So I'm wondering - anyone know of any writing competitions I can throw myself into? I keep wondering how you all seem to come by them.
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Monday 19 April 2010
Saturday 17 April 2010
Baseball Shower
The message alert tone on Caitlyn’s IPhone pierced the silence of her Sunday morning slumber. Her hand clumsily plundered the bedside table in search of the offending implement. Still drunk with sleep she fought to prise her eyes apart.
One new message. Ugh, Kellie should know better than to disturb her beauty sleep on Sunday morning.
Eyes still not quite focussing, Caitlyn squinted as she read the message.
‘OMG, you’re never gonna believe who the Toxic Stars just signed’, it read.
Caitlyn groaned. Kellie, God help her, had one dream. They were both gonna marry famous baseball players and live in the style they were so not accustomed to!
Her fingers flew over the keyboard in answer.
‘Not interested’.
Her phone chimed again.
‘I know you don’t mean that girl.’
Caitlyn sighed a long slow sigh as her fingers flew over the keyboard again.
‘Okay, so tell me.’
The answer came flying straight back.
‘Wow, I mean only the best pitcher in the game. THE. JACE. STRICKLAND!’
Caitlyn sighed. Like Jace Strickland would ever be interested in a girl like her or even Kellie for that matter, despite her china doll face.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard in answer again.
‘Don’t care. Now I’m going back to sleep. Talk later.’
Later never materialised, but Jace Strickland had, well at least in her dreams. She’d seen photos of him in magazines, so dreaming about that wonderfully carved chest, long strong arms, perfectly sculpted face and those piercing baby blues was no trouble at all.
The piercing trill of her IPhone yanked Caitlyn from what was shaping up to be the dream of her life.
Kellie!
She didn’t get a chance to say a single word. Her best friend did all the talking.
“Girl, where are you? If you don’t get down here in double quick time Kellerman swears this hotel’s gonna be short one maid.”
“CRR...AP”! In disgust, Caitlyn wiped the drool away running steadily down the side of her face. “Kellie, why didn’t you call me earlier? It’s gone ten already.”
“Ahh, Duh. That’s what I’ve been tryin to tell ya girlfriend.”
Caitlyn was dashing around her room, grabbing her housemaid’s uniform, at the same time talking frantically to her best friend.
“Listen; keep Kellerman busy until I get there, pleeeese!”
“Hey girl there is only so much even a friend can do”, Kellie hissed back.
“Yeah well if you don’t, I know one girl who is not gonna be sitting with you in the Legends Suite this coming season”, Caitlyn replied frantically.
“Ha, thought you no longer gave a care”, Kellie sniped back.
“A girl can change her mind! Just deal with Kellerman. I’m on my way”, Caitlyn squeaked, slamming her front door behind her.
“Have you even washed girl?”
“Don’t make me tell you lies Kellie”, and with that Caitlyn hung up.
Jace shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had one pet hate in life and he was doing it right now. Flying!
The only thing that equalled his hate of flying had materialised in the last 48 hours. Two words, Toxic Stars. More like Toxic Vomit, he thought, if their previous record was anything to go by.
Hal Gorman, the team coach, sidled up beside Jace. The team had been excited when they’d heard Jace Strickland had signed up to play with them for the next year. The excitement, evidently, was turning out to be one-sided, from what he could see.
With a long, slow sigh he addressed the newest addition to the team.
“Enjoying the flight?” – he asked tentatively.
“I hate flying”, Jace replied, face poker straight.
Wonderful, Hal thought.
“Well, we’ll be landing in around ten minutes, so I guess you can start to breathe easy”, the older man replied.
“Hate landing”, Jace shot back.
Hal sighed. “Look Jace I know the Stars aren’t exactly the league you’re used to playing in, but hey given them a chance. Let’s face it, you’ve been out of the game for a while, you need to take it slowly.”
Jace gave him a withering look. If Toxic Vomit were anything to go by, he’d barely be out of breath!
The older man turned to go back to his seat.
Caitlyn shot through the fire escape at the back of the hotel. One of these days she was going to lose this two bit job and then her hopes of becoming a reporter for Channel 10 would be well and truly scuppered.
Kellie was skulking around the corridor waiting for her friend.
“I swear girl, one of these days”. The sentence never got finished. Kellerman rounded the corner and the two girls shot for cover.
Spilling out of the lift on the top floor, Caitlyn turned to her friend.
“Ten minutes, just buy me another ten minutes.”
Kellie huffed and puffed but Caitlyn knew she could count on her.
“Fine. Go do whatever it is you have to in Room 410 and then make sure you leave it as you find it. Kellerman’s already inspected it”, Kellie replied sternly.
Caitlyn frowned. But, there was no time to ask questions. She dashed down the hallway and disappeared into Room 410.
Room 410 was the equivalent to any other hotel’s Presidential Suite. Caitlyn smiled. She was born to lounge in rooms like this!
Tweaking a strawberry of the large fruit platter, she threw her bag on the bed and dashed into the shower room.
The shower was hot and the sheer force of the water jets prickled her skin. She luxuriated in the sharply scented shower gel, enjoying the tingly feeling it left on her skin.
In her world of make believe she was Caitlyn Morgenstern, notably successful Anchor Girl for Channel 10 News.
Rinsing the soft iridescent bubbles off her body she was totally oblivious to the sharp blue eyes that surveyed her silhouette, and even more shocked to hear the deep gravelly voice say “Please welcome the newest Toxic Star, Jace Strickland, to the field ...... play ball!”
One new message. Ugh, Kellie should know better than to disturb her beauty sleep on Sunday morning.
Eyes still not quite focussing, Caitlyn squinted as she read the message.
‘OMG, you’re never gonna believe who the Toxic Stars just signed’, it read.
Caitlyn groaned. Kellie, God help her, had one dream. They were both gonna marry famous baseball players and live in the style they were so not accustomed to!
Her fingers flew over the keyboard in answer.
‘Not interested’.
Her phone chimed again.
‘I know you don’t mean that girl.’
Caitlyn sighed a long slow sigh as her fingers flew over the keyboard again.
‘Okay, so tell me.’
The answer came flying straight back.
‘Wow, I mean only the best pitcher in the game. THE. JACE. STRICKLAND!’
Caitlyn sighed. Like Jace Strickland would ever be interested in a girl like her or even Kellie for that matter, despite her china doll face.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard in answer again.
‘Don’t care. Now I’m going back to sleep. Talk later.’
Later never materialised, but Jace Strickland had, well at least in her dreams. She’d seen photos of him in magazines, so dreaming about that wonderfully carved chest, long strong arms, perfectly sculpted face and those piercing baby blues was no trouble at all.
The piercing trill of her IPhone yanked Caitlyn from what was shaping up to be the dream of her life.
Kellie!
She didn’t get a chance to say a single word. Her best friend did all the talking.
“Girl, where are you? If you don’t get down here in double quick time Kellerman swears this hotel’s gonna be short one maid.”
“CRR...AP”! In disgust, Caitlyn wiped the drool away running steadily down the side of her face. “Kellie, why didn’t you call me earlier? It’s gone ten already.”
“Ahh, Duh. That’s what I’ve been tryin to tell ya girlfriend.”
Caitlyn was dashing around her room, grabbing her housemaid’s uniform, at the same time talking frantically to her best friend.
“Listen; keep Kellerman busy until I get there, pleeeese!”
“Hey girl there is only so much even a friend can do”, Kellie hissed back.
“Yeah well if you don’t, I know one girl who is not gonna be sitting with you in the Legends Suite this coming season”, Caitlyn replied frantically.
“Ha, thought you no longer gave a care”, Kellie sniped back.
“A girl can change her mind! Just deal with Kellerman. I’m on my way”, Caitlyn squeaked, slamming her front door behind her.
“Have you even washed girl?”
“Don’t make me tell you lies Kellie”, and with that Caitlyn hung up.
Jace shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had one pet hate in life and he was doing it right now. Flying!
The only thing that equalled his hate of flying had materialised in the last 48 hours. Two words, Toxic Stars. More like Toxic Vomit, he thought, if their previous record was anything to go by.
Hal Gorman, the team coach, sidled up beside Jace. The team had been excited when they’d heard Jace Strickland had signed up to play with them for the next year. The excitement, evidently, was turning out to be one-sided, from what he could see.
With a long, slow sigh he addressed the newest addition to the team.
“Enjoying the flight?” – he asked tentatively.
“I hate flying”, Jace replied, face poker straight.
Wonderful, Hal thought.
“Well, we’ll be landing in around ten minutes, so I guess you can start to breathe easy”, the older man replied.
“Hate landing”, Jace shot back.
Hal sighed. “Look Jace I know the Stars aren’t exactly the league you’re used to playing in, but hey given them a chance. Let’s face it, you’ve been out of the game for a while, you need to take it slowly.”
Jace gave him a withering look. If Toxic Vomit were anything to go by, he’d barely be out of breath!
The older man turned to go back to his seat.
Caitlyn shot through the fire escape at the back of the hotel. One of these days she was going to lose this two bit job and then her hopes of becoming a reporter for Channel 10 would be well and truly scuppered.
Kellie was skulking around the corridor waiting for her friend.
“I swear girl, one of these days”. The sentence never got finished. Kellerman rounded the corner and the two girls shot for cover.
Spilling out of the lift on the top floor, Caitlyn turned to her friend.
“Ten minutes, just buy me another ten minutes.”
Kellie huffed and puffed but Caitlyn knew she could count on her.
“Fine. Go do whatever it is you have to in Room 410 and then make sure you leave it as you find it. Kellerman’s already inspected it”, Kellie replied sternly.
Caitlyn frowned. But, there was no time to ask questions. She dashed down the hallway and disappeared into Room 410.
Room 410 was the equivalent to any other hotel’s Presidential Suite. Caitlyn smiled. She was born to lounge in rooms like this!
Tweaking a strawberry of the large fruit platter, she threw her bag on the bed and dashed into the shower room.
The shower was hot and the sheer force of the water jets prickled her skin. She luxuriated in the sharply scented shower gel, enjoying the tingly feeling it left on her skin.
In her world of make believe she was Caitlyn Morgenstern, notably successful Anchor Girl for Channel 10 News.
Rinsing the soft iridescent bubbles off her body she was totally oblivious to the sharp blue eyes that surveyed her silhouette, and even more shocked to hear the deep gravelly voice say “Please welcome the newest Toxic Star, Jace Strickland, to the field ...... play ball!”
Monday 12 April 2010
Romance on the Dark Side
I must confess I've spent an awful lot of time since November of last year reading a different kind of romance. Now for me there was only one kind of romance ..... modern, modern heat, blaze ..... mmmm.. well maybe more than one! So what happens when you add romance to the darker side of life - well it just all becomes even more alluring! I guess what I'm saying is that I may have to stay on this side for a little while longer - Amazon have sent me lots of 'dark' books to read! They did - honestly - they really, really did!
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Friday 2 April 2010
Writers Challenge ......
It's always nice to win the Writers' Challenge, but I hate judging it! Tonight there are just too many good stories in there, but I must choose a winner! So - I'm off to read them all again for the umpteenth time!
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