100 Word Song – Best Day Of My Life

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It’s BlogHer week so Leeroy and I tried to reach out to someone we not only think a lot of  but also isn’t attending so they’d be available to write. Carrie http://museunleashed.com/ is one of my favorites. She writes a brilliant science fiction romance story with her great character Rachel. She also has a very eclectic taste in music, Last time Leeroy got to her, she picked the Lego movie tune. This time she chose American Authors The Best Day Of Our Lives. I sing along with this in the car with my daughters.

My 100 is not only a new episode of Silas and Olive but also hooked up to my friend Velvet at http://www.velvetverbosity.com and her one word prompt “faded” http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ .

Here’s my 100.

Silas looked past Olive’s smile, staring at the sun crashing in as dusk pushed through. She leaned in for a kiss. He jumped away, hand in the air like he was trying to grab the dropping sun.

“What’s the matter?”

Silas didn’t answer. He walked to the Cutlass’ driver side motioning Zola to the back seat and barked.

“Everyone get in the car, we’re never coming back here.”

The good memories Silas had of Olive were faded. Olive spoke to Zola.

“Did y’all have a good day?”

Zola answered in a mysterious, flat tone.

“The best day of our lives.”

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100 Word Song – The Lady In Red

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One of my favorite writers and 100 word song’s most loyal contributors is Ruby from Whispering Thoughts http://scraps-from-life.blogspot.com/2014/07/obscurity.html. She lives in India. You should follow her @rubymanchanda. Leeroy asked her to pick this week’s song and she chose The Lady In Red by Chris De Burgh. This was played at every school dance I attended in the 1980s.

For my 100, we go back to Silas, Olive, and Zola in 1989 Florida in my short story Light Of Day.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/100-word-song-dark-sunglasses/

Olive sashayed past Silas’ school prom classmates, stopping a few feet from his smile and extended left hand. Her heels squeaked on the gymnasium floor as they danced. He whispered in her ear.

“You look amazing in red.”

They’d only known each other for a few weeks, but planned their lives during that dance, through glance and touch.

“Silas, she’s coming out.”

Zola’s voice took him from the memory.

“Now that you know the truth, what are you going to say?”

He sighed then opened the car door.

“I don’t know. I’ve been in love with stranger for a while.”

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100 Word Song – Dark Sunglasses

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I’m going to pack a lot into today’s post since I’m overwhelmed at work. The song is Chrissie Hynde’s Dark Sunglasses, chosen by my lefty pop aka @lefty_pop  from http://www.leftypop.com partner in crime, Linda @modmomelleroy of http://www.elleroywashere.com. It’s also matched up with my friend Velvet’s @velvetverbosity of http://www.velvetverbosity.com one word prompt of  “transistor”.

For my 100, we push the story along as Silas and Zola plan to meet back up with Olive after her first shift at the strip club in 1989 Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/100-word-song-sing/

As the Cutlass took gas, Zola talked on a pay phone. Silas felt pain in his neck from lack of sleep and paranoid searching of anyone who knew of his sins.
Inside the station, a stand advertised transistor radios for thirteen dollars while another showed dark sunglasses for five.
He put one of each on the counter and handed the elderly female cashier his twenty.

Wearing the shades, he straightened the curled ear buds. Zola met him on the driver’s side.

“They found Bart’s body.”

Silas climbed across to the passenger’s seat.

“I need to hide while you drive.”

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As always you have 7 days from NOW, to write 100 inspired words from Chrissie Hynde’s Dark Sunglasses. Use the green mr. linky button to link up and the media that social to advertise your magic post.

 

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Sing

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Real life has been overwhelming lately. I just returned from vacation and like washing those smelly, wet towels and unpacking the inexplicable 8 key chains and 9 t-shirts that were purchased, I realized I hadn’t written anything, fictional, in almost a week. After tossing up a gargleblaster for Yeah Write in Monday and a reaction post to the Supreme Court mess yesterday, I was anxious to get back to the world of complex characters I can control.

Before we return to Silas, Olive and for now, Zola, I want to acknowledge this week’s song chooser the great Cyndi, aka C Lo. Cyn was one of the first people I ever met after starting this blog in early 2010. She’s a fellow lefty Christian and tattooed parent. Go see her. She’s smart and funny. She picked Sing by Travis. Y’all should love this one. Her entry this week is here: http://onthegroundblog.blogspot.com/2014/07/100-words-sing-by-travis.html

Now, on to my 100.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/24/100-word-song-keeps-you-runnin/

Silas stared into the pond then crossed his legs and sighed.

Zola’s stretched out her legs and leaned back on her arms. The sun glimmered off her white skin. She pulled her shirt up, stopping an inch or so from her chest, exposing her stomach.
“Silas, there’s something going on today and you know what that is, right? Just let me tell you everything and then you can man up and decide what happens next.”
He closed his eyes and wished for something to go right. He gave in to her manipulation and said.
“Tell me everything. Go ahead. Sing.”

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Talkin’ Bout A Revolution

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There’s a prayer I say every once in a while in hopes that my 3 daughters are listening as much as I’m asking for God to hear.

Please Lord, give these girls the strength to fight for their hearts as well as their bodies when I’m not around to protect them.

Earlier today the country I pledge allegiance, changed. It was conned like a little old lady with a pension and a smiling grifter in a thousand dollar suit and silver tongue of lies.

The thief was a lawsuit filed before the United States Supreme Court called Sebelius vs. Hobby Lobby and the victim was America.

You can read the result, from the point of view I hold, here.

http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/06/30/the-hobby-lobby-decision-is-bad-for-conservatives-and-religious-liberty.html

I write elsewhere, Lefty Pop aka @lefty_pop http://www.leftypop.com, so I’ll keep my commentary there, along with my amazing writer friends. For now, let’s focus on why it’s important to a man with 3 daughters.

I’m a Christian, I opened this with a prayer. It’s one of several I say every day. I believe that Jesus Christ died for my sins and I ask for his Grace and my soul is saved. This is the same tenet Hobby Lobby says they hold. What happened today wasn’t godly and it certainly wasn’t just.

Decisions over the female body belong to that individual. My wife and I talk to our daughters about their bodies, their feelings and what it all means. They’re 18, almost 11, and almost 10 so the talks are varied and catered. The Court’s decision means that a company can take away the things I teach my own girls. So now an employer can hold power over their flesh and bone.

At the end of the day religion should unite, comfort, and lift. Now through company scam, faith is a weapon holding women captive. How do I tell my 18-year-old when she gets in her first job after college that offers her health care that she isn’t safe? By making her more empowered than ever, that’s how.

Some place that sells glue, poster board, glitter, and political lies shouldn’t have this much significance. I also can’t worry about other fathers who just don’t get it. Only family can offer the cover against coercion and deceit.

This is the revolution that has to take place. Not with pitchforks, protest, or physicality, but strength of ideas. An educational revolt against the bastards of anti-science and pseudo-religion.

Fathers of daughters join me, or watch your girls become victims of a society that only cares about itself.

Please Lord, grant me the perseverance to withstand my selfish frustration with those who trespass against me and my daughters minds and bodies.

I’m talking about a revolution, one where we rise up intellectually, and make this a better world before the fraud steals it all.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Keeps You Runnin’

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I’m on vacation so you may get a very laid back, toes in the sand already, 100 word song post. My dear friend and sometime writing partner Tar rah aka @Tara_R from http://www.thinspiralnotebook.com has a tight bond with Leeroy and she chose this week’s tune. Her tastes are eclectic but she appreciate 1970s classic rock as she should and went for The Doobie Brothers “Keeps You Runnin”. Before we get to my 100, another story episode of my short story Light Of Day, about my 2 new 19-year-old lovers, Silas and Olive on the run in 1989 Florida, I wanted to thank all of you for continuing to write such strong entries. I’ll be in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina with the 4 women I live with starting tomorrow. Please link up and I’ll get to your pieces when I return on sunday and I will try to retweet them on the Twitter and or tell people about them on the other media that are social.

My 100 will also be linked to my friend Velvet Verbosity aka @velvetverbosity’s 100 word challenge prompt of “stairs”. http://www.velvetverbosity.com/blog/2014/6/23/100-words-383

Here’s my 100.

Silas drove past the Turtle Farm, baby Alligator pool, and Reptile Show. The only sight he wanted to see was Olive but, for now, he’d suffer Zola for the next 3 hours.
He parked the car next to small pond secluded from the preserve’s tourist areas. He got out, removed the gun from his jeans, walked up seven concrete stairs to a large patio, sitting a few feet from the water.

She followed,  flopping down next to him before speaking.

“Liv will never stop running. No matter how much money we get or people who get rid of for her.”

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One Tree Hill

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Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/100-word-song-slippin-into-darkness/

No one moved. Silas pushed the pistol’s barrel into Paul’s temple, wiping a sweat bead and catching Zola smile. He was in her world, now. The silence was hurting him so he called out to the other men.

“All we want is money. Whatever he or the rest of you did with her stays where it is, but we need cash.”

A short, blonde-haired man stepped forward, dropping his hands and trying to move his mouth but waiting for permission to speak. Silas nodded his head but maintained his pose and the gun against Paul’s head. The blonde-haired man muttered.

“There’s two thousand dollars in the safe, it’s seed money we use to get new accounts. No one will ever know you took it, I think it’s the best way for you to get what you want.”

Silas felt incredulous. No one in this room cared that he held a gun against a man’s head. They were just like Zola, all business. Zola straightened her posture, pushed her shirt down and bit her top lip before announcing.

“I’ll have blondie show me where the safe is, you do your thing.”

Zola and the blonde-haired man walked to the safe. Silas shoved himself away from Paul but kept the weapon  pointed at him while eyeing the other men. His breathing slowed and his grip on the gun tightened. Zola yelped.

“Hello! Thank you blondie. This will definitely do! Come on, tough guy, let’s leave before one of these guys gets stupid.”

Silas backed away from the men, then followed a skipping Zola out the side door they entered. He put the gun in his waist band and growled.

“Come on, we need to lay low somewhere till Olive gets off from work. We have 23 hundred dollars, it’s time to pack some bags before more hell breaks loose.”

Zola beat him to the Cutlass. She jumped into the passenger side and tossed her feet on the dash.

“Silas, don’t forget about the grease ball brother. They could get us a few hundred more and we will be temporarily rich in less than a day.”

Silas started the car and squealed the tires backing away from the parking lot. Before putting the car in drive, he yelled.

“No!”

He looked and listened for police sirens but none were found. Zola caressed his right arm and tried to move down to his leg. He swatted her hand away and asked.

“I’ve already taken part in murder and blackmail but I’m not in the mood to add cheating on my girlfriend, your best friend, Zo. Tell me someplace we can spend the next six hours and don’t even think about saying the word, motel.”

Silas stared at his speedometer, then let off the accelerator to avoid being pulled over. He leaned over to turn on the radio, a U2 played. Zola raised up and read a billboard aloud.

“One Tree Hill Nature Preserve. Hey, Silas, do you that one tree hill?

He sighed then replied.

“This is I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, radio never plays One Tree Hill.”

Zola laughed through her response.

“No, dumbass, I swear, you an Olive think about music more than any two people alive. One Tree Hill Preserve, that place is really secluded. It’s perfect, plus, we can plan what to do next, if I can’t convince you to take off now and ditch Olive.”

Silas turned onto the exit and followed the signs to One Tree Hill.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Slippin Into Darkness

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It’s been a long , stressful day so 100 word song is much later than usual. Leeroy asked one of his favorites, Kath, from http://katstheory.blogspot.com/ aka @katstheory to pick this week and she chose WAR’s Slippin Into Darkness. It fits well with my serialized short story, Light Of Day, about Silas and Olive, two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida.

Before we get to my 100, if you take a look around, there are a lot of changes to My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. It had been almost 2 years since I last made any aesthetic changes to this place and there was mold on the bread. I asked some of my closets writing friends and took their advice. The header, while a little large, is easier to read, as is the fonts and typeface. I’ll work with the header. The fighting robots are gone. That gimmick been long in tooth anyway. Let me know what you think of the new digs.

I listed a Lefty Pop page. My friend and business partner, Linda aka @modmomelleroy from http://www.elleroywashere.com started a politics and pop culture website in January and it’s doing well. We hope to get a great boost from BlogHer in late July. Please follow us @lefty_pop, friend us https://www.facebook.com/leftypop?ref_type=bookmark, and read and comment our posts http://www.leftypop.com.

Here’s my 100.

The office was a whirling dervish of activity. Three men in crisp white shirts and matching blue ties yelled across the rectangular room and into phone receivers.
“”Buy it!” and “Burn it!”.
Zola grabbed Silas’ elbow, pointing at a tall, lean man of about 30-years-old leaning against a cubicle wall. They walked behind him. Zola growled.
“Paul I told you pretty soon you were going to pay.”

The man reached for the phone on his desk. Silas panicked, pulled the gun from his waist band and pressed the barrel against Paul’s head. A dark, quiet pall took over the room

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100 Word Song – Empty Chair

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We continue with the short story, Light of Day, about my 2 19-year-old lovers, Silas and Olive, on the run in 1989 Florida. For this week’s song, Leeroy turned to one of his favorites, Susan from http://polysyllabicprofundities.com/2014/06/07/100-word-song-cant-keep/ .

Her 100 this week was very heartfelt and her taste is music usually lends to very interesting choices. She asked for Don McLean’s Empty Chair. Yes, McLean is a lot more than American Pie. Go visit her, and get to writing. This one should spark very eclectic works from you all.

Here’s my 100.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/100-word-song-cant-keep/

 

Beams of blue broke through the windshield as Silas pulled the car behind McLean Financial Services. Zola grabbed her shoes from the passenger floorboard.

“Look for a brown Mercedes then we’ll go inside.”

Silas slumped in his seat, reached over and turned off the radio.

“None of the words, stories, anything Olive told me about her past or yours is true, is it?”

Zola rolled her eyes, then leaned toward against her window.

“Nope. But we’ll talk about this later. He’s here. Follow me inside and sit in the empty chair in the lobby. Look, you know, tough or something.”

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