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Blog: Reassurance

A friend of mine on Facebook mentioned being disturbed by the sheer ignorance and hatred people have shown to other people that do not fall in the same category as their type of people. She asked for reassurance and I responded with the below. Upon a day’s reflection, I decided to copy the thought to my blog here.

“For reassurance – there are two paths of humanity – one that builds and one that breaks. Based on where we are (not in caves, etc), the path humanity is choosing overall is one that builds. People that break things believe they are leaving a lasting mark, not knowing what they are really doing is clearing ground for the builders to make something even better.”

I have a firm hope and belief humanity does and will continue to improve, and those that try to put in stumbling blocks are actually providing jumping points. …. Please build something today.

Flash: If you love me …

Photo: Running Faucet

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Kassandra kept her back to the whiny drone of her boyfriend, digging her hands deeper into the suds. Finally the line “If you loved me, you would …” pushed her over the edge into interrupting his self-serving pleading.

“Stop! Just stop the fuck right there.” She said shaking the bubbles from her hands into the sink before grabbing the towel.

She turned around to see Dewayne’s startled expression. At least he had stopped talking.

“Do you know the last I heard that line ‘If you loved me’?” Kassandra asked as she threw the towel aside. “Two hours ago … at the grocery store. You son tried to pull that on me to give him candy. No way was I going to deal with him on a sugar high right before bed. He threw himself on the ground in a tantrum after I said no – should I expect that next?”

Dewayne’s handsome face twisted in anger. He was model beautiful, although he was beginning to run towards fat. “You don’t fucking love me!”

Kassandra rolled her eyes. “Damn, how did I know that was the next thing you were going to say? It’s déjà vu.” She muttered to the heavens as she went into their bedroom and grabbed Dewayne’s backpack. “At least Terrell comes by it honestly.” She started grabbing his clothes from the floor and shoving it in the bag.

Following her into the bedroom, Dewayne asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Doing what I should have done years ago,” Kassandra explained, “kicking you the fuck out.”

She shoved the backpack into his chest. She was relieved when his arms circled around it. He had never hit her, but she had never kicked him out before. Immediately she went for her purse and cell phone.

“Now leave.”  She said as she started to dial with one hand while using the other hand to push him towards the front door of the apartment.

Always one to have the last word, Dewayne yelled, “I hate you.” as he went down the apartment stairs. Several other curses and mostly inaccurate descriptions about her sexual habits continued until the apartment’s foyer door slammed shut.

Hearing the other end answer, Kassandra closed the door and leaned on it. “Yes, Mr. Nguyen. Could you come by and change the locks on my door?”

“I’lll be right up.” Kassandra heard the click as her landlord disconnected.

(words 400 – first publication 12/23/2013)


THE FLASH WHICH INSPIRED HONESTLY

Find out what happens next in the book

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Blog: Three Month Mark

Been doing flashes for three months now; I did three weeks directly to Breathless Press Blog before kicking my personal blog off on November 15, 2012. The first one I posted to Breathless Press Blog was on October 21, 2012. 

I am seeing an improvement in my writing under the constant push to have stuff ready for the Sunday and Wednesday deadlines.

By the way in order to keep up on the Wednesday stuff, I have written a little ahead. (Can’t do it for Sunday because I never know what the picture will be.) The pool of flashes does create problems every Wednesday when I have to choose from one of several babies to let people see. I guess that is like trying to figure out what story to send to a publisher.

It’s time for me to start thinking about the next regular challenge, which I think will be writing a flirt. A story of about 10,000 words. You can find several of these on Amazon, running from 99 cents to about $1.79 each. I guess I should make a goal of a flirt a month. Yes, I think that would be a good goal for my self-created self-directed creative writing course.

I will release details when I get one ready as an e-book on Amazon. Now to figure out three to do – one each for Feb, Mar & Apr.

(Update 5/20/2016 – Well the flirt thing did not work out well three years ago. I hope with my present push to get all things writing organized I can change this up in the near future. Not three flirts a year, but at least one publication of some sort. We will see what happens.)

Blog: Other Goal

Going to try a second writing goal. First one is writing the Breathless Press Sunday Fun every week. The second is to post an original flash every Wednesday. So two (very) short stories per week. Let’s see how it goes.

My overall drive right now is to get writing. The third goal will be to actual write something good enough to sell; need just a little more time to get that part organized.

Blog: Everything uploaded for now

I believe I have uploaded everything for the start of the blog now. Hopefully more stuff will be happening in the future. I will endeavor to continue with my present writer’s goal for myself – participating in the Sunday Fun with Breathless Press. If it is the only thing I do, at least I am doing some writing.

I first heard of Breathless Press in 2012 through one of their editors. She attended ConCarolinas “The Best Sci-Fi Con in the Carolinas” which happens annually during June in Charlotte, NC. The convention has a totally awesome writer’s segment of activities that is close to a third of the convention events – usually having 3 different tracks happening throughout the day. The Erotica classes tend to be extremely fun and funny. Writers and editors know words – and their panels are amazing.

I am finally getting enough organized to maybe do something more with she presented during the writing panels she was on. Maybe next convention I will have something to present to her … or, if I am very, very lucky and get more organized than I think I can in the time allotted … be on a panel with her. …. all writers are dreamers.

(Update 1/6/2016 – Old flashes removed in preparation of new blog format in 2016.)