Haven Johnson bounced across the cracked linoleum floor to answer the call of the beeping oven, her tight tank top and short shorts doing little to cover her as she bounded around. Bending, she retrieved the surprise she baked for her childhood friends who were all crowded around a small, wobbly-legged table in her parents’ kitchen.
A man whistled behind her, but she ignored him. Gas was one guy she had no desire to be friends with, but him and Chrome were a package deal. Continue reading →
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Inspired by WP daily prompt, “Second Thoughts” and by the lyrics of “One In A Million” from the video below.
One In A Million
“You’re a great girl but I…uh… just don’t want to be “exclusive” right now. I mean, I’m not ready for anything serious at this point in time. You understand that, don’t you?”
It was a Friday night and Lily was curled up next to me on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. From out of left field, Lily had popped the topic, taking me by surprise. Well, it wasn’t that far out of left field – we had been seeing each other regularly for months.
I braced myself for her reaction and the anger that would probably follow…
#TeaserTues Vested In Her Except for your reading enjoyment.
I have reworked this story since I originally wrote it during Camp Nano July. Let’s say I remember doing three edits on it since then. That’s a lot in two months. It’s off at my editor now she’s scheduled to look at it next month. Wish me luck!
A read through to write up my index cards on characters and settings. Worked on tense, added missing words, looked for the wrong word being used, looked for plot holes, and worked on flow.
Added more character and setting depth. Worked on tense.
A read through to write up my index cards on story. Worked on anything that popped up.
Haven bounced across the cracked linoleum floor to answer the call of the beeping oven. She retrieved the surprise she had baked for her friends who were all crowded around a small wobbly legged table in her parent’s kitchen.
“Haven, that smells like heaven. You’re going to make some guy a great old lady one day.” Chrome said.
His older brother Gas smiled, his nut-brown eyes flickered menacingly and he laughed. “We all know that won’t be you, Chrome.”
The other guys around the table burst into laughter.
Chrome lowered his bright red mop that he had in common with his brother, the only thing he had in common with his brother, and stuttered to himself. The sea green eyed, Chrome was the more sensitive of the two. He gave riding lessons to townies down at the bike shop. He was the only one willing to. Gas was a mechanic there and ruthlessly prodded him about helping them. Continue reading →
ReBlog – I’ve shared this lady’s work with you before and I’m pleased to bring you a link to more. Enjoy!
Back in November, I wrote a short piece of fiction that I always thought could be something more. And a few readers suggested the same. But I never wrote more… until now. I’m beginning with a slightly edited version of the original post. More to come… but I do not have much written beyond this initial installment… I’ll be making it up as I go. So please set your expectations accordingly…
I don’t wear my wedding rings at the gym. For practical purposes. It never occurred to me that anyone was paying attention to my hands… looking for a ring… or looking for not-a-ring.
So in the process of cutting and pasting and whacking and hacking the manuscript, I had to make choices. What to keep, what to do away with, what to whittle down and what to expand on. One scene I cut, I initially believed was important – simply because it defined the time period in which the manuscript is set in, 2001.
And because I actually had a lot of fun writing it!
Around the time I wrote it, The Greek had emailed me about a situation she was in and said something along the lines of, “He kept talking about choices. Come on, this isn’t Burger King, where you pick between french fries and chicken fries. This is life.”