Short Story

Short Story on the Woman State Trooper   

"Please make it, please make it!" I said.

"Damn, Damn, Damn you f-ing car."  I hit it, hoping that it would move but it did not.

It never did.

It was the first time the car had died on the highway though, and it was the first time that I got a woman state trooper.

"Excuse me, Excuse me" said the Trooper taping on the window. "What are you doing?"

"Well I'm just waiting for someone to help."  I said, opening the door.

She stepped back in alarm, seeing that I did not open the window like I should have.

"Well, you can't wait here" she said blocking my steps towards her.  Her hand brushed the side of the yellow pistol in her holder.  

"Well, my husband is coming to get me." I said frantically.

"Well your husband can't stop here either,"  she stated in loud exasperation.  The hair from her bun tilted gently as she gave me a closer look. 

I didn't look much the part of a professional driver.  I still had my yoga pants on from the gym which were squeezed inside a furry pair of brown camisole boots and I had on a black sundress tucked under a Sean John overcoat.  She must have felt I was a batty because she began barking something into her walkie: codes that were unrecognizable.

223 on I-94 to route 394.

"Triple A can come and get me." I managed to say gaining some confidence after I noticed her paying more attention to the cars merging around mine.  

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When I have Problems I join the fantasy World

These are some of my favorite lines from the script, The Killing, a TV show series starring Sarah Linden (Mireille Enos) and Stephen Holder (Joel Kinnaman).
I'll miss you show.....I finished the series.


1. Come here
I Need to give a  scrilla some jib jab, need to have a private pow wow
You need to learn to talk English




2.Let's go.
Ugly-a##   bi9^CDS, you get out of here! There's nothing on ViCAP or CODIS for Pastor Mike Sheehan.

3. It's a coward's refuge.
Opiate of the masses.
I thought you liked opiate of the masses.

4.blah, blah.
You know I been clean for almost two years now? Good for you.
That's great.
Not everyone finds their salvation in some stank-a&% basement with a bunch of old booze hounds.




5.Both laugh ] You sure I shouldn't be teaching you how to holla at the shorties, punk? Whatever.
I mean, you can be as smooth as Velveeta, but at the end of the day, you got to take care of your girl.
Protect her, you know? Keep her safe.
This ain't no kind of crib.
You be safe, Bullet.




6.Father of the Year 2013, failed to rehabilitate poor little fu%^d-up me.
That was his mantra.
Hard work and discipline will lead to strength in character.
Apparently, a sh^*-ton of money.
- You seen that house? - You did.
 

Zumba in Minnesota

When I'm not doing my writing, I'm at the gym doin my zumba.  Minnesota has countless gyms that cater to those who want to do fitness on the go.  Choose your time.  Mine is usually 9am not to early and not too late in the morning.  Although you can get a class as early as 5am, although those are usually work out classes that cater to lifting weights or work out in chair classes, yoga, etc.   Zumba is fast paced and usually combines mexican and hip hop music so its right up my alley.

Story #2, A story of Zombies: Five scares in December

The Zombies' quickened movements allow suspense in their dance. Their legs constantly fidget and move rapidly.  A scream
shrieks out at one point of the song and the sound is so loud that some of the audience screams in enjoyment matching the screamer's pitch.

There isn't for a moment a single dancer getting out of character, some of the looks on the dancers faces are so intense that they frighten the audience, their red lips reminiscent of blood of human they recently devoured.  A dancer bangs her head down, she's the obvious leader of the pack in an all-white tattered zombie dress. She dances in front of them.  The dancers are in four lines and each line slowly descends to the floor.  The front row is down first
till the very last row.  Each of the rows are crawling on the ground, and their newest captured human
emerges from a huddle that the dancers created to show that she's transitioned into a zombie herself.  Her first walks in front of the dancers show that she is staggering like a toddler taking its first steps.

Serialpodcast.org, A Podcast Writers are Loving

I'm listening to serial podcast. at serialpodcast.org and I'm on episode 10.  I'm enthralled with the series but more importantly this episode and how the journalist described Christina Guteriz as some who flew across the office, yelling orders, intimidating people right and left.  She was the defense lawyer in Adnan's murder conviction case and she just sounds like no one I never knew.  Especially when you hear her voice in the proceedings, it sounds like a cross between Fran from the Nanny and Joan Rivers.

"The Murder of a Century:The Gilded Age Crime That Scandalized a City & Sparked the Tabloid Wars" by Paul Collins

 

 

"The Murder of a Century:The Gilded Age Crime That Scandalized a City & Sparked the Tabloid Wars",  by Paul Collins. This novel had a slow introduction, the only event that captured the audience from the beginning had to be the fact that a body is found severed in half, the head is no where to be found and the abdomen is found laying in a river with its arms still attached.

 I could of done without the details, leading the detectives to whom the body belonged to, (we get it), there was no forensic evidence in the nineteenth century.  The only thing that could dictate how long a body had been deceased was the heat of the body, and the only thing that identified the status of the person and his or her occupation was the money in their wallet and the softness/roughness of their hands, telling whether they worked in the mine friends or they had higher status jobs that didn't have them work much with their hands.