Writing Prompt: 29#

“Are you seriously going to risk your life for a day?”

“Clearly you have never owned a dog.”

dog

(He’s so cute).

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Writing Tip: 187#

Oxford Essential Guide to Writing

I’ve suggested grammar books before but Oxford Essential Guide to Writing is another great one to read if you need to brush up on your technical writing.

You couldn’t have waited?

Wedding Cake

Samantha beamed at her groom though she wasn’t really paying him any attention. She was smiling for how perfect the day was going. Her train was being held by her beautiful niece and her dress were dazzling white. Her hair was curled, her makeup was flawless. Everything was prefect. Even the groom was, a twenty-five hunk with an oil baron father, days from dying. She smiled for the crowd who was simpering as the groom read his vows. She dabbed the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t listening to what he was saying but didn’t matter really. He just needed to say his and then she’d say hers and then they’d be flying to the Bahamas.

The church doors opened and at first Samantha paid no attention to the screams from the aisle, they had been very over dramatic all day. Only when the gunshots started did she scream herself, pushing the groom away as she dived. Everything happened in slow motion and Samantha was able to turn just in time to see her groom riddled with bullets, ruining his three-piece suit with his blood. She sobbed as the vicar fell gracelessly across him. She had been so close. The bullet storm still streamed overhead, but she could see the cloak room from where she was. If she could just crawl unnoticed to it…maybe she could see what the law said about marrying a dead man. She slipped when she took her first step, biting her red lipstick in pain. She turned over, her whiten dress was now stained by blood.

“Shit,” she hissed. The shooting had quietened though the screaming had not. Samantha held her blood stained dress and looked across at the groom. He wasn’t moving, deathly still. She sniffed and sobbed again. So close. Heavy footsteps approached her, and she groaned and rolled her eyes as the shooter came into view.

He was masked and held the gun to her head, still all she did was exasperatedly mutter, “You couldn’t have waited until he said I do.”

 

Writing Tip: 185#

[Robbie Blair on his Writing Space] My walls have humorous posters about commonly misspelled words, how to use semicolons, and when to use i.e. or e.g. in a sentence. I do this because I want to make myself comfortable, but also because I want to remind myself that writing is what this space is for.

-Robbie Blair

Raindrops

Rain

The sky fills with clouds and the pattering is gentle.

The tiny dancers turn the leaves,

Until they tap their beat into the ground.

The sky darkens, and the soldiers come.

The army tears the leaves and bark from their homes,

And storm them to the dampen floor.

 

They retreat, the sky is filled with sunlight.

The rain dries and returns to home,

The cloud march on for new land.