WeWriWa o9.26.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

This week, we will continue on from last week with my serial killer WIP in the pov of Dennis. Creative punctuation used to make it fit.

 As I went to stick the keys in the ignition, I stopped and touched the small purple crystal star keychain hanging off. It was almost a year ago when Serena Fire had given it to me for my birthday, along with a free lap dance...That girl was fire. 

I started up the car, listening to the engine rev before taking off down the dirt road. I loved this car, it was the best one I had fixed up yet, to make it my own. I originally wanted it orange with black stripes, but everyone that saw it kept calling it the fucking car from Dukes of Hazzard; wrong fucking make and model besides the fact that this was new and not from nineteen sixty-fucking-nine, so black with orange stripes it was. 

I rolled down the window and floored it, letting the wind fill the hot car. I didn’t have to worry about being pulled over, since this was a private dirt road on the land Derrick and I owned. It was perfect for testing out the speed of cars, racing, and drifting. I flipped off Derrick’s house as I flew past it, not that he was home. His truck was still there, but he was not.

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Enjoy your Sunday! ~Danii X

WeWriWa o9.19.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! I'm kinda getting back into the groove of this and trying to post earlier in the week instead of the night before. The blog, however, needs a makeover, things are so outdated! lol.

Anyway, we are going to continue on with my untitled serial killer WIP. Picking up right where we left off last week with Dennis.

I grabbed my thermos of coffee and keys, and headed out the door for another day of running the shop yard. It was already, sunny and warming up in the Mojave desert on the outskirts of Lancaster, a single tumbleweed blowing across the barren dirt yard. I hobbled over to my car, my lame leg giving me more trouble than usual. What a fucking asshole Derrick was for smashing my leg with a baseball bat when we were teenagers. Fuck him. 

The sunlight reflected harshly off of the orange strips on my Dodge Challenger, creating a blinding glare. Beneath the glare, I could see dust had blown through the night, the black paint looking dull. It was such a bitch keeping a car clean in the desert. I would have to wipe it down, yet again, before going into L.A. later. If Derrick’s car was around, I would have drawn a dick in the dust for him, right across the windshield. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * End of snippet, but I'm going to continue on because there are four more lines I really want to share:

I opened the car and got in, setting the thermos in the cupholder. As I went to stick the keys in the ignition, I stopped and touched the small purple crystal star keychain hanging off. It was almost a year ago when Serena Fire had given it to me for my birthday, along with a free lap dance. That girl was fire. 

Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday! ~Danii X

WeWriWa o9.12.21

 

It has been two years since I've done this! I really hand an urge to jump back in today! Despite my absence, I have still been writing here and there, always coming up with new stories, but as per my usual M.O. never finishing anything. I need to figure out this blog an update it.

Anyway, the excerpt I am about to share is from a WIP. It has no title, but is a serial killer type of story. I'm just going to start at the very beginning because why not. It is from the pov of a man named Dennis. Creative punctuation used to make it fit and make sense (I hope).

“Another body was discovered early this morning, near Griffith Park and the I-5 Freeway and police are saying it matches the others that have been found over the last few months. Police are certain the Los Angeles area is seeing its first serial killer since 2007 and warns the community to be safe out on the streets.” 

The high pitched annoying blonde from the news station rambled on, rattling my brain, I smashed the power button on the tv to shut her up. She made it sound like there were many bodies discovered, when in actuality, the police had only discovered three over the last 8 months. All the same; prostitutes, drugged, raped, stabbed and strangled to death, their bodies bleached and cleaned of prints, left in random places, posed. This one in particular propped up against a pole, tied to it. Police had no leads, no clues, and all they could do was warn the public to be careful, especially the sex workers out there, while the public awaited a ridiculous name to call this one. It was intriguing to see what stupid name they would come up with. There would no doubt be more bodies... in time.

Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here. It's been so long, I hope I did this right.

Enjoy your Sunday! ~Danii X

(For anyone who remembers when I was really active, I wrote under Siren X Star)