WeWriWa 12.26.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! I hope everyone had a great holiday, if you celebrate!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, just walked into The Gentleman's Club for his hot date...
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I walked past Pete's empty security booth inside and looked to the right. There she was already on stage, just about to be topless. She broke her concentration on the few gentleman in front of her to look over at me and smile, purposely dropping her purple polka dot bra on the floor next to the chair that sat on the stage with her near the stripper pole...it must have been one of her props tonight. 

This was Serena Fire, and she WAS fire. Her hair was dyed a dark red and fell straight to her shoulders. Her skin was pale almost seemed to sparkle in the stage lights, as did the red gem that was on her naval piercing. She was short, I towered inches above her, if I had to guess, I would say she was around five five. And very petite. Her makeup was always put on lightly, unlike some of the other dancers who caked it on. Her breasts were real and the perfect size, not too huge and not too small, and they were pierced.

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Enjoy your Sunday! And Happy Holidays!!

~Danii X

WeWriWa 12.19.21

   

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, mentioned he had a hot date...
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I found a clean wifebeater on the floor of my room and threw it on and went for my cleaner coveralls. My life always consisted of working on cars and motors, so there really wasn’t a need for any other clothes. I stepped into my work boots and headed outside, finding a rag on the porch, quickly wiping the desert off of my car.  

I flew down the 14, weaving through the few cars on the road, hoping to make up some time since once I hit Los Angeles, I would no doubt be caught in traffic. Hitting the 5 was fine through San Fernando; traffic became more numerous and slower as Burbank approached, but it was still moving at a good pace. It slowed even more around the Griffith Park area, being that it was such a popular place for both locals and tourists alike, I stared at the skyscrapers in the distance as traffic slowed to almost a halt. I inched along for awhile at a turtle’s pace until I reached the Dodger’s Stadium exit, I could tell a game was in full swing on a Friday evening, which meant finding parking anywhere around the area was going to be a bitch. I navigated my way around the crowded streets, thankfully finding a parking spot between two cars near the bar; no one had probably wanted to try parallel parking, which was super easy for me, even with my Challenger. I walked towards the bar, glancing into the employee parking lot; her rusty, falling apart black Honda Accord was there, sure enough. Pete, the Gentleman’s Club bouncer, stood outside the entrance having his smoke, he nodded towards me and pulled the door open. I nodded to him and walked through, Pete wasn’t great with words unless he was kicking someone’s ass out of the club. 

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Enjoy your Sunday! And Happy Holidays!!

~Danii X

WeWriWa 12.o5.21

  

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on with my serial killer WIP. Where I last left off, my main character, Dennis, just finished talking about his relationship with his brother. Continuing on...

I was getting into a groove for fixing up cars while helping customers find what they needed. It was easy to become the one man show. Promptly at six o’clock, while there were no customers, I shut and locked the gate to the road. I finished the oil change on the old Oldsmobile Cutlass and locked up shop. 

Gunning the engine, I flew down the dirt road back the way I came, taking a detour to tear up Derrick’s dirt yard around his house with donuts, skidding and drifting over the dirt. I floored it towards his pickup, wanting to smash the shit out of it and push it through his house, but I didn’t want to put a dent in my car. I cranked the wheel, hitting the breaks, and drifted to a perfect stop next to his truck. I stared at it for a minute before hitting the gas to the floor and taking off. 

Once back at my place, I stripped off my greasy coverall and headed to the shower to wash away the oil and grime. I had my usual hot date, like I did almost every night and I didn’t want to go to her smelling like the shop.

Thanks for reading! I'm having a hard time keeping up with everything and with carving out time to write. This school year seems way more intense than last year. Any other teachers feeling the same way?

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Enjoy your Sunday!

~Danii X