October 2012 – Our Write Side

I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. I know you don’t believe me, but he’s going to get you down where the loss cuts worst. Right down to your very soul. Unless you get out now. You’ve seen through your crystal ball what your future…

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This unexpected four-day weekend was a blessing in disguise. While I didn’t get anything done, I did get much needed rest because we all slept in. It is a great feeling to feel bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 7:00 am when you know you have a lot of work to do… Especially when NaNoWriMo begins TOMORROW!…

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He came home stinking of garlic and onions, and that’s when I knew. He’d been with her again, at that little Mama Mia café just off Judd Street in the center of town. He didn’t think I knew, but I did, and I knew who she was, too. The little tramp. As if he could…

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Someone needed their dick shot off and it was my job to do it. She was as sultry as she was poison, dripping sweet in front of me, after her gig on the stage. Sugar was her name, and she spent most of the song laboring on her knees, any imperfections on her body hidden…

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This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper. It’s peeling in corners, as old as the house around it. And like the house, the room and its secrets have been abandoned, its overgrown yard a trap for stray baseballs smacked from the vacant lot across the street. No one remembers who lived there anymore. The…

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Each month, on the night of the cat-eyed moon, you can hear the woodwinds play. If you happen to live in a cabin across from the hills, you might even see them dancing. Beware being caught watching, though, or they will forever haunt your soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   For those that are uninitiated, the 55 Word…

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He’s on the front page of your local newspaper, dressed to the nines, with a wallet full of cash, and an eternal smirk plastered on his face. He visits only the very best clubs, dozens of ladies flock to his side, decorate his arm. With sinister eyes watching your every move, you’ll meet him during…

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He couldn’t see beyond the flames, only knew that they were safe. Adam moved towards the center of the room, distancing himself from the fire that surrounded him on every side. He remained calm, not allowing himself to become rattled by his circumstances, understanding the beauty behind the blaze. The red-yellow glow captivated his eyes…

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Before I share the story, I have some shameless begging to do. I, along with my writer friends Cameron and Lance, have entered the America’s Next Author contest. Round Two just started, and I really need your help. Two clicks (one on the link, the other on “VOTE”) is all you have to do, but…

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I’m totally cheating this week by adding an excerpt from the first NaNoWriMo novel I completed, the first of a series titled The Unlikely Hero. It was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the picture, and I have forgotten how much I loved these characters (and how they need to have…

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