With both hands on the steering wheel, Chad’s girlfriend smiled at him over her shoulder as he pulled his luggage out of the back of her convertible. “See you at seven, babe!” She waved as she drove off. Chad watched her with a big smile on his face. He took the elevator up to … Continue reading 7 something chapter: Moving Day.
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Chapter 6 of Something: hair today, gone tomorrow.
Vanessa looked at herself in the hairdresser’s mirror, watching a pile of foils accumulate on her head. Earlier that day, she had decided to fix the problem. Remembering how once upon a time she had inadvertently caused a few people, i.e., her boyfriend and a couple of random losers, some problems by doing a little … Continue reading Chapter 6 of Something: hair today, gone tomorrow.
Ch 5 something: Natalie’s plan
“Doo doo doo….” Natalie hummed as she put her face up to the bathroom mirror and dragged black eyeshadow across her lid. “Doo….Doo—” she rubbed it underneath her bottom lashes—“Duh duh duh” went the last coating of shadow before it was time for liner and four or five coats of mascara. Why try and hide … Continue reading Ch 5 something: Natalie’s plan
Ch 4 of something: Chad gets his own bachelor pad
By noon, Chad was fully refreshed and ready to call the landlord's number on the slip he tore from the ad at the pool hall the night before. Wearing only his boxers, he lay on his couch with his feet up on the back and dialed the phone. When the phone was finally picked up, … Continue reading Ch 4 of something: Chad gets his own bachelor pad
something ch 3 something: A day late and a dollar short, oh whatever.
Leaves scuttled across the empty street as Mikhail walked along the side with his head down and collar of his threadbare jacket turned up. Evening's arrival was early. He went to a bar where they didn’t know him too well and sat in the corner with his face on the sticky table, ignoring his drink. … Continue reading something ch 3 something: A day late and a dollar short, oh whatever.
Something something chapter 2: The Closet
Vanessa moved the phone to her other ear and rolled over on her bed. “Brad! Please!” she giggled. “You can’t say stuff like that! At least not over the phone.” She was too busy giggling to notice her door open before her sister, Tiffany, marched over and yanked the phone out of her hand. “Hi … Continue reading Something something chapter 2: The Closet
Ch 1. Something something
The hotly anticipated sequel to last summer's blockbuster hit, "High School Ritual," has finally arrived! Listen, I'm the doing the best I can here, and if that means recycling material and posting without a title, Oh well! I had a bad day at work, not the least because I didn't know the P.A. overhead of … Continue reading Ch 1. Something something
Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
A fictional story Do you remember the old church next to the school where I met you? I don’t go anymore, not for many years, but someone told me that there was a feast day celebration, and I realized it was your birthday. I thought to myself, well, if this isn’t auspicious, what is? So … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Mr. So&So
I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
A story I. It is early spring. Sunbeams and a soft breeze drift through the open window and settle on my quilt. Last night’s cup of chamomile tea is half-empty and ice cold. The tea is not the only thing in the room that’s cold. I have just awakened. I lie in bed in the … Continue reading I Never Made Lunch For Mother.
Perspective (editing project thing)
Last time, I realized that the whole story, all forty thousand words, has to be rewritten in the first person perspective. I don't know that I'd say things are going "swimmingly" because it's mildly tedious, yet many issues are smoothing out quite nicely. I am happy to report that certain of the most cringeworthy dialogue … Continue reading Perspective (editing project thing)
Be still, my pounding, leaping, A-fib heart (November Editing Project)
As I go along, I've realized there are two components to my editing: the editing of the work and the editing of my mindset. At first I was going to log the needed changes, but I quickly saw that that would be a novel unto itself. To sum up what I've done so far—my first … Continue reading Be still, my pounding, leaping, A-fib heart (November Editing Project)
November Editing Project Thing (really half-ass nanowrimo)
In a recent post, I wrote about some piece of shit writings I am working on. Piece of shit the lesser is going to fall by the wayside for now except if I get bored and decide to put it out of its misery. I learned in September that having a goal that I need … Continue reading November Editing Project Thing (really half-ass nanowrimo)
When to save it, when to kill it?
What prompts me to write this is that I am sitting on a piece of shit--actually, a few pieces of shit. No, not literal shit--well, sort of literal--I mean stories I am trying to write. The biggest piece of shit I'm sitting on I started in 2014. I was going through a very difficult time … Continue reading When to save it, when to kill it?
Ch 30. High School Ritual: Epilogue (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. Once we got home, Natalie told me everything I missed. The rest of it I pieced together myself. Sadly, I couldn’t tell her about my own adventures, because I don’t have the ability to do so in this dimension. I must say, … Continue reading Ch 30. High School Ritual: Epilogue (SepSceneWriMo)
Ch 29. High School Ritual: The Sacrifice (SepSceneWriMo)
Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative. The flame steadily grew in size while Natalie, Vanessa, and Mikhail stared at it. Chadworth, on the other hand, was absorbed in scratching out some calculations in the ashes. He got up and paced back and forth. “I have been studying quantum … Continue reading Ch 29. High School Ritual: The Sacrifice (SepSceneWriMo)
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