Longish snip today, but I couldn’t find a place to cut it that would make sense. This is from one of my favorite stories called Nowhere Man, about a homeless man and a woman named Phoenix– the streetwise angel who quite literally saves him. You can read the story in its entirety here.
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It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for a snip! Today’s snip is from a recent drabble called Truth or Dare. Hope you like it!
The entire story can be read at my fiction archive here.
Hello Wednesday. Welcome to my drabble (an extremely short work of fiction comprised of 1,000 or fewer words). Today’s work is based on a song about a man whose girlfriend gets pregnant and it turns out the kid isn’t his.
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Getting back into this groove! I wrote two stories for our annual Secret Santa Story Exchange at the fiction archive. One was a gift, the other was a fill in for a writer who could not complete her story. I spent about three weeks on my gift story and liked it a lot by the time I posted it. I spent about five hours writing the fill in and frankly, liked it a ton more. No idea what that means, but interesting turnabout of events. It also means that I can no longer say that I can’t write ‘off the cuff’. If I have an idea, clearly I can.
Today’s snip is from the second story I wrote entitled A Few More Points. Read the story in its entirety here or here. Enjoy!
If she wasn’t drunk, she wouldn’t have done this. Thank goodness she was drunk
I haven’t done this for awhile, but since I am writing a new story over at the archive, I decided to post a snippet for today. The new story is called Schizophrenic. It uncurls a tale of interruption of the idyllic life of a former popstar who still has one ultra devoted fan. Not only is she obsessive, but she is mentally ill and believes that the pop star is talking to her through his music.
This scene is from Chapter 1. My main characters have just returned from their anniversary dinner to find something not quite right about the house. They’re in the car, waiting for the police to arrive and check it out. This story is in progress over at the NF Archive.
Today we did a prompt based on a photo. We were to pick one and answer a few questions and then write a 500 word scene. I wrote it, but it didn’t go so well for me. I had a hard time coming up with a story line, and then once I did, and wrote it, and edited it, it evolved into something I didn’t intend to write, at first.
As to of this sparked a longer story… nope. It was all I could do to get these words out. I don’t particularly have a connection with the person in the photo that I chose. It was difficult to determine, story wise, what he was doing and why. At first I wanted him to be a bit of a peeping Tom but as I started editing, the story started changing, and now he’s seen something disturbing.
Here is the photo:
And here is my submission:
It’s Wednesday, and instead of yammering about how I haven’t written much lately and how much of a slacker I feel about that, I thought I would actually, you know… write. I found this meme called Letters I’ll Never Send and one of the topics is to write to The One(s) That Got Away…
Haven’t done this for a few weeks, so here’s a snip!
This is from All I Wanna Do, a novel length serial about the ultimate fan girl fantasy– meeting, dating, and falling in love with a member of the band… except that it’s not as glamorous as one might imagine. In this scene, my lovebirds have had their biggest blowout yet and Serena has temporarily moved out, expecting JC to come after her. But he doesn’t and now she’s stuck. This conversation is between her and his brother:
The image of rain has been rolling around in my head for quite a while. I was trying to figure out if it was supposed to be metaphoric or symbolic, but it just wasn’t coming to me. I guess I was trying too hard, because last night I cued up Youtube and listened to the sound of rain (my writing soundtrack lately) and started writing. Still not quite what I was going for, but it has been haunting me for a long time, so maybe now it’ll leave me alone!
Check it — The Nature Show, The Rain Dance:
Am hunched over
QWERTY row. Brain is buzzing.
Maybe I need food.
I’m not hungry but
it’s something to do besides
take another nap.
The same line runs through
my mind like skipping record
the rest doesn’t come.
Whoever said that
writing was art in print form
deserves Nobel Prize.
Back to drawing board.
Same line over and over.
Soon the end will come.
Today in my romp through my archive of posted work, I came upon a story I tried to write a few years ago but it didn’t take off. I got one good chapter and never wrote anymore. It was actually my first attempt at an Alternate Universe story and it was meant to continue around to the lives of all five members. What I got of it was okay. Maybe someday I’ll finish it or give it to someone who could make it work.
This snip is from Friday Night Poker Club (fan fiction):
A short time later, headlights lit up the living room as Justin pulled into the garage. “That’s my cue, I guess,” said Paul.
“Oh, you– you don’t have to go. Justin’s cool.”
“I know. I just… I’m beat anyway and I want to get my beauty sleep for tomorrow night,” he said, giving Lance a quick wink of an ocean blue eye. Paul and Justin passed each other on the way out, exchanging pleasantries toward each other.
“You look like a teenager, with that slapass grin on your face,” said Justin. “You get some?”
“No. But I got a date.” Lance shifted his weight from foot to foot, grinning like a fool.
“A date?” asked Justin, whipping around to face Lance. “Like, in public? Like a date, date? A pick you up, take you to dinner, go somewhere romantic and hold hands and kiss so people can beat you up and I have to murder people, date?”
“You’re so protective. I learned my lesson the last time. Paul isn’t out. He wants to stay that way. I respect that. We’ll go eat and catch a game at UCF. It’ll be fine. Okay?”
Justin’s frown was set like granite. His jaw twitched and his eyes were dark and the vein in his neck throbbed.
“Just be careful, alright? I can’t handle another episode like last time. Neither can mom. Just promise you’ll be careful.”
“I will be careful. I promise.” Lance nodded, his eyebrows raised, his bright green eyes glimmering.