Even to friends Roy was…well a pleasant doormat. But he finally demanded something – a view. His note had said he wanted beauty as he fall.
Random Word: Belvedere
Thursday, 3 June 2010
No pain, no gain
Shelly, banged the camshaft. Here she was busting her fanny to make a living while sugartits worked the casting couch to get overseas. She could spin on it.
Watching the sea burn, Milky-May gurgled ‘Shel’ as she sank beneath turtles.
Shelly seeing the insurance payout started to practise funeral tears.
Random Word: Turtle’s Back
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Making an impression
It was show and tell time. Greta was fed up of the Ruggle sisters and their film star grandmother. Who had ever heard of Green Acres? This time she’d upstage them. In a fever of excitement she said,‘ My Father, a hitman and here his gu— No wait. I’ve pictures.’
Random Word: Fever
What makes for good reading
I just think of it as three stages of writing. The first is raking the ground and making sure its right for the sowing of the seeds. Then you sow and what grows depends where the seeds fall so you are always surprised by the harvest. The final stage is taking the raw crops and shaping them in a dish worthy of the dreams you had when first breaking the soil.
Technorati Tags: Good writing,Stages of writing
Showcase Wednesday #5
This is a Twitter story that caught my eye this week. Click on the heading if you want to visit the author’s Twitter Site. Or the post timestamp to go direct to the story.
I shouldn't have asked "Is it mine?" when I heard she was pregnant. Such nasty stares from the vet
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
A love unnamed
He loved her on first sight, her curves was what had attracted and held him. His first touch had convinced him with its electric jolt. Now a betrayal of wedding vows meant a separation. Closing the garage door, he wet his tongue and kissed his love for the last time.
Random Word: Yesterday
Makeover Murder Hearing Today
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He had lived with the custard walls despite the eye spasms but the door was so asthmatic on sight that Eduard knew he could plead insanity.
Random Word: Peregrine
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