TINY TUESDAY (m)

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Tue, 01-29-2002 - 10:34am

TINY TUESDAY (m)


This week, write a scene or short story that takes place in a small town and centers on the town’s gossip.

Have fun,

Mac

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Wed, 01-30-2002 - 11:25pm

Thank you! I have fun...


inserting these little details. Call me crazy.

Thank you for your encouragement here, everybody.

Eyewrite

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Wed, 01-30-2002 - 11:27pm

Thanks, Sammi! (nt)


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Wed, 01-30-2002 - 11:28pm

Thanks, Linda. Didn't know it would tickle you so! (nt)


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Wed, 01-30-2002 - 11:29pm

Very funny kay. Loved the voices and names. (nt)


cl-ozarker

"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway

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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 1:38am

Hey Mac...


These Tuesday ditties are so great for us aspiring writers. Most of the well-published writers say, write something everyday, keep the muse alive and breathing, and that's just what the TT's due for us.

Glad you like the story, kinda wild, kinda wicked...And oh, the fun!

Thanks for the inspiration! kat

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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 9:51am

Thanks Sammi!!! (nt)


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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 10:58am

Isn't it wild how thoughts can...


Unravel from the deep recesses of your mind, and suddenly there are living, breathing (figuratively speaking) people in these lives... Thanks, Linda. kat

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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 4:16pm

A late TT


My writing's been hard coming this week. Must be my mood, I guess. Over the past week I've seen four cats killed on the road (and, since I live in a semi-rural area, it takes a while before they're removed), so I see their little broken bodies every time I drive into town. And my mom's told me that one of her cats is also missing. (She doesn't live anywhere near me, but her cats act as if they're mine whenever I visit her.) Plus there's the usual job search funk hanging over me.

Anyhoo, here are the best rumors and lies I could make up this week.

Ramona

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“You’re here about the monster, hmm?”

I had hardly noticed the old man sitting in a booth in the far corner of the small diner. My mind had been running through a half a dozen other things, particularly how long this little stopover was going to push back my travel time. And how much it would cost me.

I had planned on making the drive out to my sister’s place in about three days. It would’ve been faster just to fly, but my life had decided to have a little fun with me and had tossed a whole passel of misfortune my way just to see what I’d do. So I was feeling the need to do something different.

Besides, all I had to look forward to when I got back from this little “vacation” was an empty bed, an unemployment check, and a cat who’d be complaining over having been left in my landlady Mrs. Clemenza’s care.

The old man had picked up his coffee cup and had shambled over from his booth to sit a few stools down from me at the counter. “Mmm-hmm, you’re here about the monster. That’s the only reason folks come out by these parts anymore.”

I nibbled at my club sandwich, which looked delicious, but I didn’t have much of an appetite to appreciate it. I turned to look at him. He could’ve been anywhere from 50 to 80.

The woman behind the counter – Ruby Lee, her nametag said – brought me another Coke and refilled the old man’s coffee cup. “Old Marv knows a lot about the monster,” she told me.

Actually, I’d driven into town for gas and directions. According to the map, this shortcut should’ve shaved about an hour and a half off of my drive. All it had done was dump me seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

After driving for three hours and not seeing my connection to the interstate, I came to the conclusion that I’d made a mistake coming down this road. So I pulled over into the only town I’d seen in over an hour. A little town called Buzzard’s Tooth.

“Most folks come into Buzzard’s Tooth looking for the monster.” Old Marv began again as he stirred a tablespoon of sugar into his coffee. “Yours that car sitting at Hank’s? Never known a car to give off purple smoke.”

I never knew a car could give off purple smoke either. But when I’d pulled into Hank’s Garage and Gas Pump it stalled and started puffing out purple smoke. That’s how I found myself here in Ruby Lee’s diner, waiting for news about my car, picking at a club sandwich, and now listening to Old Marv talk about his monster.

“That monster’s real.” Old Marv said. “Lives right up there on Turkey Smile Mountain. You stay here a spell and I’ll tell you all about it.”

I bit into my sandwich and sat back to listen to Old Marv’s story.

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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 6:47pm

Tell me more! (m)


I want to hear Old Marv's story. Great job!

Maria

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Thu, 01-31-2002 - 6:50pm

Thanks Sammi for the feedback :)


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