WeWriWa 1o.o3.21

 

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.

Around fifty more yards, the broken, abandon cars came into view, stretched out into three rows. The rundown warehouse that served as a garage sat behind the cars. The dull blue paint peeling revealing splotches of shit brown underneath. The lot wasn’t much, but we made a decent living from it. And it was ours, we didn’t have to report to work for someone else. Antelope Valley needed one anyways, since the closest was Bakersfield. The locals took what they could get.   I drifted into my usual spot on the side of the building, coming to a halt, just like they do in the movies; I waited for the dust to settle before setting out to open shop. About midday, there was a flood of customers needing spare parts from the yard, that forced me from fixing cars to pointing them in the right direction to find the part they were looking for. As I charged a man that worked for another repair service in town for a windshield, Lancaster PD walked through the door in the form of Deputy Miller.

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Enjoy your Sunday! ~Danii X

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. 

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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. 

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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)

WeWriWa o5.19.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Where we last left off, Anton demanded to see his art exhibit before the opening. This picks right up from Anton holding the door open for her...

I mouthed thanks and walked in, he followed behind.

“Your feet really need a rest don’t they?” He mentioned.

“Yeah, these aren’t the most comfortable platform shoes to be in for more than a few hours.” I replied as I continued to clomp through the gallery, these shoes feeling more like bricks. As we walked around the outside of the auditorium, I turned to him.

“No complaining.” I said with attitude before bringing him around the corner.

He held his hands up and shook his head, “I promise.”

I held my hands out in ta-da motion, at the tables holding his bottles of fine wines and then continued walking into the gallery.

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

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o5.o5.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Where we last left off, Anton was about to demand something of Charlotte...

"I must demand that you show me the gallery that my work is in.” He said with a smile.

“You haven’t seen the gallery yet?!” I said, surprised that Jonathan hadn’t have shown him as soon as he walked in.

Mr. Pierce shook his head.

I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.

“Okay, we have about ten minutes before the guests arrive.”

I opened the door to the main gallery, holding it open for Mr. Pierce; he reached over my head and grabbed onto the door.

“After you.” He said, holding the door, rather, for me.

What will happen...he might possibly be alone with her? Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X

WeWriWa o4.o7.19

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday! 

I'm sharing something new, something I'm slooowly working on. It's tentatively called Blood Wine. That name will probably change. Anyway, this story is about Anton Pierce, a young, handsome, wealthy winery owner and artist – who also happens to be a vampire- who falls for a woman named, Charlotte, at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not just for her beauty but because she is so bold and sassy. His true identity must not ever be revealed to her. Together they start a fiery romance laced with dom/sub dynamic. The story alternates between each of their points of view.

Here is another snippet continued on after Anton walked away from Charlotte at the museum...
(Creative punctuation definitely used)

I busied myself with organizing for the morning shift, trying to put the handsome Mr. Pierce out of my mind. As I worked, I couldn’t help but look up every few minutes to see what Mr. Pierce was up to. I finished organizing and went to look up, only Mr. Pierce was standing in front of the desk; I jumped back, a little startled.

“I apologize, I did not mean to frighten you.”

“It’s okay. You’re so quiet though, but I wasn’t paying attention either.”

“I didn’t want to disturb whatever you were doing, you looked a bit lost in thought.”

“I was just organizing for tomorrow morning.” I said, although it took longer for me to organize simply because I was lost in thought...about him. “Well, I need to be demanding at the moment."

Oooo what will he demand? Thanks for reading! You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs, ~Siren X