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Weekend Writing Warriors 6/15/14 #wewrima

For June, I’m pulling from my horror/paranormal universe stories. This week, it’s from a still untitled story about Sara from “Tim and Sara” and Alec from “The Kindness of Strangers.” It takes place before either of those stories.

In this scene, Sara is talking to her twin brother Levi, who kind of takes care of her, about her new job.

“Work is going great,” Sara gushed.

 

“Great for you, or great for a normal person?”

 

Sara ignored me and continued, “The best thing is that I met a guy and we’re going to have a baby.”

 

My fork clattered onto my plate; I was used to the crazy stuff she said, but this was out there, even for her. “A baby?”

 

“That’s the only logical thing when you love someone, and I am nothing if not logical.”

 

I snorted.

 

“It’s not my fault you don’t understand logic, Levi.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 4/27/14 #WeWriWa

ustogethercoverIt finally appears we’re getting spring this year after all. To commemorate the warmer weather, green grass, and chance for outdoor activities not requiring mittens, this week’s excerpt is from a short story, “Man of the House,” that’s in my collection Us, Together.

For eight-year-old Jerry, Sunday, May 17th, 1987, started as a day just like any other, with church in the morning followed by an afternoon on the couch watching baseball with Dad. Mom kept popping her head in from the kitchen to complain about the beer, the cigarettes, the TV being so goddamn loud and didn’t he realize the baby was trying to sleep?

 

Of course Dad must have realized it, sitting there hunched over, rubbing his temples and downing can after can of Budweiser. Good American beer for a good American man, he always said. When Jerry was older he was never able to drink the stuff himself, told everyone it tasted like crap but really the taste brought back memories that made him cry.

 

But that day in May, that Sunday, Jerry wasn’t crying. He was eight years old, bouncing on the couch, rooting for the Cubbies. Asking Dad if he saw that play, if he thought it could’ve gone another way, if that ump was crazy, and Dad just sat there on the couch, drinking beer after beer, not answering.

Read the rest of the story, and five others about kids trying to cope with what life throws at them, in Us, Together, just $.99 at Amazon.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 4/13/14 #WeWriWa

Not My Thing coverThis week continues with the story from last week, “Not My Thing,” which was just released as a free short ebook by Evolved Publishing.

When The Dancing Freemasons embark on their first major tour, Jeff’s dreams of being a rockstar have come true – until he can no longer connect with the music. One night after a show, he meets a woman who might be the one to get the music flowing again, but is the cost worth it?

For the last few scenes, Jeff’s been awkwardly chatting with that woman, and finally worked up the courage to ask her to grab a bite to eat.

“Give me your hand,” he says.

 

Her eyes narrow, but she complies.

 

He traces the veins on her wrist. “This, in here… your blood flowing through your body tells a song, a story for anyone who takes the time to listen.” He taps her smooth skin, playing out a drum beat he’s been working on. “For me it’s all about finding that song, that story, and translating it into something that other people can understand and connect with.”

 

“You probably say that to all your groupies.”

 

“Groupies aren’t my thing.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 3/23/14 #WeWriWa

Not My Thing coverThis week continues with the story from last week, “Not My Thing,” which will be released as a free short ebook by Evolved Publishing either later this month or early April.

When The Dancing Freemasons embark on their first major tour, Jeff’s dreams of being a rockstar have come true – until he can no longer connect with the music. One night after a show, he meets a woman who might be the one to get the music flowing again, but is the cost worth it?

Last week, he mentioned his band’s name and she responded, “Who?”

It’s getting cold, and the night air isn’t helping his headache, his missing sense of touring equilibrium. It’s time to go back in. Might as well end whatever this is before it gets much further. “Actually, I’m in the Dancing Freemasons.”

 

“I thought you looked kind of familiar,” the girl says as she finally turns to look at him. “I’ve never met a famous musician before.”

 

Jeff laughs. “Two seconds ago you said you’d never heard of my band, and now I’m famous?”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 3/9/14 #WeWriWa

This week continues with the story from last week, “Not My Thing,” which will be released as a free short ebook by Evolved Publishing either later this month or early April.

Jeff is a drummer out on his first major tour, playing small clubs across the Midwest, but he’s come down with a bad case of writer’s (musician’s?) block and can’t get the songs to come out right.

Last week he met a girl in an alley after a show. It was a bit awkward.

A smile twitches across her lip. The vodka has begun flowing through Jeff’s veins, tamping his inhibitions; he feels encouraged to keep talking to her, but he can’t think of anything clever or funny to say, and he hates using the whole band thing as a pick-up line.

 

“So…” she says, hugging her arms around her body and shivering just a bit.

 

“Want my jacket?”

 

“I shouldn’t.”

 

“I don’t have cooties.” Who even says that anymore? She’s going to leave; he’s sure of it.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 3/2/14 #WeWriWa

New month, new story. This time I’m pulling from a short story, “Not My Thing,” that’ll be released free from Evolved Publishing sometime in the near future.

Jeff is a drummer out on his first major tour, playing small clubs across the Midwest, but he’s come down with a bad case of writer’s (musician’s?) block and can’t get the songs to come out right.

In this excerpt, he’s just played a set and is in an alley outside the venue, where he meets a local woman.

He nods at her and says, “S’up.”
“Hey,” she says as she stares straight ahead, as if aware she shouldn’t be talking to strange guys in dark alleys.

 

“Want a light?”

 

Still staring ahead, she says, “I don’t smoke.”

 

“Me neither.”

 

She turns her head slightly, probably sizing him up. “But you offered me a light.”

 

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t accept.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/23/14 #WeWriWa

Continuing with the love theme for February, and picking up where we left off last week, today’s excerpt is from “The Kindness of Strangers,” a short story I wrote for The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011.

In this story, Laura left her friend’s party after seeing her ex with another girl. It started raining as she was walking down the road, and a stranger offered her a ride and a chance to vent.  He then gave her a powder that would ensure no one bothered her ex again. Now she’s back at the party, looking for her ex.

She grabbed an abandoned cup of beer as she walked and dumped the packet’s contents into it. The beer fizzed, turned black, then amber again.

 
Laura walked into a bedroom and shut the door behind her. “Hi, Sam.”

 

Sam sat up and said, “Laura, how many times have I told you, we’re through!”

 

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

 

“I’m not yours, and I’ve told you to stay the hell away from me!”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/16/14 #WeWriWa

Continuing with the love theme for February, and picking up where we left off last week, today’s excerpt is from “The Kindness of Strangers,” a short story I wrote for The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011.

In this story, Laura left her friend’s party after seeing her ex with another girl. It started raining as she was walking down the road, and Alec offered her a ride, and a chance to vent.  Last week he gave her a powder that would ensure no one bothered her ex again.

Alec gripped her wrist and said, “Give him the powder.”
Laura nodded.
Alec let go of her. She massaged her burning skin, and when she looked up, Alec and the car were gone; just Laura, standing on the edge of the road.
She turned, walked with deliberate steps back to the farmhouse. Inside the crowd had disappeared, only her friend Megan left sprawled on the couch.
“Laura, where have you been all night?” Megan asked as she sprung up from the couch.
Laura paused and said in a flat voice, “I’m going to get Sam back.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/9/14 #WeWriWa

Continuing with the love theme for February, and picking up where we left off last week, today’s excerpt is from “The Kindness of Strangers,” a short story I wrote for The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011.

In this story, Laura left her friend’s party after seeing her ex with another girl. It started raining as she was walking down the road, and Alec offered her a ride, and a chance to vent.

“If you can’t have him, no one should, right?”
“Exactly,” Laura agreed, still lost in Alec’s eyes.

 

“I have just what you need,” he said as he opened the glove box and pulled out a small paper packet. “Put this powder in his drink, and no one will ever bother him again.”

 

“It won’t hurt him, will it?”

 

Alec turned to her, stared into her eyes. Why had she thought his were black? His irises were yellow; a wolf’s eyes.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 2/2/14 #WeWriWa

It’s apparently February. Already. How is it already February??

Okay, enough of that. Since February is the month of love, today’s excerpt is from “The Kindness of Strangers,” a short story I wrote for The Indiana Horror Anthology 2011. It features one of my few recurring characters, a guy named Alec who makes a brief uncredited cameo in “Tim and Sara” as well as several as-yet unpublished stories.

In this story, Laura left her friend’s party after seeing her ex with another girl. It started raining as she was walking down the road, and Alec offered her a ride.

Laura couldn’t tear her gaze away from Alec’s. She’d never seen eyes like his before, two black holes sucking her in. “He broke up with me, said I was too unstable for a relationship.”

 

“That hardly seems fair.”

 

Laura found herself pouring out the story: her devotion to Sam, their unexpected break-up, her attempts to get back together, his refusal to have anything to do with her, her anger at seeing him with other girls. “He’s doing it on purpose, in front of me, just to rub my nose in the fact that I can’t have him,” she concluded.

 

“And that makes you angry, right, because you deserve him and no one else does?” Alec’s eyes gleamed.

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