Ink Stains & Bob

You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob

So…..I woke up that morning, at around the same time and did my daily routine. It was a Saturday so no office to go to and I had the whole weekend ahead of me to do what I wanted. So I lazed around the house, reading the newspaper, drinking coffee, making breakfast and taking a long shower. I wasn’t really interested in doing anything more strenuous than finding a place to have dinner or thinking about what shows or movies to watch.

At 1pm, I was dressed and planning to go out when I saw a bluejay land on my mailbox as if it was trying to alert me that I had an urgent mail waiting for me to read. I called out to the little birdie and walked up to the mailbox and opened it, to find a flyer inviting me to try out a new store that makes maple syrup and sells them in these large jars. Hmm, I like syrup so why not? I drove over to the store, on my way to have lunch, and bought 2 large jars of the maple syrup and then drove over to my favourite bbq restaurant and ordered a plate of ribs with a few side items. Having enjoyed my lunch I decided to walk over to the nearby pier and take in the breeze and walk off my lunch.

As a few minutes passed I noticed this young lady who was walking her dog, a Bloodhound, and as she came nearer to me I noticed a small ink stain on her blouse. Without thinking I looked at her and pointed to her chest – bad idea! She was initially shocked and almost hit me with her purse and her dog started barking at me. I managed to stop her and let her know that the ink stain is what I was pointing out to and she was embarrassed and apologized for her hasty reaction. She then introduced herself to me and said that her name was Marianne. And that her dog’s name was Bob.

Nice to meet you Marianne. And you too Bob! Who was peeing on my shoe at that very moment!

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Three Guys Walk Into A Bar

Three people walk into a bar . . .

and order their drinks from the bartender. The first one sees that the bartender is kinda absentminded and so after a while, he gets up and is about to leave without paying when the bartender stops him. The guy says that he already paid him for the drink, and the confused bartender says ok and the first guy leaves.

About 20 minutes later the second guy, who noticed this, also gets up to leave and the bartender stops him and asks him about the payment for the drink he just had. The second guy also says that he just paid it to the bartender to which the confused but suspicious bartender says ok and the second guys leaves.

The 3rd guy has been drinking all this time but watching things closely. As he is about to finish and puts on his jacket, the bartender comes up to him and says “You know those two guys who were sitting next to you, I think they might have tricked me. I think they didn’t pay…” At this point the 3rd guy yells, “Hey, I am not interested in any story my friend. Just give me the change from the money I just paid for the drinks!”

And the bartender gives him some money and the 3rd guy leaves!

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R Is For Robbie

Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

Robbie is a boy who loved the ocean

Rarely was he seen causing a commotion

Rising up early in the morning,

Right before the day was dawning

Remember he seldom did to put on his suntan lotion

Red as the blood that was beneath his exterior

Rosy red cheeks on his face & posterior

Robbie couldn’t sit

Not even for a shit

Yet he grinned and bore it like a warrior

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What’s the date today? Write it down, remove all dashes and slashes, and write a post that mentions that number.

He picked up the token number at the counter at the Official Migration Bureau when it was his turn as they called his name. He felt the smoothness of the plastic of the token as his finger glided on the surface. The token read “18042015” and the only other words on it were the symbol of the Bureau. He said the number again and again in his mind until he had memorized it. The promise of the day coming soon.

He then went into a much larger room, showed his identification documents on his tab and that of his family – his wife, 2 kids, a cat and 2 dogs and a turtle. One unit, the lady at the desk said after she checked the authentication of the documents. She worked behind her desk and worked out the details which took about 10 minutes. During those 10 minutes, all thoughts of feelings went through his mind. Mostly relief and also excitement. It was finally happening. His family and he would be leaving the earth soon. Our planet was slowly becoming a wasteland and it was getting more & more difficult to breath without respirators fitted to everyone. It was ok for humans but the animals they kept as pets struggled and had to be restrained or tied up on leashed during the 10 hours it was recommended to breath through the respirators.

The evacuation project had started 2 years ago and the governments of the world came together to arrange the mass migration – of all humans and most of the animal world – from Earth to Earth 2; a supersized earth like planet in another galaxy. The exodus would take place in multiple phases and house people & pets in several large bioships that would put the living inhabitants in statis for the year long journey that it would take to get from Earth to their new home. He and his wife had counted the days and waited until it was their turn; 18042015. His would be the 18,042,015th person to be evacuated and as his immediate family his wife was 18,042,016, his older son 18,042,017 & daughter 18,042,018 in number. The 2 dogs, cat & turtle just about fit the maximum limit they could for pets – any more and they would have to keep them with another family, perhaps his brother-in-laws whenever their turn was up. His own brother and his family had already left on the previous phase.

As he finally got his documents in order and was about to leave, the lady at the counter grabbed his hand with both of hers and said “Good luck, have a safe trip!” He wondered what her number and her family’s numbers would be. Probably much later as she worked for the official migration group. He thanked her with tears in his eyes as he pocketed his token and his documents and left the Bureau to go home and tell his wife the good news – one week from now, they would be leaving their home forever and move on to the long journey to their next. Earth 2! As he stepped outside to start his walk back home one large number kept repeating in his mind over & over again – “18042015!!

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If I could pick an author to write my biography then I would pick Stephen King. Hands down my favourite author of all time and the author of my favourite novel of all time, IT, he would do an amazing job of making my miserable life seem interesting enough that people would want to pick up a book on it and read.

He would make it seem even more fascinating that it ever could be and jazz it up to a great extent that even I wouldn’t recognise it as being about my own life. He would include ghosts, goblins, evil twins, fantastic landscapes, werewolves, vampires, creepy creatures, even an alien or two and a scary ghost house. He would make you laugh at the funny bit, scare you silly at the gory, horror scenes and gross you out with describing in great detail the mess, puke, bile and shit! All made up ofcourse :D

And it will also be sad in parts; lost loves and longing, old friendships and parting ways and remorse and regret and pain. And a melancholic strain that refuses to go away. So yeah, Mr. Kings’s latest book is a sure best seller!

The Granite Door

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

I am dreaming and it’s not a nice dream and in this dream I am in a dark hallway with barely enough light to see what’s in front of me. There’s a lot of noises and what sounds like tiny feet on hard cement coming near me and I look towards the three doors and try to figure out which one I should pick. I can hear loud chants and screams getting closer as I stare at the three doors – one that looks like dark mucus and slime green, another which looks like it’s blood red in colour and the third one which looks like it’s made of granite.

As the noises and scurrying feet come closer to me I think that the granite one looks like the most harmless one and push open the door and go in and close the door on the fast approaching creatures that then begin to bang on the door and make yelling sounds. Good luck getting me to open the door you vermin! I am not gonna let them get to me. So I try and see what’s in front of me in this room and in the dim light find a lantern. I pick it up and light it and I can finally see clearly what’s in this rather large room. And oh boy I was not expecting that at all.

In front of me are the most vicious looking creatures I have ever seen. Straight outta all the horror movies and stories that I can think of. And they look angry and hungry and all are arguing with themselves as to who gets to rip into my guts first. As I press myself towards the granite door with these horrible creatures looming at me, I can hear the faint voices from outside the door telling me “We tried to warn you to not open the granite door!”


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Coma (1978)

Based on the 1977 Robin Cook novel of the same name and directed by Michael Crichton, Coma is a 1978 medical thriller starring Genevieve Bujold, Michael Douglas, Elizabeth Ashley, Richard Widmark, and Rip Torn (who I didn’t even recognize until the end). Also starring in small roles are pre-fame Ed Harris & Tom Sellek.

Dr. Susan Wheeler, who is having trouble in her relationship with fellow resident Dr. Mark Bellows, is devastated to learn that a close friend of hers, Nancy Greenley, is pronounced brain dead and ends up in a coma after minor surgery at the Boston Memorial Hospital. Susan, who works there along with Mark, decides to check up on the records and finds that over the previous year a number of other fit young people have ended up the same way. When another young & otherwise fit person suffers the same fate she investigates and finds out that all 12 cases took place in the same operation theater, OR 8, and that all the comatose bodies were taken to a remote facility named the Jefferson Institute. As she continues to investigate she runs into road blocks, seemingly from a Dr. George, Chief of Anesthesiology at Boston Memorial Hospital.

After a fun weekend with Mark she tries to enter the Jefferson but is told that tours are only conducted on Tuesdays. As she gets closer to the truth, a maintenance man, who offers to give her information, is killed by a security guard who then tries to kill Susan but she escapes from the hospital and finds out that Carbon Monoxide is being filtered through the gas tubes in OR 8. She runs to Mark’s apartment but on hearing him speak about her on the phone to someone, she panics and runs away. She goes for the tour at the institute and finds out that the Jerfferson is a front for harvesting organs to be sold to the highest bidder on the black market. Boston Memorial is in on this, purposely inducing comas in patients whose organs match those of potential buyers. She is almost caught by security but sneaks out on top of an ambulance that is delivering some organs to an airport.

Susan goes to see Dr. George Harris, the Chief of Surgery, to who she has confided her suspicions and tells him everything. However it turns out that Dr Harris is the mastermind behind this operation and he drugs her with a substance that creates a pain mimicking an appendix about to burst. He rushes her to surgery and says that he will do the operation himself. Mark meets Susan there and she manages to convince him that her life is in danger and he also hears Dr. Harris insist for OR 8. Mark stops the carbon monoxide from entering the gas tubes and takes Susan away after her operation is shown to not have an inflamed appendix. The two lovers have Dr. Harris exposed and the final scene is of him waiting to be escorted by two police officers.

It has some tense moments and the acting is top notch. The movie itself is a bit dull in places and I hope they do remake it someday with more excitement. 8 outta 10!

One Close Call

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence: “I thought we’d never come back from that one.”

“I looked up from my book that I was reading at the bus stop to see if the bus towards Willington Street had come and yes – there it was pulling up to the curb. I picked up my bag, put my book inside it and walked up to the door and climbed in. I looked for a free seat somewhere towards the middle of the bus, which is usually where I prefer to sit when I am traveling in a bus. The bus was only bout 1/4th full and so there were plenty of free seats for me to choose from and yes, some in the middle section. I chose one next to the window and sat down, picking up my book from the shoulder bag and started to read once again as the bus left the station.

By the time we passed two stops down the road, the bus began to shake violently as if there was a problem with the engine. Everyone of the passengers were rattled by the shaking but I think most of thought it would pass without incident and that we would continue on our way back in peace. And yes it did stop and the bus started riding smoothly in a couple of minutes. We all went back to whatever we were doing before the rude interruption – me to my book, some to their laptops or mobile devices others to their newspapers or talking to their companion. However it started up again – and this time the shaking of the bus picked up intensity as we were coming down a steep hill! Things wouldn’t go too wrong, would they?

It did, the bus started weaving and swerving as the driver lost control of the wheel and it looked like we were going to crash against another vehicle or hit people on the road or maybe even hit the wall of a building once we reached the ground level. Several of us lost our seating and some fell down on to the floor of the bus as we jerked in our seats. Screams were heard and one young child even cried as it’s mother tried to pacify it. We almost crashed against a large truck but at that time the engine failed and we rolled to a stop as the driver regained control of the bus and stepped on the brakes. It was almost pindrop silence as the bus finally stopped near the side of the road, 2 feet away from a large drop into a ravine. That was close. I thought we’d never come back from that one and I was sure that we’d fall into the ravine or crash badly and perhaps I and some of my passengers and the driver would die in that bus. But we didn’t and we survived in one piece.”

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Meet This Alien Race Who Suffer From Narcolepsy.

Here is my idea for an alien race:

Ok, in my science fiction universe (a quick recap; you’ll have to go through my old posts to read a bit more about this futuristic universe) by the year 2500, humanity will have left earth due to problems with the earth’s atmosphere and resources and settle on 3 planets in a nearby solar system and 500 years after that almost the entire human population (and assorted pets) would then migrate en-mass to first terraform and then live on 10 large planets and 7 moons in another solar system which is towards the center of the Milky Way galaxy. And so thousands yes say around 500 years from now we met these two races who are very similar in they way they look but vastly different in advancement.

One planet’s race is quite advanced scientifically & technologically and has ventured out in space while the other similar looking race of humanoids, called the Narven, is somewhere to the equivalent of early 19th century earth’s advancement. This is when we encounter them, secretly so they have no clue that an alien race is watching them. The Narven race of humanoids live on a planet which is almost 75-80% water and as only two large continents on which the humanoids and other animals live. Their sun has a unique effect on the life on this planet – when the sun sets (as in the sun in not visible and it’s night time) all the animals including the Narven fall into a deep sleep! It’s not voluntary and it’s a biological reaction much like narcolepsy. This planet has 30 hours in a day and for 10 of them it is considered as night due to the sun setting and hence those 10 hours is a total sleep mode for all the creatures in that area. Irrespective of wherever they may be, whatever position they are in, whatever they might be doing at that point in time – when it gets dark and the sun has set, all of them fall asleep. Instantly!

So that might be hard for life on this planet, you might think. Imagine not being in control of yourself and falling asleep right on the spot as soon as it is dark and not being able to wake up no matter what you do until 10 hours later. Hence the whole society of the people of this planet is built around this condition. They have ensured that there are a lot of inns, bed and rooms in every part of the cities, towns and villages so that if someone is stuck far away from home and it is almost nighttime, they get easy access for a bed & room for the night for a nominal fee that is very reasonable. In many cases there are free beds available as well to help out people who are traveling. This is to ensure that they don’t fall on the road on their way back home when it gets dark.

And that’s one of my alien races in my fictional universe.

Releasing The Horror In A Box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

“What’s this? A beautifully wrapped package next to my bed? But I didn’t leave it there so who could have done this? I this a present for me? I wonder what it could be – is it a phone or a book or some food or some drink? What could it be?”

This is what went through my mind as I saw the package lying next to my bed as I woke up this morning. I picked it up and placed it on my dining table. I got myself a cup of coffee and set it to one side. Eagerly I ripped the wrapping paper and found a wooden box. Oooh what is inside it? Paying no heed to the voice inside my head shouting “Pandora, Pandora” I opened it and saw that inside was……

……a single piece of paper on which was written “Thank you for letting me out. I’ve been stuck inside this magic box for a few thousand years. Be seeing you soon!” And now I’m scared!

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“And Puppy Makes Three” – The Final Trio

For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.

It was that time again, towards the end of the year and they were at home. Both of them had a fortnight off from work and were planning how to spend the next 14 days. Married couple in their late 30s they were doing well both financially and professionally and now could relax a bit. Still head over heels for each other they had been married for 10 years now and found time to indulge in many activities together. This year they planned to go away for 10 days – but that plan was about to change.

Just as he was putting away their latest novels in one of the bookcases in the den/media room when the phone rang. She picked it up and let him know that it was a former neighbour of theirs. This friend informed them that his sister’s Golden Retriever has just had a litter of puppies that were now a few weeks old, right time to go to new homes and did they want one? She hesitated a bit but he was all excited – a dog of his own again, that would be great. His enthusiasm rubbed off on him and they decided to go take a look. In  two days they were at the neighbour’s sisters house, that had a huge cracked window, the two of them were overwhelmed at seeing the loveable puppies waddling about with fll roly poly bellies post feeding. At 45 days old the cute puppies were excitable and energetic and ran circles around the couple. They could not choose.

Finally it was the puppy that chose them – one of the bunch, a girl pup kept licking him and her alternatively even after the others  went to their mom, as if to say “I choose you to be my humans. Take me home”! And it was settled. So off they went with the new member of their family in tow or rather in the passenger seat on her lap. They drove home happy and filled with love and got puppy settled in on her new doggie bed, with toys to play with and a big house to roam about and do mischief. Puppy spent the afternoon eating and then exploring when not showering puppy kisses and licks on her humans. Finally as evening arrived and the sun started to set, with no plans of going away for the holidays, she made some hot cocoa while he sat on the rug with his guitar and played/sang “Harvest Moon” and puppy came up to his leg, lay her head on it and fell asleep.

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Trio No: 4

Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)

There I was watching the sun rise from my balcony as I sipped my first cup of coffee in the morning. No indications of the kind of day that I was going to have. I showered and shaved and got dressed and stepped out into the crisp, bright morning – the kind of morning that was sunny and yet it was so fresh and cool breezes flowing throughout the day that the air felt just like champagne. Ah, drink in that freshness.

As I was walking on by to do my errands for the day – go to the bank, collect some money and then perhaps do some shopping and then find some nice bistro to have a leisurely lunch, I notice a bright red sports car that just speed past me. Two minutes later, it passed me again from the opposite direction, the unseen driver slowing down briefly near me (as if to take a good look at me) before speeding off again. “One of my fans” I laughed to no one in particular and went to the bank. My wallet fat with cash I walked to the nearby mall and did my shopping. I came out, a few bags in my hands when my phone rang. I could only hear breathing for about 30 seconds and then a woman’s voice said “They’re coming for you. Be careful!” before it got cut off.

I didn’t know what to think of it and was about to walk to get some lunch when the red car screeched in front of me and the passenger side swung open as if for me to enter. I looked inside to see a woman in jeans and a leather jacket brandishing a gun with a large silencer in my direction and motioning for me to get into the car. “Co-operate if you value your life” and so I got and the doors closed as she drove us off as fast as possible. To where, I could only guess!

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Message About A Coronation

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

So I have a call that I couldn’t attend and the caller has left me this simple message “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Well the call is from a woman, one I met several years ago while I was on holiday in a hill station. I was still only 20 years old and in the 18 years that have passed I have almost forgotten her name and what she looked like – but not quite! I still have a faint recollection of this woman in a sweater and jeans walking towards the horses that were for rent to go around the gardens and estates of the hill station. I glanced at her and she glanced at me and before you knew it we were talking and introducing ourselves. A cup of coffee turned into two cups and then dinner at one of the fine restaurants in the area.

During the next 10 days (the duration of my holiday) we spent most of the time talking and taking in the sights but mostly wanting to spend time with each other. She told me very little about herself other than a few likes and dislikes and the feeling of loneliness that she had been feeling. On her last day, she asked me to pack up a picnic basket and said she wanted to go on a boa ride. While we had lunch in the middle of the lake, she confessed that she was a princess of a small European nation and that the moment she got back home, the preparations would begin for her arranged marriage to a prince of another small nation. She had no say in the matter and she wanted this time we had together as her only feelings of true love. That night before she had to leave, we made love in my room and spend the night listening to the rain.

The next morning I woke up to find her gone and a check at her hotel let me know that she had already left via flight back to her nation along with her entourage. I went back to my home and my life, knowing that I would never see her or ever hear from her again. But I know what she called me for – 18 years have passed and her daughter, a princess, is being inaugurated as the rightful queen of her nation. This is because her mother, my one time lover, is ill and cannot continue on as queen, and with the king having been dead for 10 years only the daughter is left. And that 18 year old girl looks a lot like me! I gotta go and head to that nation – my kid is being crowned as queen!

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Trio No. 3

Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

It was rainy and dark night when I rushed back home from going to the mall. It was a miserable day and it was getting the seemingly miserable ending that it deserved. The whole day had been one disaster after another and I just wanted it to end. On top of all the issues my fridge at home had completely died out on me and I had called a repairman to see if it was serviceable but was told that it was not salvageable. Hence I had rushed to the mall to visit the big home appliances and electronic goods store in the premises that promised a good deal on old and even damaged fridges.

Once I selected a model that I liked and paid for it, they took down my address and promised to deliver it the next morning. So I had to buy food that wouldn’t go bad in a single night and then get back to my apartment. As soon as I stepped outside it started to rain and man was it pouring! I was drenched while waiting for a taxi to take me back to my apartment building and I was in a foul mood. The taxi dropped me off in record time though and I was eagerly waiting to get into my home and change from my dripping wet clothes. And then…

It was her! She was waiting for me outside my door and not knowing when I would be back was in the process of leaving me a note. She had come back after 2 years working on her science project that had kept her away from our hometown and away from each other. We had parted in some bitterness and I fully expected not to ever see her again though I loved her so much. And here she was. We stood and started at each other for what seemed like an eternity and then she said “I’m back. Like I said I would!” and she smiled and cried at the same time. Standing there looking at her the 2 years melted away and I too smiled behind tears of happiness and longing and I took her in my arms and we kissed for a long time.

I was able to break away to catch my breath and still in her arms I lifted the bag I held in my hand and said “Pizza?” and we smiled as I opened the door to my apartment and we stepped in and closed the door.

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My Own Doppelganger

You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?

First of all I would be a  little bit flattered – imitation is also the best form of it eh?

So based on my apartment this person has light blue painted walls, old sofa sets, an even older dining table, a small fridge, a new washing machine, custom built cupboards (half of which are crappily done) two custom queen sized beds, old chairs, an 8 year old desk with enough space for just a laptop, small sized speakers and a mouse.

What the heck? If that happened, I would ask the person, why they have the same bad taste in decorating – mine because of money issues – and keeping old furniture because well it’s easier that getting new ones? And that they could do things a lot differently. I might even slap the shit outta that person a little bit. And kick him (if it’s a guy) in the nuts before I left.

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Circuitous Paths

A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.

So you want to go the nearest coffee shop eh? Well (it’s actually a 20-25 minute walk) here’s what you gotta do partner. First you gotta cross my palm with a silver coin. And while you’re at it make it 1,000,000 silver coins. Then you gotta run down the stairs from this 7th floor – don’t take the elevator, it’s a trap – taking 2 steps at a time. Make sure you don’t fall and break your bones. Then once you reach the ground floor you will find a troll. He will ask you three questions – get them all right (the answer is always “Yes” no matter what he asks) and he will point you to the direction you need to take. Pay no attention to him and follow my directions.

Walk straight for 10 paces and then turn to the left and then skip, hop and run for exactly 10 minutes. Once 10 minutes are up – stop! You will find a small shop where you have to get a bottle of water and drink from it – only 2 mouthfulls! That done, you turn back and skip, hop and run for another 10 minutes. Then turn to your right and walk 10 paces. Then jog on the spot for an additional 15 minutes. Working up a sweat? Good! Now walk forwards for 2 minutes and then turn left and walk another 10 minutes.

You will have reached a junction. Turn left, grab your crotch and scream “Everytime I think about you I touch myself” and run like a mad dog for 20 minutes. Stop! Let go of your crotch and wipe your hands on a handkerchief. You have reached the coffeeshop. But wait- you have to sit on the bottom stairs and using your bum lift yourself and climb the 10 steps. You have reached the coffeeshop door. Congratulations and you can walk right in. Order a cold one and a sandwich. You have earned it!

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Cedar Cove – Season 1

While Hallmark is not a channel/network I would normally look for selecting show that I can watch a couple of exceptions have known to happen. One such is the Hallmark original and new (it’s in it’s second season at the moment) show for 2013 Cedar Cove based on Debbie Macomber’s novel series of the same name. The Canadian produced show for Hallmark (that and the Canadian majority cast; hence it is usually called a Canadian series) is shot in the Vancouver area and set in the idyllic & picturesque town of Cedar Cove in Washington, USA. The show focuses on judge Olivia Lockheart played by award winning actress Andie MacDowell and her life including her love interest, best friend, daughter and some of the other towns folk.

Olivia is the town’s only judge and a divorced mother who lost her son Jordan when he drowned at the age of 13. She & her physician husband Stan Lockheart grew apart and he found solace in another woman and married her after the divorce. Olivia’s love interest is played by recovering alcoholic & journalist Jack Griffith (Dylan Neal), himself a divorcee who lost his job at a newspaper in Philadelphia and moved to take over as editor & sole jounalist of Cedar Cove’s little weekly paper. Teryl Rothery plays Olivia’s best friend since childhood, Grace, who is a recently divorced librarian and starting off life on her own and her younger daughter Maryellen (Elyse Levesque) who runs the local art gallery comes home to keep her company. Justine (Sarah Symth) is Olivia’s daughter, the twin of Jordan, who is a talented artist and jewellery maker working part time at Moon’s cafe waiting tables when she is given a full time job at the gallery. Her life is turned upside down when she breaks off her engagement with her corrupt real estate developer fiance Warren Saget (Brennan Elliot) after some of his dealings come into the light and when he almost demolishes a cherished landmark lighthouse.

When Justine’s childhood love Seth (Corey Sevier) comes back into town she and he reignite their romance and move in together despite his needing to be away for days at a stretch due to his fishing job. Towards the end of the season Seth sells his boat and decides to buy and start up a new restaurant and Justine pitches in – only they find out that Warren own the property. He eventually does agree to sell to them but it gets partially burned by an unknown arsonist so the town folk pitch in to clean it up. Also in the main cast are Bruce Boxleitner as Bob Beldon, owner of the local bed & breakfast Thyme and Tide & Barbara Niven as Peggy Beldon, Bob’s wife. Bob also acts as Jack’s sponsor to sobriety and often render friendly advice to his new friend. Timothy Webber as Moon, the aged hippie proprietor of Moon’s, a cafe/knick-knack store where Justine once waited tables. Sebastian Spence as Cliff Harting, a rancher. He was estranged from his father, once famous country singer Tom Harting, at the time of Tom’s death. Soon the shy cowboy sparks an interest in romance in Grace, even though she gets sidetracked when her first crush, Will Jeffers, Olivia’s philandering brother played by Cameron Bancroft, comes for a visit and though married seems to like Grace.

Charlie Carrick plays John Bowman, an artist and chef, who changed his name and is the mysterious new person in Cedar Cove who catches Maryellen’s eye. It turns out that he used to be in prison for a drug charge and loses his job at the restaurant when it is found out. Maryellen’s investigation reveals that John served jail time for a crime committed by his brother, and who is Maryellen’s love interest, and is estranged from his family and old friends who didn’t believe his story. John helps the FBI to catch a few drug smugglers which earns his reputation and his relief. Then we have recurring roles for Tom Stevens as Eric Griffith, Jack’s irresponsible son who blames much of that irresponsibility on the fact that he had no male role model growing up Hayley Sales as Shelly, Eric’s folk singing girlfriend. When Shelly’s pregnancy causes complications for her and leads to hospitalization, Eric starts to become more responsible even though he is hot headed and prone to lashing out. And finally we have Paula Shaw as Charlotte Jeffers, Olivia’s headstrong mother who arranges events around town and not so subtly pushes her daughter towards Jack.

So, I know, it’s a show about a quaint little town where everyone knows everyone and life is at a much slower pace here. It’s all about second chances, romances and all that. But it’s never really corny or sugary syrupy and therefore is very watchable, especially with a good cast of seasoned actors and newer up & comers – although MacDowell’s acting seems a little off and that laugh – ugh! Overall it’s not a bad show and can be entertaining.