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Traffic Stop

So, here we go again: #BlogBattle Number 22 I tried – I really did – to submit stories for a couple of the #BlogBattles in the past weeks, but none of them would close out; the endings just would not form, and they sat unfinished even after time had ended to post them. I may still try to finish them and “publish” them anyway.  Who knows? The prompt for this week is “Time,” and I have just the story for it. I wrote this for one of my lessons while taking a sort-of correspondence course from Long Ridge Writers Group. My instructor, Kris Franklin, told me the ending needed work. Go figure. Reading it in the original wording, I can see the end is unexciting, kind of a let-down, really. Hopefully, by the time the post must be submitted, I’ll have gotten some response to a cry for help I sent out. We shall see… UPDATE – I have gotten the feedback I requested, and Rachel Ritchey has given me the green light to enter it. She graciously agreed to have a look at it, and gave valuable insight. Thanks, Rachael!   Traffic Stop “I really don’t have time for this!” Joe gripped his steering wheel too tightly as the long line ahead of him moved forward another foot. He glanced again at his watch. Forty-five seconds since last time he looked, though he could have sworn five minutes had passed. Deep breath, let it out in a rush. “What…

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#BlogBattle Week 14

Welcome, to another episode! Another week, another #Blog Battle! I can’t say I’ll post to every one of them, but if I think up something when I see the prompt for the week, then I’ll give it a shot. So, this is the fourth installment of my writings to Rachael Ritchey’s #BlogBattles. So far, response has been decent, though I would, of course, expect just a bit more. Oh, well. I am finally getting some stuff out there, there are finally people reading what I write, and leaving comments. So, I have again progressed. YAY! *ahem* So. On with the show. By the way; this story is, once again, different from anything I have tried to write before. I hope it goes over well. Enjoy: Week 14 Theme will be Frog Date to Post: Tuesday, June 16th, 2015 Rules: 1000 words max fictional tale (or true if you really want) PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly! Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related Go for the entertainment value! Post your story by Midnight PST Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post) Have fun!   Witch Or…

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John Wick

Spoiler Alerts: Some descriptions throughout these posts may contain, if not the exact ending, a concluding remark of the outcome. Read at your own risk. John Wick (2014) Keanu Reeves Michael Nyquist Alfie Allen Willem Dafoe Ratings: 7.2/10 from 92,783 users An ex-hitman comes out of retirement to track down the gangsters that took everything from him. IMDb User Review: Storyline John Wick is a mob hit man who, upon falling in love, quits. 5 years later, his wife dies and to make sure he’s not alone she arranges for a dog to be brought to him after her death. Later, some men wanting his car break in and beat him up and kill his dog. When he recovers, he sets to get the ones who killed his dog. He learns that the leader is the son of his former employer. And the man wanting to protect his son, tries to take care of Wick but he’s still as good as he was. Written by rcs0411@yahoo.com (sic) (I know there are grammatical errors in the above, but it is a direct copy-and-paste) It is my firm belief that Keanu Reeves, for whatever reason, has gotten a bad rap concerning his performances. I have seen quite a few movies he’s been in, and don’t think he’s been that bad. He does better than Dolph Lundgren, in my opinion. I would watch Reeves over Sylvester Stallone any day. As I said, “…in my opinion.” Now, “John Wick“ is a definite “must watch”…

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Promotion

In a little while, Tom will be getting a phone call. He applied for a lucrative position at a reputable company and had all the right requirements. The interview had gone exceptionally well, and it seemed the manager liked him. Tom had talked to others working there, and most of them impressed him as being reasonably happy with their status. He searched for a long time for just the right opportunity, one which could give him the security and stability he not only desired, but also deserved. All the schooling he had gone through had been exceedingly difficult. The internships he endured were near torture, and mentors used him to their full extent to further their own careers. Even his so-called friends had surpassed him, using his willingness to cover for them as a stepping stone to gain advances of their own. He harbored no ill will, though; instead was grateful for the opportunity to acquire the knowledge and experience. He found that in doing all the other facets of the process, he developed a better understanding of his part. There had been one particular experience he wished he could forget, or at least redo. A friend, or so he thought, asked him to finish a certain project. That guy had gotten almost half the information gathered and all the contacts made, but an emergency would prevent him from making the closure. Tom agreed and went to the meeting. It turned out that his “friend” made the wrong contacts, and…

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Science Fiction Story

I come to you today to offer a glimpse into my Science Fiction story, “Challenge Of The Velah”. I began this before I started writing what has now become the second part of “The Barbarian” (Titled at that time “Barbarian Tales”). When I got a reader who became interested in what came next, I wrote more. At this point, I only have about 17,000 words. If, after this reading, you wish to see more, comment below and leave me an email address so I can send it to you in its entirety. At least, what I have done so far.   Challenge of The Velah By John T. M. Herres       Chapter 1 One day, as I stumbled upon a clearing, I found, surprising as it may have been, a much-desired resting place for my weary bones. See, I had been wandering the dense forest for so long, sleeping in the underbrush for only moments at a time, occasionally climbing a tree and resting in the boughs; running in some places, walking in others, and even crawling through the thicker areas, trying to get away from something, everything, nothing. I had forgotten the exact reason I began my trek, knew only that I must keep going, keep moving, not stop for too long a time at all. However, in that clearing, I felt an ease in the urgency to soldier on, a veritable lifting of the imaginary weight on my shoulders, and found I may actually have just…

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The Barbarian, By John T. M. Herres

Chapter 1 The yellow sands of the Shandan Desert stretched from horizon to horizon, desolate and bleak. The hot, arid wind seemed always from the south, sometimes easing the grains of sand across the dunes, but more often hurling them with enough force to feel like tiny pins pricking incessantly at any exposed skin. Five figures moved through the nothingness that surrounded them. The three mules they led forged along, heads lowered, not even willing to voice protest with the granules so abundant. Each beast bore supplies and equipment for the task the men had planned, and each bundle had grey and brown hides covering them. The lead man, wrapped in dingy, white robes adorned with dull red accents, abruptly stopped and fell to his knees, then laid his hands to the scorching ground. His magic had not all been taken away by the forces of the Red Griffin. As he clenched the granules in his fists, another approached and spoke the first words any had uttered in days. “Tambur, is this the place?” They had been traveling due east for two weeks, waiting for some sign to tell them their search was finished. “Yes, my brother. I sense it.” His eyes still closed, Tambur held out his hand to receive a wooden spade. The three younger men, who had been waiting away from them, rushed forward to help begin the digging. “We must scoop out the sand eight feet down and twenty feet wide,” Tambur told them. “There, we…

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