100 Word Song – Lips Like Sugar

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Greetings from King Of Prussia, Pennsylvania. I’m here for work. Don’t worry, thank to my 9-year-old’s jokes, I have plenty of pencils. This is why 100 word is 8 or so hours late. I let Leeroy pick this week and he loves 1980s new wave/alternative acts. He picked Lips Like Sugar by Echo and the Bunnymen, perfect for Easter week. I prefer Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs and chocolate, in case you were offering or wondering.

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For my 100 we go back to the Beacon Hotel in 1989 Florida with our felonious 3, Silas, Olive and Zola, my short story noir, Light of Day. It’s also linked to velvet verbosity’s “recognize” one-word prompt http://www.velvetverbosity.com/blog/2014/4/14/100-words-374-10-delicious-poetry-readings

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/achin-to-be/

The sugar-high conversation darted about the room. Olive giggled between cookie bites  and beer sips while Zola plotted.

“Liv, you’ve got to be at work by 11 in the morning. I’ve got a client at noon.”

Olive crawled to Silas and straddled his lap.

“Okay, Zo. We’ll crash here, hit Bart’s for clothes, then head to Tampa while you pack your stuff. No one will ever recognize we even knew Bart.”

Olive’s sweet kisses annoyed Silas as he mouthed “we need to leave, now”. She glided off his lap and joined Zola next to the bed where they planned their getaway.

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As always, you have 7 days from today to write 100 words inspired by Echo and the Bunnymen’s Lips Like Sugar. Use the medias that are social to advertise your brilliance and tell a friend or 50. Happy Passover and Happy Easter.

100 Word Song – I’m Shaking

The one thing you can’t explain to non-writers or people who don’t spend time online is how you can form relationships with like-minded people that don’t live in your neighborhood, shop at your big box store or have a kid on the same little league team as yours. Dawn aka @mooivrouw is a textbook example of this. She writes at The Dawnie Project http://www.thedawnieproject.com/ and is one my closest music freak writer pals. She lives near Chicago and gets to see all the coolest concerts. We share a major love of Jack White and his 14 different musical projects including his 2012 solo album Blunderbuss. Leeroy asked Dawn to pick this week’s 100 word song and she chose Jack’s I’m Shaking from that album.

For my 100, we go back to Silas in that seedy hotel room in Sarasota, Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/100-word-song-flowers/

Silas closed the door. He buried his forehead into fiberglass and watched his hands tremble.
Olive grasped his waist and cooed.
“Everything’s okay, Silas. No one but us know, And trust me, Zola’s not talking.”
Silas pushed her arms away and turned around.
“Really, Liv? She’s living at Bart’s, doing God knows what for him, and I k…..”
Olive jumped within inches of him, placing her left hand over his mouth.
“Bart’s gone and that’s okay. Zola, show him.”

She pulled off her blouse, turned her tall, lithe figure until her back displayed three cigarette burns.

Silas’s entire body shook.

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100 Word Song – Flowers

In an attempt to move along the serialized short story, Light of Day, about Silas and Olive, my two 19-year-old lovers on the road in 1989 Florida, I asked Leeroy to pick today’s song and custom it to the tale. He chose Talking Heads 1988 song, (Nothing But) Flowers, a sarcastic number about progress not always being the best thing.

With the unfortunate demise of Trifecta Writing Challenge, I’m hoping a positive by product will be more of you writing for 100 word song. I also joined my friend Christine’s aka @hanolsy ‘s Yeah Write link up, yesterday http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/the-great-gig-in-the-sky/ . Maybe they’ll let Silas and Olive hang out, occasionally.\

It was my wife’s birthday and also April Fools yesterday. I wanted 100 word song to be believed so that’s why it’s happening on a Wednesday. We’ll resume normal Tuesday morning activities next week. That gives you six days to write.

For my 100, we go back to the story, with Silas in the motel.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/the-twilight-zone/

 

Outside the Beacon Motel’s thin walls the rumble of cars driving the highway kept Silas awake. He couldn’t tell if it had been two minutes or two hours since he’d called Olive.

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A Bible and a vase of flowers stared at him from a nightstand a few feet away. He stretched out on his stomach across the width of the bed and picked up the Bible and a black ink pen. He wrote on the inside cover.

God, Don’t leave me stranded.

Olive and Zola bounded through the door carrying cherry pies, candy bars, chocolate chip cookies and beer.

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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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The Twilight Zone

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/100-word-song-woke-up-this-morning/

Hush dominated Silas’ scene. His panting couldn’t complete with the quietude around him. Blood pooled around Bart. Silas swiveled his head to look for passer-bys or the two men who had walked into the warehouse before incident. No one had seen him shoot the gun. He looked at the wound on Bart’s neck but gushing fluid hid the bullet. Silas’ breathing picked up, cutting across his chest like dozens of tiny blades.

“I’m so sorry.”

His apology bounced off the pavement. Silas ran to the driver’s side of the Cutlass, dropped his keys on the ground, picked them up then made another frantic head turn to look for witnesses. He saw none.

Silas cranked the car then made a U-Turn heading back to Ft. Myers. Tears reached the corners of his mouth. He replayed the gunshot in his mind, trying to figure out how the bullet made its way to Bart’s neck. He slapped the steering wheel with his hands and whimpered.

“Damn it! Damn It Damn It! I’m so sorry! Yes! She killed him, Bart! I wanted to go the police and tell them he was blackmailing her but she wouldn’t let me!”

He caught himself from saying more. He could feel Olive’s presence in the car, watching him, disappointed in his sensitivity but cheering his heinous act.

He stopped at a gas station two miles away. He bounded from the car and ran to the payphone. Digging a quarter out of his left front jeans pocket, he called Bart’s house in Ft. Myers. Zola answered.

“Hello?”

Silas couldn’t catch his breath. He thought Zola would figure out what he did, just by him asking for Olive. He slammed the gray receiver back into place and dropped to the floor of the booth and sobbed.

A phone book dangled next to the him. He read the ad on the back.

BEACON MOTEL: $24 ROOMS, CASH ONLY, FREE HBO, 941-5555

He got up and went back to the inside of the car. He remembered the sign for the Beacon Motel when he and Bart had gotten off the exit. It was less than a mile away. He pulled away from the gas station and started planning out loud.

“I’ll hunker down at the motel, call Olive, figure out how to get out of town and start all over.”

The motel’s décor was blue, white and yellow. A moon and stars motif belied a lack of upkeep. He pulled into the backside of the business, got out and counted out the money in his pocket that Bart had given him.

“Fifty-six dollars and thirty-four cents, I can make this work.”

He opened the Beacon’s front door. A bell tinned and a middle-aged woman of maybe fifty-years-old grinned after taking a drag from a Virginia Slims cigarette.

“Hey there, handsome. Need a room or are you lost? We get as much lost as we do business, these days?”

Silas let go of a sheepish smile, pulled a twenty and a five from his money stash then responded.

“No, ma’am. I need a room for the night.”

The woman pulled a ledger book from under the Formica counter and puffed smoke around her words.

“Sign in here, sweetheart. Since you’re paying cash, all I need is a name.”

Silas hesitated, then handed over the money and picked up the black ink pen and wrote what he and Olive talked about for him if they ever changed their names.

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

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 – Woke Up This Morning

Today’s 100 word song comes from my writing partner and good friend, Tar Rah aka @Tara_R from http://www.thinspiralnotebook.com . She and I are used to noir and shady characters as we co-wrote the stories about our female killers Millicent and Pauley. I’ve known Tara for nearly 4 years as she was one of the first writers I met after starting my blog. My 100 today is not only a new story episode of Silas and Olive called Light of Day about 2 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida but also linked to Velvet Verbosity http://www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s one word prompt “mill”. Tar Rah picked Alabama 3′s Woke Up This Morning. You may recognize it as the theme song from The Sopranos. I went for atmosphere in terms of interpretation. The feel of this matches my 100. Go see Tara and Velvet. They’re amazing writers and better people.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/happiness-is-a-warm-gun/

Silence followed the bang. Silas’ hands shook, dropping the gun next to his legs on the sidewalk. Bart’s body sprawled several feet away, face down, blood oozing from his neck.. 

Silas’ throat constricted. Between quick, cutting breathes, pulled off his t-shirt, using it to wipe down the gun.

Assuming the two men who’d walked inside earlier heard the gunshot, he got up and placed the weapon in Bart’s right hand then ran toward a metal trash can as nausea waved over him.

Using his fingertips to mill for the container’s opening, he found it, lifted his head and vomited inside.

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As akways you have 7 days from NOW to write 100 words inspired by Alabama 3′s Woke Up This Morning. Use the medias that are social to advertise your brilliance and the green Mr. Linky button below to link up and let me know.

 

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

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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Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/100-word-song-anything/

The weight of the .38 forced itself down Silas’ hip and he could feel it move toward his rear end. He stopped a few feet from the of the warehouse, put his hand on the gun, and adjusted it so he could walk easier. After covering the handle with the bottom of his t-shirt, he realized his jeans were loose. The stress and lack of eating of the past few days had caused him to lose weight. He lagged behind Bart by several feet so he called out.

“Hey, wait up. I don’t think this is going to work.”

Bart opened the door of the building and turned around with a menacing face.

“No time for this second-guessing bullshit, Silas. Just do as I planned and you can go home to your girlfriend with some cash in your pocket.”

Silas remained calm. He’d handled guns several times in his life but only once at the consequence of another person. That incident wasn’t quite two days old.

“No, Bart, it’s not that. I just think we should consider talking them, first. If we can get them to make better ecstasy  for you to sell, then we don’t have to steal their money. They can make you more in the long run.”

Bart had two faces. When he became angry, his lean, angular jaws tightened and his coloring turned from pale to almost dark pink. He lowered his voice and pointed at a telephone book across the street.

“It’s real simple, Silas. You do what I say, right now, or I make a phone call to my house and speed up the love of your life’s transition from girl next door who used her latest boyfriend to kill her old one, into cash cow whore.”

Silas burned inside. He knew Bart had a knife in one of his boots. He pulled the gun from the back of his waist and pointed it at Bart. Swallowing hard and fighting an accelerated heart rate, he snarled through the gun’s site and gripped the trigger with his left index finger. Bart let the large  metal

door clang shut behind him, folded his arms and said.

“Do it. It’ll be the first time you’ve done something without that Georgia trash telling you how.”

Silas’ breathing increased. Sweat from his hands formed a film on the gun and he turned away from Bart to fight back tears. His legs started to quiver and he felt the weight of Bart on his back, shoving him to the ground. He fell on the gun, which hit his sternum. Bart’s fist bounded off his shoulder blades and neck. He screamed.

“Stop, damn it! Stop!”

Bart jumped off of him and yelled.

“You piece of shit coward! She shot that redneck back in Georgia, didn’t she? She’s the one with the balls between you two? I knew it the minute I saw your candy ass in my house!”

Silas rolled off the gun. Staring at Bart from his back, he saw the tall, slender man reach start to reach for it. Without thinking, Silas grabbed the .38, pointed it at Bart and pulled the trigger.

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

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 – Anything

I owe Lindsay Lohan an apology. Every time she or some other celebrity check into the hospital for “exhaustion” I make fun of them. I could qualify for a bed, tonight. I traveled back to New York City last night and this morning, worked all day, then collapsed in my hotel room. Thus, 100 word song didn’t get posted in the morning, per usual.

One of 100 word song and My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog’s most loyal readers and writers, Carrie, from The Muse Unleashed http://museunleashed.com/ chose this week’s tune. Her Rachel story has been built through prompts and one day she’ll publish it all together and blow us away. It’s brilliant. Her choice for this week’s song is Hedley’s Anything, an infectious pop ditty.

For my 100, we go back to Silas and Olive on the run in 1989 Florida, my fiction short story tentatively titled Light of Day.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/08/gigantic/

Bart put up his hand and shouted.

“Stop! Streetlight’s out. If we need to run, this’ll be perfect.”

Silas pulled the Cutlass into an industrial area and turned off the engine. Bart watched two men walk into a warehouse office. Silas noticed a flyer flapping on a telephone pole in the light Florida wind. It settled enough for him to read its advertisement.

Go Back To School. Prepare Yourself For Anything. Florida Technical College. 233-2323

Bart swigged the last of his coffee and opened the door.

“Follow the plan, Silas, and we can do anything with the money we’ll have.”

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100 Word Song – When I Was Your Man

I like new people at 100 word song. We have one this week – Cheryl from Stories For The Heart http://cshowers.wordpress.com/2014/03/06/lonely-boy/. Go say hello. She writes very well and gave us a terrific interpretation of last week’s 100 word song – Lonely Boy by The Black Keys. Leeroy and the 100 word song welcoming committee asked her to pitch in this week’s song choice. She ponied up Bruno Mars’ When I Was Your Man. It doesn’t really fit my Silas and Olive story but looking over my manuscript for my soon to be released third book, Woman Of Troy, the sequel to my first, The Ballad of Helene Troy, I found a passage that matches up with the Super Bowl performer’s hit.

Here’s my 100.

Helene felt Ramona behind her as the last keys of piano reverberated off the concert hall. The audience exploded with applause. Helene turned and faced her the woman she once loved. Ramona seemed older, more worn down, by the venue’s lights. Helene almost felt sorry for her until Ramona leaned in her ear.

“My heart broke a little when he mentioned your name in that song. Does he make you happy, you know, more than I did?”

Helene clenched her fists, preparing to fire back with a biting remark. Then, she smiled.

“You never wanted me the way he does.”

As always, you have 7 days from NOW, to write 100 words inspired by When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. Be sure to use the medias that are social to advertise your 100 word song and use the green Mr. Linky button to link it all up.

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

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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Gigantic

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/100-word-song-lonely-boy/

Silas moved the Cutlass’ rear view mirror to see what Bart was putting inside the trunk. After it slammed shut, he watched Bart stick his right index finger inside a baggie of white powder then pull it out and run the finger over his teeth. A grin escaped Bart’s thin lips before folding the baggie and shoving it in the waistband of his jeans. Bart got in the car, fidgeting as he gave instructions.

“The name of the place in Sarasota is Paul’s Bar & Grill. Head north and  do the speed limit. Between my pants and the trunk, we have about 3 to 5 years of jail time.”

Silas sighed and said under his breath, “yay, another 100 bucks.”

He liked driving with the windows up so he could listen to the radio but Bart rolled his down and stared at Silas until he did the same. After a couple of minutes of silence, he stopped at a red light and Bart broke the awkward tension.

“This guy we’re going to see, Paul, he’s a hippie type. He hates confrontation. So when we get there follow me inside and don’t speak. That shiner under your eye and your high school football muscles will be all the leverage I need.”

The light turned green and Silas pressed down the accelerator. The soft Florida wind whipped about the car and they didn’t speak for almost ten minutes when he reached the interstate on ramp. Bart pulled out the baggie of white powder from his jeans and offered it to Silas. He who waved Bart off, then watched him sample the material with his finger over his teeth, again. Silas pulled into traffic as Bart’s question cleaved the night air.

“So, is Olive like your old lady or just a thing?”

His gall punched Silas in the heart. He swung back at Bart with a blunt sentence that shouted over the swirling wind.

“She’s mine and I’m hers so let’s just leave it right there!”

Bart laughed and said something in return but Silas didn’t hear him. He increased the speed of the Cutlass, passing an old pick-up truck using the far left lane. Bart rolled up his window and yelled.

‘Slow down, rookie! We get popped for speeding and we’re both dead!”

Silas’ sweaty palms relaxed on the steering wheel and he let off the pedal, watching the speedometer go from 75 to under 60 in seconds. He rolled up his window and replied.

“Look, Bart, I appreciate your place for us to stay and the chance to make some quick cash, but Olive and I are off-limits when it comes to your other stuff. She starts her new job tomorrow and maybe I should look for one in Tampa, too? You know, one where my face doesn’t get beat up and speeding tickets don’t send me to prison?”

Bart didn’t respond. Several minutes passed when they both saw a sign for an exit advertising a truck stop. Bart sat up straight in his seat, smoothed out his thin, greasy hair over his scalp and neck, then said.

“Get off at this exit. I want to get some cigarettes and something to drink. By the way, just so you know, running junk is my only business. I just help Zola with hers. So if she turns your girlfriend out, that’s not on me. It’s been my experience that women make up their own minds with that. But shit, I could, be wrong. Maybe your girl is special.”

Silas pulled the Cutlass onto the off ramp and looked up at the gigantic truck stop called Heroes. He shook his head and thought to himself how nothing in Florida is as it seems.

****blogger’s note*****

This is a new story episode of my serialized fiction, Light of Day, about two 19-year-old lovers, Silas and Olive, on the run in 1989 Florida. There’s no prompt but Merriam-Webster’s aka @merriamwebster on the twitter’s  “word of the day” is cleave, so I used that.

Here’s the Pixies with Gigantic.

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

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 – Lonely Boy

Since we’re a little late and the song’s so good today, let’s get right to 100 word song. My great friend and sometimes writing life partner, Tar Rah aka @Tara_R from the brilliant www.thinspiralnotebook.com has been with 100 word song from the start. She’s even filled in for me and Leeroy when we had things and couldn’t post for the week. She chose The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy for the tune this time. It’s so open, y’all should do great things with it. Go see her and thank her.

For my 100, we go back to Silas and Olive as they get deeper into trouble on the run in 1989 Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/ways-to-be-wicked/

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Silas turned off the shower, opened the door and looked around the bathroom for a towel. He heard Olive laughing in the next room and Bart talking into a cordless phone while pacing the hall. Realizing he had nothing to cover him and everything wide open, he backed into the shower, closed its door, pushed his head against the cold dingy white tile and shouted.

“Liv, bring me a towel!”

Several seconds went until he was startled by black cloth slapping him in the face. Bart’s voice compounded the surprise.

“Get dressed, rook. We’re making a night run into Sarasota.”

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As always you have 7 days from NOW to write 100 words inspired by The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy. Use the medias that are social to get your 100 word song magic out to the unwashed masses. Make sure to link up with the green Mr. Linky button at the bottom. Thanks for playing.

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

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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