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Short snippet on a story I'm working on.

By the time Miranda dropped off Dougie and reached home, she seen a blinking red glow on her message system indicating a message.  She pushed play and the tape deck turned on, the tape from the cassette begun spinning.  The messenger sounded like a pilot giving flight news.  

"Ahh... this message is for Miranda.  Ahhhh.. this is Steve Corwell.  We received a note ahhh...  saying that you'd like to set up a time to meet with ahhh....,    Call me at your earliest convenience ahhh, 555,5555.  Thank you"
"There is a light at the end of the tunnel!" Miranda exclaimed.  A friend told her once that if she kept busy, work would come to her.

"I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death"

i roll my time like a toothpick

ever accentuating- like a dime to big

i roll my time like a roll too big

St Paul

      

    To the hip hip hop you don't stop.” 

gunning the street life

hoping to find street pain

over the umbilical cord that ties you to the mother land

poppin' the ever foreboding words

that taunt your soul

gleaming hope

and getting none

though the death valleys

and street trips  

      

 “With my mind on my money/and my money on my mind.

a total crap monkey without even a dime

untalented plaster you all sayin' forever.

 I dodged the bullet but never is ever

I stand here before you-

 not a care in the worle-

 I dodge the haters and the equal unshare


we all the same,
Everyone of us, all
I'm out- shorty
We all tall

      

      

Writer's tips

Writer's tips
1. When you're writing be careful of using the same adjectives and verbs.  They may come off as mundane or too repetitive: words like yawned, still and mostly.


2. Making sure that you are separating ideas into their own paragraphs.


3. Don't douse a sentence with too many adjectives or adverbs.  A sentence like: The puffy coats sat like a streaming stew is doing a bit too much.


4. Cut the use of too many adverbs especially with "ly" .  Words like suffixes, mostly, extremely, tiredly should be dropped.


5.Think about how close you want the reader to be to the person who is telling the story. 

I dreamed of becoming a writer.
I set my mind to it since I was a kid
i put it in my mind to finish my novel
whether it is a success or not
I want to finish
I want to know what my steps are
I want to pursue and be around the best writers
never scared, never deterred.
clear writing, more sophisticated.

Jewelry Heist

Short Story

Never to attempt a burglary before, he strapped his head with duck tape over his black ski mask.  "Now it should stay in place,"he said to his cat who  meowed and purred between his legs.  He was dared for the first time ever to be part of a jewelry heist.  This would be one of a kind;the gangsters of Hitcombe Bottom comprised of four men, four friends from the same private school who later gone to Oxford together and even graduated as business majors.  But when their business went down the toilet they had it in their mind to do something else.  Ralph was to meet Billy Bob and two others at midnight at Desmond Diamonds on the third floor where they would stop the elevator and climb down the rope inside the elevator's shaft.  They'd drill a hole and make two trips through the store through the entirety of the holiday weekend in order to pull off  heist London would ever see.

If you were

If you were...


If you were a cat I'd bring a bat
If you were a cow I'd say good-bye now
If your were a lazy-day on a Monday
I'd curl by your side and have a latte
If you were a chocolate I'd eat you all up
If you were a sign, 
I'd have to say shut up.

But you are not a cat
Nor a bat
Nor a cow
You are not a lazy- day,
 It is not a Monday
I can't sit by your side, I can't have a latte
I can't tell you-to shut up 
Because you are gone
and that is enough.

      

      

      

      
A story called Clouded Memories

Clouded memories- my plane trip from France.  

At one point on the plane someone next to me  managed to elbow my nose while I was sleeping.  I didn't mind, I had my emotional support dog Periwinkle on my lap.  He lapped my face just in time so that the improper stranger couldn't stick his feet in my face as well.  I was thankful.  It wasn't easy getting Periwinkle on the plane, he had to go through several security checkpoints and almost failed the point that required him to stick his paws in the air while an x-ray machine circled around him.  Being a cocker spaniel-he found it hard to keep that position for five seconds that it required.  But he managed.  My carry-on wasn't so lucky...The French security attendant kept muttering "For-bid-on, For-bid-on" when she all but emptied the contents of my Barbie luggage bag on the conveyor belt.  Before that time I thought it was cute to have a see-through garment bag, but I now realize that isn't cute at all.  It's grossly humiliating.  My finer lace garments were zipped, touched and patted down as if they were the ones under suspicion. 

      

All that's missing is the white picket fence

      

LMAO, How did bush make his name on this turn pike?