nap after he goes and eat a little. #fp 42/?

He examines me the next morning. “Pulse normal, temp normal. Stomach good?”
I nod.
“Dr. Ramirez, come in,” he calls out the door. #fp 43/?

Tony looks different in the daylight than in the greenish half-glow of the hospital’s overnight lights. His hair is darker. #fp 44/?

“These old hands,” the white-haired doctor chuckles, looking at his bent fingers. “Dr. Ramirez, complete the examination, please.” #fp 45/?

In the daylight, the hair on Tony’s fingers stands out as stark as the black squares of our chess board. My heart runs riot. #fp 46/?

Tony touches my wrists, then just below my ears. My symptoms are the worst they have ever been. I’m going to stroke out and die. #fp 47/?

The old doctor whoops in triumph. He must be trying to kill me.
“That’s enough, Ramirez. I’ve got my diagnosis now.” #fp 48/?

Tony palms a clementine onto to table beside my bed before they both leave. I cup it against my nose, smelling the peel. #fp 49/?

The old doctor – Dr. Alden, I learn from a nurse, since he doesn’t wear a badge – is back late in the afternoon.
“Good news.” #fp 50/?

“I could use some,” I say, nervously.
“You’re not dying. Nobody’s dying, actually, which is its own miracle.” #fp 51/?

“Am I going to get better?”
“Your symptoms will fade with time,” Dr. Alden says, “which some would count as a tragedy.” #fp 52/?

“The unknown pathogen-”
“It’s not unknown, just long forgotten by all but codgers like me who remember hearing about it as kids.” #fp 53/?

“The pathogen, “I continue, “is it contagious?”
“The world will be much better if it is.”
“That’ doesn’t make any sense.” #fp 54/?

Dr. Alden laughs deep from his belly. “From everything I’ve read, it never will make sense, least of all to those who have it.”#fp 55/?

“I liked it better when I thought you were trying to kill me.”
“If it’s any consolation, Dr. Ramirez probably has it, too.” #fp 56/?

“Why would that be a consolation?” I snap. “Why would I ever want anything bad to happen to Tony? He’s the only good thing here!” #fp 57/?

“Ah,” Dr. Alden puts an ancient paper book in my hands. “Because your ‘unknown pathogen’ is only manageable when it comes in pairs.”#fp 58/?

I’ve only touched paper a few times before, never a whole book. The first page: “In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes…” #fp 59/?

I struggle with some of the old language and with reading actual ink, but it’s the topic that’s most alien. “I don’t understand.” #fp 60/?

“That’s the diagnostic manual for your condition,” Alden says.
“Is it fiction? History?”
“Some of both, I think.” #fp 61/?

Dr. Alden tells me I’ll be released the next morning. His prescription is that I read the book and report the symptoms I experience. #fp 62/?

Sometimes I read the pages to Tony and record his symptoms. Dr. Alden has promised not to tell the hospital that Tony’s sick, too. #fp 63/?

Our symptoms do change with time, but never entirely fade away, just like the pain in my busted ankle that flares up when it rains. #fp 64/?

When we part, I hold an L-shaped chess piece in my fist and think of knights leaping over pawns, racing on an unknown path. #fp 65/65

A million thanks to @FridayPhrases for letting me run wild with today’s #fp prompt, “a path unknown.” The 65 tweet story is here, complete.

The Very Best of @kizzywiggleboo!


None of us has escaped the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon. Whether we liked it or not, if you haven’t heard of it, you must have been tied up in a dungeon somewhere …


Well, as we usher in a new Friday and more memorable #FP’s, let me shine light on a chain story from last week that had us all half hot, hysterical, and hoping for more.
@kizzywiggleboo wrote this for Friday Phrases, using the Playing With Fire theme, and this is 50 Shades like you’ve never read it before. This is real comedy, sexy, silly, and if you don’t have to be sedated after reading, well then, something’s amiss!
This is comedy at its finest. And it’s a pleasure to share it with you.
Ladies and Gentlemen, #FP-ers from all over the world, it’s an honor to give you the chance to die laughing! Enjoy, the Very Best of @kizzywiggleboo!

Playing with Fire – Kizzy

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
The Clichéd Writers grabbed hold of the theme gleefully, as their billionaire Dom hero tied up his sub heroine & reached for the candles #FP

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
Alone with him on his private escalator, she bit her lip, unawares. The anesthetic she’d had at the dentist hadn’t worn off yet. #FP

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Miss Green,” he muttered darkly.
“Sorry!” she whispered, picking them up off the floor and wiping them. #FP

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
In the Puce Room of Irritation he gave her a wedgie. “I’m gonna make you come like a hot air balloon: the ride depends on the weather.” #FP

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
The shy virgin gasped at how her billionaire’s jeans ‘hung’. It was music to his spleen. He smirked, and her inner goddess did sudoku.

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
“All of your orgasms are MINE!” He declared as she trembled at his masterful touch. “Also,” he added thoughtfully “Your DVD collection.” #FP

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
She was woken by muffled music. Shuffling out of the bedroom in a zipped-up sleeping bag, she found him playing ukulele mournfully.

Kizzywiggle ‏@kizzywiggleboo
As the summer heatwave worsened, the shy virgin stopped dreaming of kinky billionaires, instead fantasizing about ice cold coke #FP

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