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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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WeWriWa 11.21.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

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

That one Saturday, Derrick and decided to play a game of baseball, his friends versus mine. He kept calling us the cry babies. We were determined to beat him and we did. Derrick being the sore loser, took to the baseball bat. He urged his friends to hold me down. They refused, so he threatened to beat them with the bat instead. Complying they held me down as Derrick shattered my left leg with the baseball bat. Bones crunching underneath the wooden bat. I can still hear it sometimes. When he was done, he threw the bat and hit one of his friends square in the head.

When we were older teenagers, we used our fists. I was bigger and could hold my own finally, even though my leg put me in a slight disadvantage. Even with the shop yard, we fought all the time and he was still constantly mocking me - this time about my leg and whatever else he could find. I was glad he was finally gone. 

Thanks for reading! I'm not really sure where November went, its all a blur. I spent the last two weeks with Corona positive kids at home. I feel like I just woke up from a very long hibernation and don't know what's going on. Like the only thing I could focus on was taking care of them.

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WeWriWa 11.o7.21

 

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Continuing on where we left off two weeks ago, this is more about Derrick in Dennis' pov.

Derrick. The older brother. We got along when we were little kids, best friends even, but once the excessive drinking started that was it. We each had our own way of dealing with constantly drunk and addicted parents, an abusive father who went down the line every night. First, it was our mother who took the worst of it, thankfully not feeling much of it because she was too trashed. Then there was Derrick. And by the time, he got to me, he didn’t have much in him before blacking out. 

Derrick dealt with by constantly pushing me around and mocking me for everything, even for the same ratty shoes we wore. He wore the ratty shoes better. Everything I did was never as good as him. I was small, insignificant, and like a ghost. He reminded me hourly of this. 

We lived in the desert town of Blythe, on the California - Arizona border, in an old shack for a house, surrounded by ghost towns and nuclear testing grounds. 

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Continuing on where we left off last week, Deputy Miller is in the shop questioning Dennis about where his brother is. The first line is Deputy Miller.

"So you’re not worried?" “No, I’ll let you know when he turns up.” I said. Deputy Miller shook his head and started to walk out. “By the way was the woman that reported, a Donna Singleton?” This time it was Miller’s turn to nod. “Derrick probably got sick of her, she’s a dope fiend, probably just looking for more money from my brother to feed her habit that’s why she’s concerned. Tell your buddy to check on her, I’m sure you’ll find all kinds of things to get her on.” “Thanks for the info,” Miller said, “I’ll pass it on.” I nodded and grinned, “You sure you don’t want that bigger engine?” Miller laughed and waved it off before walking out.

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WeWriWa 1o.17.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Last week Deputy Miller came into the shop to ask the whereabouts of Dennis' brother. Continuing on where we left off, Dennis' last line was that he and his brother were engine people, not cell phone people...

“Fair enough.” Miller replied, “He didn’t mention any specific place? The lady that filed was really concerned.”

“He might have mentioned going to Vegas to try to win big, that was three weeks ago.”

“You’re not concerned that he didn’t return?”

“No, he does this shit all the time; my guess is he met someone in Vegas and took off somewhere with them, decided not to come back, maybe someone to pay his way."

Miller looked at me. 

“Its not like he sends me fucking postcards.” I paused, “I don’t know if you know, but Derrick and I don’t really have a good relationship. Honestly, the shop is a lot quieter without him, might be double the work for me but at least I don’t have to argue with him all day.”

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WeWriWa 1o.1o.21

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

So, I guess last week my link wasn't working. I didn't know until Teresa Cypher let me know. So, here's the link to last week. I'm going to continue on with my untitled serial killer project. All you really need to know from last week is that Dennis was working in his auto shop and Deputy Miller from Lancaster PD shows up. There's some exposition about Deputy Miller that I'm skipping. 

“Need a part for your cruiser?” I asked, “Maybe a bigger engine to really fly down the five?” Miller chewed his gum and smiled, walking over to me by the counter, he was in his late fifties, tall and slim, an easy 6’3” if not more; probably was once a basketball star of his high school. “I was talking to my buddy up in Bakers, said a woman filed a missing persons report for a one Derrick Hancock from Lancaster. Where’s your brother?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “Derrick likes to take off. Never tells me where he’s going, just leaves me here to run this place, reappears when he feels like it.” “Why not call him?” Miller asked. “Because we’re not cell phone people, we’re engine people.”

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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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