Thursday, November 27, 2014

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD Thanksgiving - Eat, drink, and be thankful.



(Another typical work day would have happened if it weren't for the need to eat turkey and watch football games... so the blog was actually about the Wednesday before)

A:  (Ang arrives, wearing a three wise snowman sweater inside out... the tag revealed that)  Heard this on the radio.  If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?  ...  Pilgrims!  Get it?

Z:  Sweater.  (The one word was all that was needed to have her notice)

A:  (She stripped the sweater over her head, showing that she also forgot to wear, of all things, a bra... quickly seeing she was exposed pulled the sweater right back down)  I intended it to be on this way... ok!  It allows me to get an extra day out of it before I have to wash it.

Z:  What?  (He had not been looking... and if he had known she had flashed him with him not seeing it... would have been P.O.ed) 

A:  (Adds a dazzling turkey pin to her sweater which is now on backwards but she likes the look)  Why do turkeys gobble?  ... Because they never learned table manners!

Z:  What?  (He thinks she is even more bizarre than usual, too much apple cider?)

A:  Yea... what are you doing?  (Attaches a paper wattle to her chin and shakes her head back and forth to make certain it stays put)

Z:  (Decides Ang has finally fallen off the deep end of insanity) Putting a joke on our website.  What do you think?  (Says his words softly as if drawing her back toward the world of normal)

 

Tommy and Billy were discussing their latest turkey shoot. Tommy did not look happy and said emphatically, "I am never going to take my wife, Laura, shooting with me ever again, Billy!"

"That bad, eh?" enquired Billy smiling.

"Yeah, Laura did everything wrong, got nothing right.  She chattered too much, constantly disturbed the undergrowth, loaded the wrong gauge shot in the gun, used the wrong luring whistles and worst of all," bellowed Tommy, "And she shot more turkeys than me!"

 

A:  Poor guy should have worn his brass jockstrap.  (Looks sympathetic)

Z:  You having me over for dinner, big turkey?  (Stomach growls so loudly the dogs' ears all perk up or maybe it was the thought of turkey....in Zi's world, dogs do think like that)

A:  Yes.

Z:  I plan on watching football.

A:  (Ang wrote and uploaded a blog entry)

 

A professional NFL team, the great and powerful Philadelphia Eagles, had just finished their daily practice session when a large turkey came strutting onto the field.  While the players gazed in amazement, the turkey walked up to the head coach and demanded to be given a chance to play at tight end.

Everyone stared in silence as the turkey caught pass after pass and ran right through the defensive line. When the turkey returned to the sidelines, the coach shouted, "You're superb. Sign up for the season, and I'll see to it that you get a huge bonus."

"Forget the bonus," replied the turkey, "What I want to know is, does your season go past Thanksgiving Day?"

 

Z:  Nice end twist.  What kind of pie are you having?

A:  Pumpkin.  (Points to the large pumpkin she left on a nearby desk.  It wore an Eagle's helmet and had a picture of Zi beneath the face plate)

Z:  Not apple?

A:  No.

Z:  I'll bring the pie.

A:  I got your pie...

Z:  (Interrupts) Don't go there!

 

Steel Embrace Excerpt

 

Knowing this, he kept himself in tight control around the club thralls, but this girl got to him. At first glance, she appeared average, not very tall, but not short either. She had an average build, an average look. It didn’t fool him; beauty resided under that unpretentious adornment. A slight frame accentuated large, firm breasts while her waist didn’t seem thick enough to hold up such an expansive chest. Slight hips eased away into shapely legs, not stick-thin like many girls, but with the right amount of trim,

smooth flesh, at least from what he could make out of her legs beneath the oversized skirt.

 

While her body possessed sensual appeal, her countenance was that of a girl younger than her professed years. She didn’t have the lush mouth associated with sensuality in today’s fashion world, but instead she presented a subtle pout sculptured into a kissable bow. The timid nose was lightly freckled, just a sprinkling like cinnamon on Christmas cookies. Large, luminous, amber-sweet eyes peered up from under uneven bangs and dark, mascara-ed lashes while a layered cascade of silken locks slipped past her shoulders.

 

A few members wouldn’t look beyond the body, others wouldn’t consider her the most beautiful girl here, but would recognize the innocent appeal, would yearn to use her like gluttons at the feast, thought Steel. The words in his head surprising him. And then she would no longer exist, at least, not as the person she was now. They wouldn’t know enough to shape her, mold her, and bring out her true self, not the image of what they wanted. Steel wouldn’t like that, and he refused to be responsible for it. At that moment he knew she had utterly captivated him.

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