"Oh, baby ... baby. Comeon, hon. Off with the panties."

"Jus'a min. He, he. These blankets, ya know."

A door slammed open, an angry three-hundred-pound older woman storming in.

"What the fuck you doin' with my baby, you fucking pervert. Shreeeeek, she's only fourteen."

"I ... I.... Goddamn." He stumbled in getting out of the bed, sprawling on the floor as the woman picked up a... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/3312 Fri, 03 Apr 2009 15:53:53 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/3304/t/We-Dead-Have-Feelings-Too.html

Edited story is at bottom of this thread!

"Johnson, go around back. He might try to bail. Watch yourself. Adams, follow me inside. I'll go left, you right. Got it?"

"Sarge. When'll I get to go in? I'm tired of watching back doors."

"When I say so, Johnson. Do as you're told, now git."

"Right. Got... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/3304 Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:07:23 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/3289/t/A-Coming-Home.html
A partial explanation is included at the bottom.(Which needs updating.)
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"Le's see, now," gravedigger, Bubba Clay, ruminated to himself as he sat on the cracked seat of his payloader, checking a list his boss--Ms. Terra Firma, cemetery manager--had taped to the dashboard, "one in'a section 22,'tween Johnson B, and Johanson J.. Then, this afternoon, fill in Simpson, Homer J.. And, she says, clean up the mess and don't put it in'a hole. Damn. Why'a hell not? I gots a carry at trash all'a way back.... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/3129 Wed, 21 May 2008 15:48:31 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/998/t/My-first-romance-story.html Finished Version in "Open Prose" forum.



No line-critique please. I know there are a lot of errors. I'll catch them later. Just see how it reads.
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"You ain't left yet, Shortimer," Joey Adams, a big, very black, guy in dirty jungle fatigues says, slapping me on the back. "Short," he shouts to a crowded EM club in Chu Li, South Vietnam,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/998 Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:33:55 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/999/t/Unfinished-and-Untitled-Some-physical-description-added.html The piercing green eyes of the reflection which stared back at him at dawn in his bathroom mrror at dawn were as intense as they were focused. As if afraid of the very face they inhabited, the magnificent emeralds withdrew deep into the wells of his sockets. His face was as rigid and unshakable as a brick wall, firm of cheek and... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (Ace Of Spades 123) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/999 Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:21:58 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1000/t/UDC-part-one-adjustments.html OLD VERSION

Chapter 1

1.1
Hartford, Connecticut. Present day.

The buzzer tore Kenneth’s attention from the document he was reading. He walked to the wall-mounted unit, pushed the intercom button and spoke, “Who’s there?”
“Your three o’clock appointment, pal. Don’t you remember?”
“I thought it would be you Lieutenant, but you can never be to sure.” He buzzed her up. Within a minute the knock came from... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (General Lunk Wood) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1000 Sun, 14 Oct 2007 00:45:31 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1001/t/The-Jones-Mob-Action.html
Mama's drunk again, flat on her ass. She says, and can prove to social services, that her back is bad. Shit, her back's bad from lying down on that doctor's examination table while he screws her, that's all that's wrong with it.

Last week Mama was out back, diggin' a garden to plant flowers, her back was okay then.... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1001 Sun, 30 Sep 2007 17:13:39 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1002/t/Now-Then-and-Tomorrow-Sci-Fi.html And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.” Shakespeare.

“Buzzzzzzzz,” the alarm-clock wakes me. I open my eyes, somewhat reluctantly. A ray of sunlight sifts through thin curtains, falling directly across the pillow, missing my eyes by mere inches. Turning my head toward the window, I see curtains fluttering. In 1954, there is little... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1002 Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:54:54 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1003/t/Spider-Season.html Your general impression won't hurt, of course.

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Chapter 1
Prologue

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Eva swallowed hard and made a step. She entered a city park.
Trees and bushes in it were... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MROSETHGUNS) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1003 Fri, 24 Aug 2007 14:07:49 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1004/t/I-a-Robot-Revision-One.html feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1004 Tue, 21 Aug 2007 03:29:55 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1005/t/I-A-Robot.html
(The last thing I remember, the last thing, was being thrown on my back, like an electrical shock, thrown back, then passing out.)

I turn my head to avoid the bright, the all encompassing bright.

I see grass, grass from a bug's level, above one eye but below the other, a strange sight as my eyes don't seem to be working right, rather independently of each other. I have a panoramic view, obvious depth perception. Idly,... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1005 Mon, 20 Aug 2007 05:26:27 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1006/t/Arabella-s-mission-episode-one-from-Arabella-s-diary.html
"You know, Arabella, what you must do. Your time has come." answered Rufio, the biggest and fattest spider in the group.

His voice was so authoritative that even the round net where they gathered trembled. It was round to underline the fact that they were all equal, only with different functions in their society.
While other... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (MROSETHGUNS) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1006 Tue, 14 Aug 2007 10:45:52 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1008/t/Tales-of-the-85th-The-Lord-will-Provide.html
Tales of the 85th: The Lord Will Provide

Chapter One: Cleansed by Fire

He looked down at her in wonder. The Lord, in His infinite knowledge and mercy had provided her for him. He had been her second and her last. Her beta and omega. She had made a good confession, had been absolved, and now would be cleansed, cleansed by fire in and by the house of the... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (sidbuckeye6287) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1008 Fri, 27 Jul 2007 06:32:37 GMT http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1010/t/The-Saga-of-Furball-the-Mouse.html ----------------------
(The story started in my backyard, with a group of young mice playing in the sunlight.)

"Jeffery. Jeffery Meescowski. You get back in this burrow. Right now, Jeffery or I'll spank your little butt." Jeffery's mother was calling him. He and some other young mice were playing in front of a human house, a no-no to their parents. Jeff knew she was... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (hvysmker) http://writeherewritenow.yuku.com/topic/1010 Sat, 14 Jul 2007 15:23:34 GMT