Welcome to the deadline day in the “Write an Entire Story” month and there are a plethora of writers hard at work with their fingers on the keys, bleeding out the last of their 5,000 to 10,000 words. If you haven’t finished with your story, take the weekend and wrap it up. Then I want you to put it away. Take a walk, join an auto bon club, or poke around the kitchen and find the exact point when the refrigerator light goes out. Do anything to get the story out of your mind, ONCE YOU ARE FINISHED.
A Short Letter to the Prez
Dear President Obama,
In regard to your scoff at online Americans who are pushing the issue regarding decriminalization of marijuana:
Remember how you got elected? The online blitz of your campaign surely was a large factor in your grabbing hold of the presidency. For you to now scoff at that same audience for it’s concerns is extremely disappointing. Marijuana, even as reported in the Nixon-appointed Shafer Commission of 1972, is not a dangerous drug. Why don’t you take a look at the same commission report Nixon refused to read because the group of nonpartisan SCIENTISTS called for it’s decriminalization? Here’s a link to help you better educate yourself, as it appears you know little regarding this MAJOR issue: http://www.iowamedicalmarijuana.org/documents/nc1contents.aspx
Crisis of Faith
The sun reaches for the horizon and peeks through window blinds. The frustrated and sleep deprived shove long pointy objects into tires. The vehicle’s owner operates powerful, pneumatic drills that screech and whine beneath sublime pillows. Can’t write, can’t sleep, left to feel remorse for red hot blooded acts. The sad face with a tire iron in hands remains the headstone of remorse.
Irony strikes at the strangest moments, a quality of it’s namesake. The off hand comment to a lack of insomnia becomes a raging case of insomnia. Murphy’s luck and law. When it rains, the sky pours a full black book and I end up empty handed. Love in rose colored sweaty palms. No sleep from nocturnal admissions. Plan B, plug in earphones, crank Warren Zevon, and write till the fingers hurt and the head spins. Tiny problems rise in the application. The right words flee the fingers.
The Walmart of Coffee
we’re talking about the major coffee house chain in the world people. starbucks.
while on my last trip outta town, there were no other coffee houses in site and i was in dire need for my caffeine fix.
ahhh shit.
driving down the road in anywhere usa, i see those green letters laughing at me like the evil ringmaster from the circus. it’s gonna be one of those days wherein i have to endure an experience at starbucks, or as i prefer to refer to it, “starfucks.”
Fox’s Underage Tea Party
Fox is up to their old tricks and throwing tea parties to whip the American Wasteland into a frenzy. Sam is here to keep a level head of the whole situation. Read what he has to say inside…
Help the Derby Dolls
Even Wesley agrees the Roller Derby is better than ANF and The L.A. Derby Dolls are the best. Now the girls need your help, find out why inside.
Strategy for Write an Entire Story Month: Part Three
Here we are a week later and I have beefed up the word count to 4292. I took the two scenes from the first postings of “The Great Space Race” and added in the back story. While I pressed out words, the number of characters increased and plot changed. I will post it here in the roughest form.
Midnight Dance
we danced after midnight
in a quiet little piece of me
we lay with one another
in a little piece of history
i still feel you on top of me
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Sleeping Poet
has he come back?
that dreary beaten down shell of a boy
seeking to be a man
in the outter rim of sanity
that was los angeles
in the last decade of the 20th century
Strategy for Write an Entire Story Month: Part Deux
To help the many writers who have picked up pen for our “Write an Entire Story” Contest, we offer our advice, tricks and tips to help you complete a whole story by the end of April. Last Week, we asked writers to take to their keyboard and pump out the first 3000 words to come out of their skull. Without care of edit and as free as a bird. So here we are a week later and we have 3000 words, right?
