Sunday, May 27, 2012

#SixSunday - Fall From Grace - Episode 3

Another Sunday, another six sentences.

This week I wanted to post something from the same project, but a little lighter. Let me know what you think!


"Look at him," Alex sputtered. "He can have any girl he wants, he's practically beating them off with his M-16. It would be ridiculous for me to attach myself to a man who could charm Marilyn Munroe out of her her grave to go have coffee with him!"

"I wouldn't put it past him," she agreed. "But he's not in love with other girls, or with Marilyn Munroe. He's in love with you."


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Monday, May 21, 2012

Saturday Painting

I spent Saturday "painting" my niece's room. And by "painting", what I actually mean is cleaning so that eventually I could paint the room. She is eleven and she is lazy as hell. Two days of her "cleaning" still had her mother and I spending eight solid hours actually cleaning.


Towards the end of the first coat (around dinner time), she decided that she wanted to help. And by help, what I actually mean is accidentally letting the dog in the room and then pushing her against a wall of wet paint to try and get her back out of the room, amidst mine and her mother's shrieks of outrage.

I'm standing on a ladder with a roller, mom is hunched over trim on the other side of the room, and pooch face (a rotti blue heeler cross) is stuck against the wall next to the door, wagging her nub of a tail, while my niece holds her against said wall and cries because the dog has now ruined everything and I am yelling.

Mom and I are far more concerned with the purple paint on the dog than the black hair stuck in the paint on the wall. We go on the balcony with one dog, struggle to drag the (well-behaved) dog into the house, all the while trying to explain to the blubbering eleven year old what we mean when we ask for "a bucket of warm water with a washcloth".

Short story made even shorter:

It was a great photo op and the paint came off the dog with relative ease. By the time we got it straightened out, the hair stuck to the wall had started to dry, so that took significantly more elbow grease to remove, but we got that done too.

Dog or oddly striped zebra?

Sunday, May 20, 2012

#SixSunday - Fall From Grace

This six takes place shortly after last week's.


"We need to prepare ourselves for the probability that he won't make it. If he does he may never walk again."

The six soldiers turned to stare at the man lying in the bed on the other side of the glass. They could hear the slow steady beeps of his machinery get slower.

Alex's heart ached as she saw Reed's mom lift her head and gaze, bleary-eyed, at the monitors. The lines went flat and through the rush of bodies and the sound of alarms, Alex watched a single tear slip down the woman's cheek.


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Sunday, May 13, 2012

#SixSentenceSunday - "Fall From Grace"

Happy Mother's Day!

This is the first of hopefully many six sentence Sundays.

Following are (you guessed it) six sentences from my NaNoWriMo 2011 project that is so far titled "Fall From Grace".


The knife was slick with his blood and sailed back into him gracefully. Three times, four. He wondered how his parents would feel, knowing that he had survived a bullet in the line of duty just to end up beaten down and stabbed to death by a gang of hoodlums.

At least his mother's major worry would never materialize, he thought, wryly, as a foot sailed towards his face. He wouldn't be sent home under a flag.

Then he saw the guy holding the baseball bat over his head.


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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Justice For Some

Last night I was educated on courtroom protocol. Not because I was in court (although it was my court date), but because I was curious to know what the hype was about. Why can't someone tell a Judge to pound sand? Why are you supposed to sit straight, not fidget, and dress conservatively? What does the courtroom actually look like?

I was curious because I had previously heard that an applicant appeared in court wearing stiletto heels and a mini skirt, and then draped herself across the seats with her legs splayed. NOT very ladylike. I wondered - out loud - if she had any sense of decency at all. Or if she was deliberately trying to show off her hoo-hah to the Justice.

This led me to wonder the following:

1. Are there tablecloths in court to hide that display and if not, are the tables one sided so the Justice can't see that?

2. Did someone watch "Basic Instinct" the night before and hope to go down in the books as the woman who showed her hoo-hah to the Justice?

These should not be concerns but they are, because there are serious flaws in the "Justice System" in Canada. There is not justice for all. There is justice for some, legal quagmires for the rest, and hoo-hah displays for the lucky.

I have so much fodder for my creative cannon that I fully intend on using -- this is, after all, what writers do. We write -- So I wanted to make sure that I clearly understood what it was like to walk into the courtroom, and what the atmosphere would be like. 

And so, armed with the mantra that writer's write, I have sat my butt in the chair and tackled the sequel to "Unclean". In doing this, I have finally started to see my current ordeal as a writer, and not as one of the "rest" in Canada's warped legal system. 

Friday, May 4, 2012

Stupidity, It Gets You Everywhere

A girl I go to school with summarized her thoughts a few months back, and I have found myself asking the same question in the recent days:
"Why am I forced to share the planet with other people?"

Why indeed?