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LOC: Sacramento, CA
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LAST LOGIN: July 23
LOC: Sacramento, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 23
Welcome. Plotjuggler here. In case you have been writing the same book for the longest time and it’s still not good enough, or it’s far from completion, have patience. I’ve been working on(and playing with) the same novel for the past 22 years. RENDEZVOUS WITH A RUNAWAY. I have two babies. One is a 22-year-old spoiled brat I raised. The other is this book that should have left home a long time ago. The story happened to me when I was 24. It could be that I miss these characters so much that I continuously write about them, just to keep them dear to me. But I don’t miss the trouble. Even after all these years, there are aftershocks. And sometimes I peep over my shoulder, wondering if 1976 finally caught up with me. The runawa…
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Sometimes an inconceivable scheme claims the life of a normal person. Todd, a mixed White and Puerto Rican eighteen-year-old H.S. graduate, sees an ad on a grocery bulletin seeking unattached, energetic personnel who would love to travel while distributing flyers. He passes an in-depth unorthodox interview along with a complete physical, consents to later have company profile pictures taken, and then joins a two-van group the next morning that relocates an hour from his home. He marvels at t...
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“Boy, you really had me going there for a minute. It took me a month to track you down. I almost—“ The large man slid forward in his seat, practically towering over the much smaller man. He laughed and a thin white paste of saliva oozed from each corner of his mouth. His powerful arms flew up and his face suddenly appeared deadly serious. “Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Stop looking all around. Forget about these people. Look at me, will you? Am I being too loud for you?” The small man’s head...
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“Look, this is great. But so far you’ve only shown us a paradise of young adults with nothing to do but play all day. Lord knows what goes on at night. Let’s get down to business.” “Right,” his wife said, placing an aging hand over her husband’s. “We were assured this was a retirement community. The best in existence. ‘The best money can buy’ the brochure said.” “A million bucks worth,” her husband said. “Where are the people our age? We haven’t seen one person over the age of thirty.” The y...
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By now she had told her lie a hundred times. It would be practically impossible to convince anyone it didn't happen. The news should remain hot throughout the weekend. Derek would let time serve as an extinguisher. If he could dodge discussion, perhaps his friends might be ready for a cooler version later in the week. However, the townhouse had become a modern day Eden. Not only had Megan reinvented the lie, she had infected the male gender with a bad case of hormones. This would be kept bet...
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"Okay, bro," Gardner said, squinting into the smoke-filled den, "Where's your pretty sidekick?" "At her aunt's, I guess." Derek smiled that he could speak it so easily. It was one of the lies he had rehearsed this afternoon. He watched Gardner closely. "You know, she does go home once in a while. You coming in?" As Gardner stood in the doorway his shoulders appeared broader than life. They might seem that way to anyone who didn't read the finer print. A trained eye could catch him sucking in...
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Yes, this style of writing is different. It's new to me. However, likening the heartfelt destruction of a failing relationship to the continuous knawing attack by a rat is an analogy most readers can "feel". "It's just a pile of excrement" sounds correct for the ending.
This story teaches a necessary lesson in life. Rebecca understood that lesson. Be yourself and accept who you are, in spite of the world's changing facets and faces. Also, each one of us is unique in a different way. I appreciate the way you captivated my interest without any preaching. At the very least, you have succeeded in entertaining.
I cannot write poetry in any manner so I tread lightly here. Since some of this rhymed and I heard a faint tune, the word "direction" in the 4th line didn't seem to fit. This was only regarding "sound effects" and likely the meaning makes it the best word your intention. You painted a nice pic of rising above the stress of man and earth. Thanks for the short "vacation".
I like the connection between the two people and the association of eye, soul and emotion. Also, you stuck to your theme. Good job.
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