LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Five
Bobby came home in an absolutely ebullient mood. He raced into the kitchen, where Mary Jane and I were having a last cup of warmed-over, boiled-over coffee, and lifted his wife out of her chair, hugging her tightly...
Maybe it is the secret touches that no one else will ever notice
Perhaps, it is the healing hugs. Those where you hold me so tight that we become one.
The blind trust we have on eachother?
All the times you stopped from falling, even when no one else noticed that I was...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-One
Mary Jane was inconsolable. To be so sick for so long, then bear a daughter instead of the son she wanted, only to lose her...it was punishment beyond belief.
The priest was called before they took the baby away...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Six
We all went out right from church to see the wunderbar house that Bobby had found in Camp Hill.
As we pulled up in front, I thought it was a wondrous place, too. Slightly smaller than our home on the east shore, but...
White crested waves cascade onto charcoal tinged pebbles, creating a sea mist that blurs the vision of adjacent hills.
Car headlights become more visible than the cars, but the sounds of the sea remain constant.
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :)
“Nieyma, is that you?” She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
who I would define as a seeker.
A seeker is someone looking. Not necessarily someone who finds. Nor someone who knows what they are looking for. It is simply for whom his life is a quest.
One day a seeker felt he had to go to the city of Kammir. He had learned to pay...
If I am just a little room to you,
Then wipe your feet.
Take off your shoes..
As a matter of fact,
I want to get prints
on every corner you've preyed.
If you are a predator;
Tell me why I have to be afraid of a Hummingbird with a...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
You design and create people. You decide what they look like, or what it looks like. What the world your characters live in. What color the sky is or what color the grass is. How society works. And what is considered good and bad. When you write you're god, you're the creator...
intelligence . A top secret research lab existed on a distant Jupiter moon . For a thousand years the Martian terra forming project had created new earth . More distant planets were undergoing tera forming projects. Each one recreating earth on barren planets. Twenty thousand...
For what seems almost a year i've been suffering from a major writers block if I got lucky i could wright a page...maybe. Last monday (11/18/13) I found myself in the mental ward. I stayed there almost a week but not quite. Any ways while i was there i found myself a "inmate...
The Teardrop Prison
Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension
The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Two
It was hot. SO hot that I swore the entire state of Indiana was affected. It probably was.
More than anything, I wanted OUT. I wanted to go HOME. However, we had things to do first.
We took the bridal couple to an...
The first time I wrote creatively, my pencil began to glow and words danced from it, being given corporeal form. They thanked me for freeing them, and I said "How can you talk anyway? You don't have mouths."
One word, which I believe may have been either "draconian", or...
so I'm trying that.
"Come on (one syllable nickname)! Are you gonna get up and enjoy South Carolina with us?"
'**** you, I have my period and feel like sh*t,' I thought. "Mm hm," I mumbled. He slammed the door of my bedroom shut.
That was my 20 year old body...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Three
Bobby and Mary Jane came home about mid-morning on Friday. They, too, were relieved to be out of the relentless heat of the farmland countryside.
"I'd forgotten how wonderful a springtime can be," Mary Jane...
Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning,
Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting.
At a distance, honesty and compassion,
truly more listless, living by reaction.
Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes,
there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety
As 1964 became 1965, I wished in church and at night that my sons would get together in the name of family harmony. I hated when family was fighting over anything - a trivial reason only made things worse.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Five
Bobby and Mary Jane's wedding day in Pennsylvania - June, 1964.
I helped Mary Jane get ready out of sight of her husband. Although they were already legally married, she had returned the rented gown and donned the...
Serendipity is a word that makes my stomach churn in distaste and disgust; its greedy claws grasp at its victims and cloud their resolves until they lead foolish lives. Its allies are fear and faith and together, they wind their spell of false hopes and dreams...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
Today was the day my sister, cousins and I decided to go parasailing. We only had two more days in Myrtle Beach, we had to live it up.
The four of us headed down the beach to sign up. Then we signed our waivers and headed to get our life jackets and...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Eight
Christmas, 1964. We had finally succeeded in pinning Jimmy down in coming by the house to welcome his new sister-in-law. I didn't make mention of the coming child, but when Jimmy demurred, I got on his case but...
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Two
I always figured the Lord compensated us in mysterious ways for the travesties He visited us with.
The baby situation, for instance, was rectified when Mary Jane discovered she was again expecting. I thought it was...
When you would die for thos who are not worth crying for
When you wake up to your own thoughts rather than to the sunlight
When your brightest days are as grey as your darkest days
When you shut the door so no one can hear you cry yourself to sleep
When thos who knew...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Three
Mary Jane seemed to turn philosophical in the loss of her first child - especially since she was carrying her second so soon.
"I must have done something wrong, Lori," she said,over and over. "I don't know what it...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
in case any monster was hiding there, waiting to grab my hand as it fell over the side of the bed while I slept.
When I grew up a bit, I didn't need to check for monsters anywhere because I wouldn't find them. I knew they were in my head, creeping through my thoughts as the sun...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Nine
Christmas, 1964 was spoiled. I looked at Mary Jane's almost untouched dinner and sighed. Bobby was still up with Mary Jane in her room, offering comfort. It was just Robert and me as we cleared the table.
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
I awake in the dark
no breath, no heartbeat
just the absence of you.
I wander the house
where did you go?
I know what I need to do.
I’ll go after him
and see for myself
just this once......
what pulls him away from...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Four
Mary Jane ate hungrily - as always. She knew I liked to see that people enjoyed my cooking and made the most of it.
"Oh, this is WONDERFUL," she said, over and over, several times with her mouth full. "You can't...
simply because I want to try out lots of things. One of the only things I ever allowed myself to be proud of was my ability to write. In middle school I had a really great English teacher and two periods of English for some reason. She was cool in the way she would read us...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Seven
Bobby spent most of his spare time checking out places to begin raising his new family. Mary Jane wanted to go with him, but she was beginning to feel her condition now in several different ways. She was sometimes...